Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 37 37. Preparation
Strip Avenue, the twentieth floor of Rockwell Hotel, outside the balcony of the splendid suite.

A man wrapped in white pajamas was lying on the side of the guardrail, blowing the cool morning breeze.

"Boss, it's clear, 35 people were killed, and there are more injured."

An Italian man in a peaked cap appeared behind him respectfully.

"Not enough." The man shook the blood-red wine in the glass, and said calmly, "My son likes lively parties and baseball games. Only 35 people go to accompany him. He will be lonely."

"There was a change in the middle. The three guys did not kill themselves by drinking bullets. Someone solved them and interrupted the operation in advance."

"Who?"

The man's voice suddenly became high-pitched and harsh,
"I found out that seven guys who are not afraid of death came out together, but six of them were too injured and died, and one was left alive."

A trace of absurdity flashed across James Low's face, a crazy cold light filled his eyes, and he shattered the wine glass on the balcony with a "bang".

"Get rid of this little mouse first."

……

Hospital ward.

The whole morning band, with a lighter appearance, came to pick up Dean.

"I have a good eye, don't you? You look very classy!"

Caroline looked at the man in front of him who had put on a brand new gray sportswear and white sneakers, nodded with satisfaction, and reached out to touch the soft and elastic fabric.

"Impossible is nothing."

Dean read the slogan on his sleeve, tried to twist his ankles, wrists, neck,

It is more fitting and comfortable than the old clothes, and it feels much fresher and neater.

"I like it very much, how much did it cost?"

"Man, it hurts to talk about money." Carty put his shoulders on his shoulders and said affectionately, "This is a gift from the band collectively. Of course, our greatest gratitude is still a friendship that is more sincere than diamonds. From now on Finally, if we can drive a Ferrari, we will never let you drive a Chevrolet.”

"Speaking of which, I didn't notice it before, but now that you wear these sweatpants, your butt is no worse than that of a cheerleader girl, and you have broad shoulders, a thin waist, a tall figure, and you can be a model no matter how tall you are. It was you before Is it from riding a bicycle for two hours a day?"

Liam rubbed his chin with admiration on his face, and Dean looked into Liam's jeans from the perspective of God with a chill.

Good guy.

Actually hang neutral.

It's not really a two-way plug, is it?

"Get out!" Noah opened his hands to block Dean, "Don't touch my brother, you will come to me with any malicious intentions! He saved my life, I am willing to trade my life for my life, and seal you, a monster !"

"Pooh!"

"Everyone, it's time to go. If you continue to stay in the hospital, my whole body will be rusted."

Dean packed his bags and sprinted into the hallway.

He was hospitalized for a week. Thanks to Iron Man's strong resilience, the stitches were removed from the lower abdominal wound yesterday.

But the other wounded were not so lucky. Through the glass windows of the doors of the wards on both sides of the corridor, you can still see many patients covered in bandages, in plaster, infusion, and even still unconscious.

"Oh, it's unlucky for Franco."

Last looked at a boy on a ventilator, his face was pale, he hadn't eaten for so long that he was so thin that his cheekbones were high and his eye sockets were sunken.

"I heard that he was shot in the spine by a bullet, and I'm afraid he will have to lie in bed for the rest of his life."

A fat woman with gray hair was guarding his bedside, her eyes were red and her cheeks were swollen, she should be his mother.

Everyone showed their faces, paralyzed at a young age, what kind of dark life will they face in the future?And how much pain and suffering will his mother endure?
"If it were me, I would rather die than be a burden or a vegetable." Noah muttered in a low voice.

"Not only Franco, Lydia, Thompson... will have sequelae after the injury.

The atmosphere became gloomy, and Caroline unconsciously held the hand beside her, as if looking for a sense of security.

Di Anben held his little hand back, then let go, and suddenly stopped,
"With so many people injured, who is going to compensate them except the Nevada State High School that organized the event?"

He has always been curious about the endless school shootings in the United States, where can the victims get compensation?

The shooter is dead.

"Gunmakers, Lake Mead, LVPD cannot escape responsibility."

last said,

"Don't worry, Las Vegas is a rich city. In order to save face, the compensation will not be small. By the way, didn't the new principal, Ms. Lan Zi, come to you to discuss compensation the day before yesterday?"

"Two thousand dollars has already entered the bank account."

Dean's deposit broke a record $2400.

After exercising carefree for a week in the hospital, you can still earn money, don't be too comfortable.

It's worth mentioning that during this week of recuperation, I couldn't practice shooting and fighting. I could only be crazily familiar with the "God's View" function and summon the shadow of the past.

