American comics: Playing Spider-Man at the beginning, wandering around and losing contact

Chapter 119 A mixed bag of fish and dragons
After a while, they arrived at the hotel that Wales mentioned. It was a magnificent row of buildings located on the side of the most prosperous road. As one of the world's most famous hotels, the Bellagio Hotel is well-known throughout Las Vegas for its high consumption and luxurious interior decoration layout.

The vehicle circled the large fountain in front of the hotel and slowly stopped. Then, the people in the car got off one by one.

Wales brought a few people to the front desk and prepared to stay here temporarily. Nick originally wanted to use the SHIELD funds to pay for the room, but the generous Wilson simply rejected the proposal.

"Manager Wilson..." The lady in charge of housing applications at the front desk was wearing a tight skirt uniform, had big wavy blonde hair and blue eyes, and a pretty face. She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke respectfully to Wilson.

Wilson waved his hand and said, "Please pick five empty rooms with the best views for me and arrange for my friends to stay in the first-class VIP rooms."

The Bellagio Hotel has king-size rooms specially designed for travelers. The price is relatively low, and it pursues cost-effectiveness. However, it is obvious that Wilson does not want his group to suffer any injustice, so he simply asked for five VIP rooms.

The receptionist placed her finger on the touch-screen computer, and after a busy moment, she smiled apologetically at Wilson:
"Sorry, Manager, we don't have many VIP rooms left..."

Wilson's eyes suddenly widened.

With the price of VIP rooms, there is usually a surplus of supply and it is impossible for there to be a shortage of supply. Even if some big political or business figures come, they should stay in the presidential suite and the VIP rooms are usually empty.

"Didn't I tell you yesterday? I'm going to bring a few friends here today. How are you going to do things?" Wilson frowned.

"Yes... just this morning when you left, someone who claimed to be the manager of the boxing club booked many VIP rooms at one time and was even willing to pay double for the room you reserved..." The lady bowed and apologized with a little embarrassment.

Boxer's Club? Wilson was stunned for a moment, then pounded his head as if in frustration.

Yeah, how could he have forgotten this...

"...Is there any boxing arena nearby? I didn't see it just now." Kailus looked around, seeming a little confused.

The receptionist looked at Kailus in surprise, and then she seemed to realize that Kailus was a stranger from somewhere else.

"Well...actually, there is an underground entertainment venue under this hotel. Because it is an unofficial organization, it is not known to the public." Wilson explained, holding his forehead.

Needless to say, the underground boxing rings in Las Vegas are probably similar to black boxing, where people fight in octagonal cages without caring about casualties, using that primitive and wild scene to exchange for visual impact for the amusement of the capitalists.

Kailus said "Oh", it seems that this city is worthy of its name, a club for black boxing can book most of the VIP rooms in one go.

"Can you help me contact the club's manager?" Wilson looked at the serious-looking people behind him.

The receptionist looked at Wilson with a sad expression on her face: "Manager Wilson, you know we can't disclose guest information casually. If you want to know, you can check it yourself later."

"But...if it's just an ordinary guest room, there are plenty of them. Do you think..."

Before she could finish, Nick waved his hand and said:

"Just let it be ordinary customer service. Anyway, we're here this time, so the more ordinary it looks, the better."

To them, the seemingly ordinary identity actually helps their investigation.

Wilson then nodded.

bang——

Suddenly, at the corner of the hall, near the elevator going upstairs, there was a burst of cursing and agitation.

Then, a burly man in a suit wearing sunglasses, carrying a tall, thin guy with dark skin, walked out from the corner and threw the guy in his hand straight onto the cold marble floor. After doing all this, the burly man clapped his hands, his mouth corners sank, his brows slightly wrinkled, as if he was full of disgust for the guy in front of him, and even felt that his hands were dirty.

Da da da.

Then, there was the sound of leather shoes hitting the ground, and behind the man dressed as a bodyguard, another figure appeared. The man was wearing a light yellow outfit and gold-rimmed glasses, revealing an elegant temperament. However, like the bodyguard, when he looked at the disheveled man on the ground, his eyes were full of contempt and disdain.

"You don't want to compete? Why would I support you for nothing? If you admit that you are a loser, then get out of here and go back to your doghouse! Only fighters who want to exchange fighting and muscle for money are welcome here!"

The man with gold-rimmed glasses looked elegant, but his words were full of foul language.

After saying that, the bodyguard beside him seemed to notice Nick and others near the front desk, so he approached the man with gold-rimmed glasses and whispered a few words in his ear.

The latter then glanced sideways, then snorted coldly and turned away again.

There was obvious contempt in his eyes.

At this moment, at the elevator door, there were dozens of people wrapped in thin clothes, with bulging muscles all over their bodies. Some had bandages wrapped around half of their eyes, and some had their abdomens wrapped. They looked covered with scars, but their eyes revealed a terrifying hostility and excitement, as if they couldn't wait to mobilize the little remaining strength to fight again.

It's like taking stimulants.

After the few people left, the disheveled figure on the ground came to his senses, limped to his feet, his eyes wide open, his pupils trembling absentmindedly, his lips trembling, and he looked extremely distraught.

He seemed to be mumbling something.

"No... I don't want to become a monster..."

Most of the passengers passing by were dressed in bright and beautiful clothes. They just glanced sideways at the miserable man, and then continued to stand upright and do their own things coldly.

In Las Vegas, every minute and every second, there are people who are proud and enjoy wealth and glory in one night, while there are also people who are frustrated and fall into an icy cave.

Kailus dared to guarantee that the most secure place in this hotel must be the rooftop.

"This guy……"

Wilson shook his head, signaling them not to bother with it.

"Maybe he was just a guy who was blinded by profit and wanted to use his body to make money, but he got scared halfway."

Underground boxing rings and casinos are, without exception, places where good and bad people mix together, where forces are intertwined and desires are infinitely magnified, so it is not surprising to see many bizarre things.

A down-and-out superhero or a powerful mutant may be trapped in an octagonal cage. Perhaps with their fists, they have the ability to kill those high-ranking capitalists, but if they are disobedient, it will be difficult for them to kill the poverty in themselves.

"Let's go first. Those people who just abandoned this guy are not so easy to deal with." Wilson turned and said to everyone.

In addition to the famous Wayne family, there are many powerful American conglomerates in this city of desire, including but not limited to behemoths spanning the political and business circles.

If you mess with these guys, you will undoubtedly face the risk of exposing your identity.

(End of this chapter)