Lisko's American life

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

A Fei sipped the inferior whiskey he bought in the convenience store, his eyes blurred, collapsed on the sofa, staring at the TV in a daze.

Since the last time he was embarrassed in Les Ranch, his life has plummeted. After he returned to the hotel wet, he was informed by the front desk that his female companion had checked out and his own luggage was taken to the lobby. .

There was no banknotes all over him. There was nothing in his wallet except his passport and ID card. Every time he traveled with Park Jinying, she spent money, so he didn't subconsciously bring any money.

Now he has been abandoned by Park Jinying, and he doesn't even have the money to go home.

He borrowed the hotel’s toilet and changed into clean clothes. He took out the Nokia that could be used after the water entered, and called Park Jinying frantically, but the voice from the receiver made him understand that he had been blacked out.

Angrily fell the phone, he wandered aimlessly in the street, thinking about continuing to engage in his own business, looking for a rich woman to get through the current crisis, but several times, he was rejected, even the bodyguard. The body can't rush through.

After working hard several times, he also knew that his model seemed unpopular in the eyes of Americans, so he had to take off his watch and walk to the pawn in the lower city.

Before he got to the pawn shop, he was surrounded by a group of black gangsters on a street corner, ignoring his struggles and snatching all his luggage.

The black man flipped through his luggage, looked at the empty wallet with only documents, pressed him for a beat, and then took his watch and walked away.

When he woke up again after being knocked unconscious, it was already night. He was wounded and hungry, struggling to get up, his clothes were torn to pieces, and his luggage was gone.

Struggling to walk to a nearby police station, under the reception of the police, had a meal, and then contacted the embassy to return home safely.

After returning to South Korea, his hatred did not diminish. Instead, it became stronger and stronger with the passage of time. He checked information on the Internet and secretly planned his own revenge.

Half a month ago, he came to the United States again, then rented an RV, went to a remote small ranch to buy hay, and then put a lot of ice cubes, and then, afraid that it was not cruel enough, he added the poison potion he had configured.

Then he drove the RV and took his tools. At four o'clock in the middle of the night, when everyone was asleep, he broke the fence and fumbled into Les' pasture.

Les Ranch has always adopted modern management, so the ranch is not equipped with shepherd dogs, so he went to the ranch safe and sound, sprinkled all the hay he prepared and sprinkled it all over the place, and then drove the rented motorhome. , Back to the hotel.

In fact, he wants to retaliate against Lisko and Lisko, but Lisko has always explained in simple terms. He doesn't know Lisko's work and situation. Les is accompanied by agents when he travels. The agents carry guns and hesitate. Still confused.

So he made up his mind to let Les lose a sum of money to vent his anger.

Watching the news section on TV with the words "A total of three thousand heads of cattle and five million dollars lost." marked in large fonts, his heart was extremely happy.

Because his own family is not wealthy, and the money he earned from the rich woman is used to squander, he is not rich this time. After purchasing the tools of the crime, the remaining money is not much, so He can only stoop down in a small hotel on the street, where even hot water for bathing cannot be guaranteed at all times, but he doesn't care. He is very happy to see Les's misery.

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

Seeing time getting late, several clean coffee cups had already been thrown in front of Les, watching the sleepy agents, he greeted Johnson.

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

Johnson took it and walked quickly out of the office of the Animal Association.

"Boss, something is up."

An agent yelled before the surveillance.

"Huh?" Les leaped up from his sofa chair and ran forward.

"Here, you see, there is a curve here. At about five o'clock, a RV turned out from here, and it goes straight to the ranch."

The agent slowed down, the screen moved frame by frame, and Les eyes were fixed on him. Finally, he could see the car clearly.

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

Les's fist hit the table, and the black hand finally got news, and his dizzy brain suddenly became clear.

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

The agents had contact with all the people in the gray and black areas of Colorado, coupled with the reputation of Les, soon news came back.

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

An agent reported to Les, who was sitting in his seat.

"Go and bring him here."

Les' tone was cold.

Johnson, who was instructed, drove the car with two people, with pistols in his waist, and left the office.

After a while, the sound of the car coming back rang at the door, and a strong white man was brought over and threw him in front of Les. His beard was white, but he was full of tendons, a white sleeveless denim jacket, and a leaking shoulder. There is also a black crown tattooed.

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

Les threw the printed vehicle to him and asked aloud.

Old Nick glanced at the corner of his eye with disdain, then spit, and answered casually.

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

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

The strong momentum shook old Nick, and then he shouted in annoyance,

"I'm from the Crown Help, you better let me go."

Les stared at him, and suddenly, a left uppercut struck Nick in the face, and the huge impact sent him to the ground.

Les easily picked up the chair on one side and slammed it hard.

"Bang bang bang."

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

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

"Dog stuff, do you know? I lost five million dollars. If you don't talk to me well, I will kill you in one shot, no matter what kind of shit you are, so do you understand?"