Shadow of the past is raised to lv0 (6/100)
"I'll find a place later, and everyone can eat with their stomachs open, to get rid of bad luck, I'll treat you!"

Dean patted his chest proudly.

……

"Hey Dean, is this going?"

A Hei Nian in a hospital gown with his back against the corridor wall yelled, and suddenly, the air boiled like boiling water.

The doors of several nearby wards were opened, revealing young faces.

Complex expressions.

But there is no longer the disdain and contempt for Chinese Americans in the past.

"sorry..."

The Asian girl who once disliked Dean as a country bumpkin blushed in shame.

Dean nodded and walked through the ward. Wherever he looked, everyone lowered their heads.

Grateful, fearful, and ashamed eyes intertwine.

Whites, rebellious blacks, and Asians are all no exceptions.

"Mr. Dean, please stay! I owe you my life! I would like to apologize for my previous naivety, stupidity, and offense!"

The Japanese-born man who had been baptized by canned herring came to Dean with a bandage on his head, and made a move that shocked everyone——

Kneel on the ground with your knees together, put your hands on the ground in a figure-eight shape, lean forward, and touch your forehead to the ground.

He "sit down" in front of everyone.

"Please forgive me."

He raised his head with flushed cheeks, his tone full of guilt.

"I swear, I will never be provoked or offended you again in the future, and I will repay your life-saving grace!"

Dean didn't speak, just walked past him.

Believe in Xiaotian's apology, it is better to listen to a dog bark a few times.

"Bro, wait for me." The black Wazel who made the first sound stood in front of him, stretched out his right hand and punched Dean, laughed, and made a series of exaggerated and funny expressions on his dark face.

"Going out for dinner, how about bringing me one? I'll hang out with you in the future!"

Dean shook his head and walked away.

"Hey, didn't our baseball team apologize? Didn't we have a good chat two days ago? Why did you turn your face and deny anyone?"

The blacks shouted unwillingly behind their backs, but there was no response.

"What's the deal with you and the baseball team?" Rust asked.
"secret."

A group of people walked through the corridor and came to the entrance of the hospital.

A blond woman in a lady's suit trotted over with a microphone.

The platinum v-neck underwear inside the suit was dangling, and the waves were choppy for a while, and several men were stunned.

Dean was no exception, and took an extra look.

Blonde with waves.

There was a strong but not annoying perfume smell all over the body.

"Dean Lu? I'm Catherine Medici, a reporter from the Vegas morning news station. I've heard about your heroic deeds. It's amazing!"

Catherine panted heavily, showing a very vivid expression of admiration, and femininely pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear,

Consciously or unintentionally showing the slender neck, the rosy side face, and the V letter like the abyss.

Gorgeous and sexy.

"Do you have time, can you accept my exclusive interview? Please rest assured, we will not treat a hero badly, and the reward will be generous."

The woman pursed her plump red lips,

"Sorry, do you think all Chinese people look the same? The Dean you are looking for is still lying in the ward."

Dean ignored the crazy hints behind him, left the stunned female reporter, passed the police security guards with guns on both sides, and left the hospital.

It was evening, and the sky was full of fiery red rays.

A group of "long guns, short guns" film crews were blocked from the hospital gate by the COP gate. Seeing a few people walk out of the gate, they immediately waved wildly.

"Dean, why didn't you agree to such a good opportunity just now? You can earn fame on TV, promote our songs, and get money. You can kill two birds with one stone. Maybe you can even date her." Kadi said heartily, "She can It’s really coquettish, it’s the same as not wearing it, it looks very easy to use!”

"Uh, Caroline, are you trying to shoot me with your eyes? I'm just kidding. And how could Dean be interested in that old woman in her thirties?"

……

The crowd joined the band's manager, Robert Wilson, by the parking lot.

"Robert, drive!" Liam urged,
"Where are you going?" the fat man asked with a smile.
“Szechuan restaurant on the strip.”

"Is it the one opposite the Rock Hotel?"

"Yes." Dean leaned back against the sofa and tapped his fingers on his knees.

During the week of hospitalization, the news that I inquired from Bob’s good follower Wazell and other baseball players and eavesdropped from the perspective of God flashed through my mind.
"Boss Bob took us to the Rock Hotel a few times, not to mention how grand it is."

"Among them, the 20-3 presidential suite on the top floor of the hotel has the most luxurious decoration and top luxury. It is the exclusive suite of Boss Bob's father, James Lowe. He usually lives in the suite as long as he stays in Vegas for work. .”

"I had the honor of sneaking in with Bob, tsk tsk...the king's bedroom is nothing more than that."

Rockwell Hotel 20-3.
wait for me.

(End of this chapter)