Lisko’s American Life

Old Nick opened his swollen eyes vigorously, spat out the blood foam in his mouth, and nodded in horror.

"Okay, now, let me ask you to answer."

Les stepped on his face with his feet, his face was completely different from the coldness of the past.

"Who did you lend the car to?"

"One, an Asian, I don't know him, he rented it at double the price, and I didn't ask for his identity information."

Nick replied weakly.

"You are quite business-minded, aren't you afraid that he will run away?"

"No, I know he's staying at Marco's hotel, and if he's going to run away, I'll get a message."

Les stared at Nick on the ground for a while, and let go of the riding boots on his face.

"Hoohoo~" Old Nick panted heavily after being reborn after the catastrophe, sweat, tears, saliva, and blood mixed together on his face.

"Jason, you stay here, the others follow me."

Les didn't stop after he tortured out the information, and walked directly past Nick on the ground. Although he wanted to kill him, the Crown Gang was also a big underground gang in Colorado. He could arrest Nick, but he couldn't kill him. In this way, the Crown Gang will not die endlessly. Although Les is not afraid of this gang, but now is not the time for extra trouble.

Three or four pickup trucks left the office one after another, and Lies sat Xiaomei in the back seat.

"Asian?"

Although he closed his eyes, his brain did not stop, but was spinning rapidly.

His opponents did not have Asian opponents, and he couldn't help but wonder if his opponents hired someone to mess with him.

The loss of money is nothing to him. His net worth is not five hundred million dollars, but one or two. Although this little money hurts him a bit, it is not to the point of dying.

He thinks more about the invisible enemy. Compared with the battle on the bright side, the poisonous snake in the shadow is the most disturbing.

He has a wife and children. Because of this incident, he locked his family in the villa, and he was worried about them going out until there was no result.

Marko Hotel is located in the northern part of downtown Denver. There is a cross-state highway here. There are generally all kinds of people living here, and it is also the best choice for many long-distance drivers to rest.

The pickup truck stopped at the door without a sound, and a group of people got out of the car and walked to the lobby.

"hello?"

The little girl at the front desk was dozing off boredly, and Les tapped the counter with a lot of paint off.

"Do you want a house?"

Jessica is the daughter of Mars, and she helps out in her family's hotel in her spare time. Today her mother was not feeling well, so she replaced her mother on duty.

Waking up from her sleep, she looked at a group of aggressive men in front of her, greeted them calmly, but unconsciously placed her finger on the alarm button under the counter.

"I'm Les from Les Ranch, call your father Marco to come out."

Of course, there was nothing to hide from Les's eyes, but he still admired the girl in front of him who was about the same age as his daughter, and admired her calmness in his heart.

Jessica looked at Les's face, confirmed that she seemed to have seen him in the local area, and calmly dialed the phone with the other hand.

"Beep beep beep~"

"Daddy, a guest named Les is looking for you."

"Oh? Okay, I'll be right over."

Les watched her finish these in an orderly manner without taking her fingers out from under the counter.

Soon, the small door behind the counter opened, and a bearded white man in his forties came out.

"Hey Les,"

As soon as Marco came out, he saw Les and his party. Although he was puzzled about their purpose, he still greeted them warmly.

Les hugged him, then patted him on the shoulder.

"how are things?"

Les and Marco are classmates in high school. In Colorado and Denver, the places here are big and big, but there are not so many people. Many local residents know each other. As one of the best universities in the state The rancher, Marco still knew Les, the man of the year in school.

It's just that at that time, everyone just knew each other, and they would say hello when they met, and they didn't gather together to play.

"I'm fine, that's all. By the way, I read the news. I heard about your ranch. It's a pity."

Marco shrugged, and greeted Les seriously.

"I have something to do today, and I need your help."

Les patted him again, expressing that he had received his comfort, and directly spoke out why he came.

"Of course, you can say it directly." Although he wondered how Les, who has always been a supernatural power, would come to him for something, but being able to help Les, who is very powerful, and bring them closer, Marco is still very happy. honored.

"The culprit of my ranch's cattle lives in your hotel, can you tell me his room number?"

"No problem," Marco realized very readily. After listening to the detailed appearance of the passengers explained by him, he turned over the registration book at the front desk.

"I found it, Room 305, Korean."

After closing the book, Marco took out the key on the counter and followed them upstairs.

This old-fashioned hotel was inherited by Marco from his father, and he did not renovate it, so there are still wooden stairs and no elevators.

With the sound of creaking footsteps, Marco walked ahead, reached the door of the room, and made a gesture.

Then insert the key, twist it, and the door opens.

The pistol in Johnson's hand was loaded, he took a breath, and rushed into the house with quick steps.

Although Les was burning with anxiety, he was not so excited that he rushed in. He knew the principle of avoiding danger. He didn't want to stumble over these small things, so he was always paying attention.

Five or six agents rushed into the room, and after a while, one person was dragged out.

"Sir, there is only one person inside, who drank too much and passed out."

Les heard Johnson's report, taking advantage of the light in the corridor, carefully looked at the person in front of him.

Ah Fei was so happy to see the news yesterday, and then he drank a bottle of whiskey unconsciously, but he usually doesn't drink much, and the high alcohol content of low-quality whiskey directly made him fall into a coma. Now being dragged out of the room, he still hasn't woken up.

Les clutched his nose and looked at the drunken Asian in disgust, but he didn't recognize him. This person was the Korean who made an embarrassment on his ranch a few months ago.

One is because Americans are also face-blind when looking at Chinese people, and the other is because the last incident was so trivial that he doesn't even remember it now.

"Take it back, I want to see who hired him."

A Fei was dragged downstairs by the agents again, stuffed into the pickup, and his hands were tied with the belt that Johnson pulled from his body.