The Leslie Highway Motel is located off Highway 44, Missouri. Front desk Taylor. Belinda propped her chin in one hand, drowsy.

It's eleven o'clock in the evening, which is about the most free time for the hostel.

The bell rang and the lobby door was suddenly pushed open, waking Taylor up. Walking into the hotel was a young man and woman, the man was lavishly dressed and had a good demeanor. The woman doesn't look very old, but she looks like a high school student, pure and lovely, with blonde hair.

"Bichi."

Taylor looked at the watch the man was wearing and the woman's somewhat shabby clothes, and cursed in his heart. She has been working as a hotel front desk for more than five years, and she has seen a lot of such guests, and the next day she cleaned up her room and didn't dig out five sets in the trash can.

"I want to ask, which state is this?"

Tessa. Eagle asked, a little embarrassed. (Changed the name of the father and daughter of the farm)

They're just turning into Bruce. Wayne's Broly with Tessa. The two Eagles, because they couldn't tell the direction in the sky, they tragically got lost.

"Huh?" Taylor. Belinda looked at Tessa with the eyes of a fool: "Have you drunk too much, this is Missouri, and if you drive another twenty kilometers, you can get to Mark. Twain National Forest. ”

"I knew it! We're going north! "Tessa. Eagle held his forehead with a headache: "Is there a compass and a map of the United States here?" ”

Armed with a compass and a map, Broly finally found his way and arrived in New York before midnight in a somersault cloud.

Even at midnight, the Big Apple is still a city that never sleeps, and even from a dozen kilometers away, you can still clearly see the lights that almost illuminate half of the sky.

In the midst of a bustling metropolis, somersault clouds are too easy for witnesses to see, causing unnecessary trouble. Broly chose a dimly lit neighborhood and pressed the clouds.

Most of the streetlights along the street had been destroyed with stones and guns, and only a few were left glowing with a dim glow. There were almost no people on the streets, and the shops on both sides had long since closed.

There was a strong smell of urine coming from the corner.

Tessa cowered behind Broly, and they apparently landed in a relatively chaotic neighborhood.

Property taxes in the United States are directly proportional to housing prices, and property taxes are the source of funding for the police in the United States. Affluent neighborhoods have an ample police presence, and homeless people enter the community and are chased away within minutes by the police who call the police. Police in poor communities are not well funded to maintain law and order in their communities.

The area they chose had apparently collapsed to the point of law and order, and it was no better than Mexico.

"Those thugs and gangsters shouldn't be the opponents of the youkai."

Tessa cautiously followed Broly, recalling his video in Mexico City, and a sense of security welled up in her heart.

In such a chaotic neighborhood, taxis simply don't dare to drive in. After walking for about a few hundred meters, I came across a restaurant that was open. The door of this restaurant is locked, and a small window is opened. Even this small window is sealed with a sturdy iron fence, leaving a small opening for customers to pick up food.

A black man dressed in hip-hop and with dreadlocks rides on a shiny Harley-Davidson motorcycle, waiting for something good to order.

He noticed Broly and Tessa, and their eyes lit up. The black man had his eye on Tessa, who was hot, but Broly was eyeing the motorcycle.

"Hey, little white face, your horse is good, I'll give you a face with my laser gun, and take her back to cool off my brothers."

The black man drew a pistol and licked the barrel with a wicked smile. He didn't know why the pair were still wandering Hell's Kitchen late at night, but he was ready to give them a memory that will last a lifetime.

Broly picked up a stone from the ground:

"Then I'll give you a face, so that you can die happily."

As he spoke, he flicked the stone out of his hand.

"Bang!"

The black man's head exploded, and blood splattered all over the ground.

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The proprietress let out a high-pitched scream that seemed to puncture her eardrums, pulled down an iron plate and locked it, blocking the small window, and after a few seconds, the neon-lit sign outside also dimmed.

Judging from her skillful speed, it is obviously not the first time.

Broly stepped forward and picked up the takeaway that had fallen on the floor. The take-out box was a large box of fried chicken and five servings of hot dogs. Pick up a hot dog and stuff it in your mouth.

Tessa turned her head, Broly's appearance as a handsome boy and a devil's appearance was too discordant.

"It tastes good, you either?"

Broly nibbled another chicken leg clean.

Tessa accidentally saw the skull fragments on the ground and the white brain, retched for a while, and finally didn't spit it out, and hurriedly waved her hand to refuse.

Unable to monopolize all the food, it took him a few minutes to eat all the takeaways for five people, rip off the coat of the corpse on the ground, and wipe off the brains and blood that had been splashed on the motorcycle.

"Let's go."

He said as he got on his motorcycle.

"Do you feel free to eat that Nigo, I'll keep it a secret for you, but don't eat good people in the future, just eat these scumbags, okay?"

After plucking up her courage for a long time, Tessa lowered her voice and said.

"Huh?" Broly Black Question Mark Face: "Why Should I Eat?" ”

The motorcycle roared, and after driving out of Hell's Kitchen, the street was finally populated, and Broly stopped to ask for directions, and finally found the hotel he had called before leaving.

Because of Tessa, he didn't choose the Continental Hotel directly, but the Four Seasons Hotel in New York. This is one of New York's most luxurious five-star hotels, with a jade-like sheen of glossy marble on the floor and a palace-like lobby.

Matt bragged that he had lived here for two months with public funds. Broly wrote down the name of the hotel.

After the name was announced, the lobby manager immediately greeted him.

"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, we've got everything ready for you."

Broly spent more than $30,000 to book a three-bedroom royal suite at the Continental Hotel. Three bedrooms, 250 square meters, more than 10,000 a night, three days.

Tessa was a little ashamed of herself in front of the impeccable service of the lobby manager, and felt that the T-shirt on her body was a little hot for more than ten dollars, and she wanted to escape from the hotel.

"Why book such an expensive hotel?"

She asked quietly.

Broly's heart is strong, and he is not at all fascinated by these extravagant appearances, and casually supports the lobby manager and the waiters in the hall.

"Since it's called Bruce. Wayne, naturally want to stay in the best hotel, and this is not far from Midtown High School, it is also convenient to send you to school tomorrow. ””

It's only tens of thousands of dollars, and after registering at the Continental Hotel, you can double the amount you earn back by killing two people.