Lisko's American life

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

"Okay, now, I will ask you to answer."

Les stomped his face with his feet, and his face was totally 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 twice the price, and I didn't ask for his identity information."

Nick replied feebly.

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

"No, I know he lives in Marco's hotel. If he wants to escape, I will receive news."

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

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

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

After torturing out the information, Les did not stay, and walked directly over Nick on the ground. Although he wished to kill him, in Colorado, the Crown Gang was also a big underground gang. He could arrest Nick but could not kill him. Drop, so you won't die with the Crown Gang. Although Les is not afraid of this gang, it's not the time for an extravaganza.

Three or four pickup trucks left the office, and Les was sitting in the back row.

"Asian?"

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

His opponent has no Asian rivals, and he can't help but wonder if it is because his opponents hired someone to engage him.

The financial loss is nothing to him. His net worth is not five hundred million dollars, and there are also one or two. Although this little money hurts him, it is not to the point of death.

He was thinking more about the invisible enemy. Compared to the fight on the bright side, the poisonous snake in the shade was the most disturbing.

He has a wife and children. Because of this incident, he shut all his family in the villa, and he was worried about going out before there was a result.

Marko Hotel is located in the north of downtown Denver. There is an interstate highway here. The people who live here generally have three schools and nine schools. It is also the best choice for many long-distance drivers to rest.

The pickup silently stopped at the door, and the group got out of the car and walked to the lobby.

"Hello?"

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

"Do you want a house?"

Jessica is the daughter of Mars. She helps out in her hotel in her spare time. Today her mother is unwell, so she replaced her on duty.

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

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

Of course, this kind of little action was invisible to Les, but he still admired the girl who was about the same age as his own daughter in front of him, admiring her calmness in his heart.

Jessica looked at Les's face, confirmed that she seemed to have seen it locally, and calmly dialed the phone with her other hand.

"Dududu~"

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

"Oh? Okay, I'll come right away."

Les watched her do this methodically, but never took her fingers out of the counter.

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

"Hey, Les,"

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

Les hugged him, then patted him on the shoulder.

"how are things?"

Les and Marko are high school classmates. In Colorado and Denver, the places here are big and big, but there are not so many people. Many local people know them, and they are among the best in the state. The rancher, Marco still knew Les, who was in school at the time.

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

"I'm okay, just like that. By the way, I read the news. I heard about your ranch. I'm sorry.

Marco shrugged and greeted Les very seriously.

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

Les patted him again, saying that he had received his comfort, and directly said his intentions.

"Of course, you can just say it directly." Although he is wondering how Les, who has always had great powers, would have something to find himself here, Marco is still very good at helping the powerful Les’s and bringing them closer together. honored.

"The culprit of my cattle herd lives in your hotel. Can you tell me his room number?"

"No problem," Marco realized very refreshedly. After listening to the detailed look of the passengers he explained, he flipped through his registration book at the front desk.

"Found it, room 305, Korean."

Closing the notebook, Marco took out the key from the counter and followed them upstairs.

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

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

Then he inserted the key, twisted, and the door opened.

The pistol in Johnson's hand was loaded, he took a breath and rushed into the room neatly.

Although Les was anxious, but he was not so excited that he rushed in. The gentleman still knew the truth about not going into danger. He didn't want to get caught up in these little things, so he always paid attention.

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

"Sir, there is only such a person in there, who drank too much and fell asleep."

After hearing Johnson's report, Les took advantage of the lights in the corridor and carefully looked at the people in front of him.

ALFY was so happy to see the news yesterday, and then he unknowingly drank a bottle of whiskey clean, but he usually drank a small amount of whiskey, coupled with the high alcohol content of inferior whiskey, directly let him fall asleep until Now he was dragged out of the room and he hasn't woken up yet.

Les held his nose and looked at this drunk Asian in disgust, but he did not recognize that this person was the Korean who had embarrassed on his ranch a few months ago.

One is because Americans are blind to Chinese people, and the other is because the last time was so small that he can't remember it at all.

"Bring 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 drew from him.