The Merry Passerby is a twelve-room motel that, despite being dirty, messy and unremarkable, is still quite profitable.

At the root of it, most of the time the tenants who live here are either street girls who don't want to be known their real identities, or criminals who are evading the police to conduct illegal transactions, in short, they are not willing to worry about thirty or forty dollars.

In addition, there was a very eccentric guest living in the rightmost room on the second floor, who neither looked for women nor had contact with roadside thugs who peddled "laundry detergent" and "tobacco", except for the occasional day or week, and the rest of the time he stayed alone in his room and didn't know what the hell was going on.

However, for the sake of the rent of a hundred dollars a day, Bart, as the boss, is too lazy to meddle in his affairs, anyway, no matter what the other party does, even if it is to make a bomb and prepare to make a big news, as long as he does not detonate it in his hotel.

Just as he was about to open the drawer, take out all the cash in it, and deposit it in the bank, and end the day, three strangers suddenly walked in outside the door.

The leader is an Asian in a black suit, judging from the fabric and leather shoes alone, the price is definitely more than a few thousand dollars of high-end goods, and it is not at all affordable for the poor ghosts who live nearby.

In addition, the thrilling beauty of the woman who followed behind him also made Old Bart feel his heart beat faster, his mouth was thirsty, and his lower body set up a small tent early.

As the owner of a motel, he has seen hundreds of beautiful women in his life, not thousands, but hundreds, and none of them can be compared.

Especially those eyes, as if you can't help but fall into them at a glance.

As for the last chubby middle-aged man, even if he was more than ten meters away, he could smell the stench of a lawyer emanating from the other party.

Although Americans can't live without lawyers all their lives, few really like them, especially for the poor, who don't have so high incomes, and a single legal consultation can cost them hundreds or even thousands of dollars.

Many poor people would rather deal with the demons of hell than with lawyers.

Apparently, the three intruders were none other than Zhang Cheng, Polman, and Patty, who had passed a few blocks.

"Guys, do you want to stay?" said Old Barth, who calmed down a little, and took the initiative to ask.

Although he didn't think that the three strangers in front of him would be able to look at the pitiful cash in the drawer, he reached under the counter to be on the safe side and gripped a shotgun held in place with duct tape.

You must know that after nightfall in Brooklyn, it is completely different from the daytime, and there will be at least 20 to 25 burglaries and burglaries almost every night, and there are even more roadblocks and robberies to the point that as long as no one is killed, the police are too lazy to deal with it.

Zhang Cheng, who has always been observant, noticed the tense right arm of the innkeeper, smiled slightly, and replied in standard American English, "No, sir, we are not here to stay, but to find someone." ”

"Looking for someone?" Old Bart subconsciously frowned.

"Yes, Euben Best should live here, if you don't mind, can you tell me what room he is staying in?" Zhang Cheng said bluntly, while taking out a bulging envelope from his pocket and throwing it in front of the other party.

Old Bart seemed to understand something, and immediately opened the envelope and took a look, and found that it contained a thick stack of hundred-dollar bills, at least four thousand to five thousand.

Without any hesitation, he directly took down a bunch of keys from the shelf behind him, and said expressionlessly, "The room on the far right on the second floor is." Here are the keys to all the rooms in the whole hotel, and I'm going to go to the bank next, and whatever you're going to do, I don't know or see. ”

As the last word blurted out, he ran at breakneck speed toward a Ford pickup truck parked outside, and the moment he passed Patty's side, he didn't forget to take a deep breath, his face full of intoxication.

Watching the car slowly disappear at the end of the road, Zhang Cheng couldn't help but smile and shook his head and sighed, "What a smart person, it seems that there is no need to modify his memory." ”

"Hmph, a pesky bug, why don't you let me catch up and suck him dry?" Patty suggested with a dangerous twinkle in her eyes.

"Forget it, you should know it's not his fault. Polman, with the keys, we go to the second floor. Zhang Cheng glanced at the other party's slightly revealing dress and walked towards the staircase quietly.

He knew very well that the innkeeper's lewd behavior just now was entirely due to the influence of biological instincts, and it was the natural charm that the banshee unconsciously emanated.

In fact, any man with a normal physiological orientation will subconsciously regard Patty as the object of sexual fantasies and desire to get close to her.

Under the leadership of Zhang Cheng, a group of three people soon came to the door of the guest room with the No. 204 sign.

Just as Polman took out the key and tried to lock it, he suddenly felt an inexplicable killing force, and hurriedly kicked it open, while holding up the ice protector.

Next Second......

Bang!

The door was knocked off the spot by a huge force!

A cold light followed, slamming into the biting ice!

All of a sudden, ice chips were scattered!

The sharp dagger nearly pierced the protection of the Ice Protector, and he could even clearly see the tip of the sword that was close at hand.

"Magic?!" a surprised look appeared on the face of the man who attacked from within the room.

But surprise is surprise, the movement of the hand did not stop at all.

In just a few seconds, he stabbed dozens or even hundreds of swords from different angles at an unbelievable speed, and the angle of each sword was so tricky!

When the Ice Protector finally shattered in the repeated attacks, he raised the corners of his mouth and smiled with excitement or joy, and the whole person turned into an afterimage and disappeared in place.

"Be careful!" the embarrassed Polman saw this scene and immediately shouted a reminder at the top of his voice.

But at the moment when this word blurted out, Zhang Cheng, who had always been in a passive defensive state, suddenly laughed, raised his hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Syllable!

I saw an invisible arcane rune emerge and glow with dazzling brilliance!

Before the other two could react to what had happened, the man who had disappeared a second ago suddenly collided with the glowing rune, bursting with golden sparks.

The short sword in his hand seemed to have been heated by a thousand degrees of flames, showing an abnormal red color, and it was still melting rapidly, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword was severely burned.

But even so, he had no intention of throwing away his weapon, and it seemed that he wanted to destroy the arcane runes in one fell swoop.

Feeling the fanaticism hidden under the other party's calm appearance, Zhang Cheng greeted with an unhurried smile, "Good evening, Mr. Urban-Best." It seems that you are exactly like the information on the document, a true battle maniac. But unfortunately, you picked the wrong opponent today. ”

"Hehe, maybe. But I'd like to try it anyway. Not to be outdone, the man responded.

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