Lisko’s American Life

"You've ruined my life, and I won't make it easy for you."

A Fei took a sip of the low-quality whiskey he bought in the convenience store, his eyes were blurred, he slumped on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

Since the last time he made a fool of himself at Leeds Ranch, his life has plummeted because of it. When he returned to the hotel, wet, he was told by the front desk that his female partner had checked out and his own luggage was taken to the lobby. .

He didn't have a single banknote on his body, and there was nothing in his wallet except his passport and ID card. Because every time he traveled with Park Zhenying, she spent the money, so he subconsciously didn't bring any money.

Now he is abandoned by Park Jin Young, and he doesn't even have the money for the plane ticket to go home.

Borrowing the hotel toilet and changing into clean clothes, he took out the Nokia that can still be used after being submerged in water, and frantically called Park Jinying, but the voice from the receiver made him understand that he had been blocked.

Angrily dropped his mobile phone, he wandered aimlessly in the street, thinking about continuing his old business and finding a rich woman to tide over the current crisis, but he struck up a few times and was rejected, even the bodyguard's The body can't even rush through.

After working hard a few times, he also realized that his watch was not popular in the eyes of Americans, so he took off his watch and walked to the pawn in the downtown area.

Before he reached the pawn shop, he was surrounded by a group of black gangsters on a street corner, who ignored his struggle and snatched all his luggage.

The black man rummaged through his luggage, looked at the empty wallet with only his ID, beat him up, then took his watch and walked away.

When he woke up again after being knocked out, it was already night, he was injured all over, hungry, struggling to get up, the clothes on his body were torn and tattered, and the luggage in his hands was gone.

I struggled to walk to the nearby police station, had a meal under the hospitality of the police, and then contacted the embassy before returning home safely.

After returning to South Korea, his hatred did not diminish, but became more and more intense as time passed. He checked the information on the Internet and secretly planned his revenge.

Half a month ago, he came to the United States again, rented an RV, went to a remote small ranch to buy hay, and then put a lot of ice cubes, and then, fearing that it would not be cruel enough, he added the poison water he had prepared himself.

Then he drove the RV, took tools, and at four o'clock in the middle of the night, when everyone was sleeping peacefully, broke the fence and groped into Leys's ranch.

Les Ranch has always adopted modern management, so the ranch is not equipped with sheepdogs, so he went to the ranch safe and sound, sprinkled the added hay he prepared all over the place, and then drove the rented RV , back to the hotel.

In fact, he wanted to take revenge on Les and Lisko, but Lisko had always been simple, and he didn't know Lisko's work and situation. Les was accompanied by agents when he traveled, and the agents were all carrying guns, so he hesitated. It was still timid.

So he made up his mind to let Les lose some money to vent his anger.

Watching the news on the TV, with the words "a total of 3,000 cattle and 5 million dollars lost" marked in large fonts, his heart felt extremely happy.

Because his own family is not rich, and the money he earned from the rich woman is used to squander, so he is not rich in funds this time. After purchasing the crime tools, there is not much money left, so He could only succumb to the small hotel on the street, where even the hot water for bathing could not be guaranteed at all times, but he didn't care, he was very happy to see the tragic situation of Les.

Here, Les was also tracking down the perpetrator overnight. He gathered all the detectives and worked overtime in the monitoring room to check the surveillance cameras at the street.

Seeing that the time was getting late, Les had already thrown several clean coffee cups in front of him. Looking at the drowsy detectives, he greeted Johnson.

"Go buy something for the brothers to eat." Les took out his wallet and pulled out a few banknotes from it.

Johnson took it and walked out of the livestock association's office quickly.

"Boss, there is a situation."

An agent yells at the monitor.

"Huh?" Les jumped up from his sofa chair and ran to him.

"Here, you see, there is a curve here. At about five o'clock, a caravan came out of this corner, and it leads directly to the pasture."

The agent slowed down, the screen was moving frame by frame, Les's eyes were fixed on it, and finally, he saw the appearance of the car clearly.

"Copy down the license plate, then check whose car it is, and find this person for me."

Les slammed his fist on the table, the mastermind behind the scenes finally got news, and his drowsy brain became clear all of a sudden.

The agents of the Livestock Association are all ranchers and senior cowboys from the nearby ranch. They are all locals who have lived here for more than three generations, so they have various methods and methods. After quickly knowing the license plate number, everyone used their own connections to inquire. .

Agents had connections to all of Colorado's grays and blacks, and with Leis's reputation, word came back quickly.

"Sir, my cousin gave me news that this car is from Old Nick's car rental agency in the East District, or he stole it and sold it to Old Nick."

An agent reported to Les who was sitting there.

"Go and bring him here."

Les' tone was cold.

Johnson, who was ordered, drove the car with two people, with a pistol in his waist, and left the office.

After a while, the sound of a car coming back sounded at the door, and a strong white man was brought over and thrown in front of Les. He had a white beard, but he was covered with tendons, a white sleeveless denim jacket, and his exposed shoulders. Also has a black crown tattooed on it.

"Is this car yours? Who did you rent it to?"

Les threw the printed vehicle to him and asked aloud.

Old Nick looked disdainfully, glanced out of the corner of his eye, then spat, and answered casually.

"I don't know, I can't leak customer information."

Les stood up, looked at him coldly, without saying a word.

The strong momentum shocked old Nick, and then he shouted angrily,

"I'm a member of the Crown Gang, you'd better let me go."

Les stared at him, and suddenly, a left uppercut hit Nick in the face, and the huge impact knocked him down to the ground.

Les picked up the chair on one side and smashed it hard,

"Bang bang bang."

Blood spattered on the floor on one side, and Nick's screams went from rapid at first to weak at the end.

Les was a little tired, wiped the blood from his hand on him, and then grabbed his collar.

"Dog, you know what? I lost five million dollars, and if you don't talk to me, I'm going to shoot you, no matter what kind of bastard crown gang you are, so you understand?"