It's actually a big pineapple!!

Within ten meters of metal visibility, at the foot of Zhang Jing, a Citi army squad with machine guns and bullets was floating in the air.

It is clear that the machine gun does not move on its own, someone is fiddling with it.

This made Zhang Jing feel that the pores all over his body were open, and the power of the machine gun could easily pass through the concrete floor, in case there was a madman below, he would be beaten to death in bed from downstairs.

"Hemp sells lots!" Zhang Jing scolded angrily in his heart, sleeping is not peaceful.

Deliberately soiling the towel, Zhang Jing called the waiter at the front desk, pointed to the dirty towel and asked, "I need to change the room again."

The hotel was not embarrassed, and the attitude was quite polite, so Zhang Jing moved to room 3418, which was two rooms staggered from the location of the big pineapple.

However, it was really embarrassing, after changing rooms this time, he saw that in the room above, a tongue nail moved regularly in the air, as if it was teasing something.

It makes someone irritable, it's really better to live in the wild, out of sight, out of mind.

Because he was going to stay in Las Vegas for a whole week, Zhang Jing had to be able to endure the loneliness, endure the torment of one night, and set off early the next morning for Lake Mead, 40 kilometers away.

With a capacity of about 35 billion cubic meters and an 885-kilometre shoreline, Lake Mead is one of Citigroup's five most visited national parks, with more than 10 million visitors a year.

The ancestors of the Xu family wrote several pages of their diary about Lake Mead, during which they mentioned treasure hunting information, and there was more than one of them.

One: In the 50s of the 20th century, the legendary Gray Gang leader locked his life's accumulation, along with himself, into a safe and sank to the bottom of the lake.

2: In the 60s of the 20th century, a group of robbers robbed jewelry worth about 20 million yuan and suspected of sinking into Lake Mead.

Three: In the 70s of the 20th century, the missing legendary billionaire Nandelson was suspected of being sunk in Lake Mead.

It looks messy, insecure, and actually messy.

Las Vegas was founded by railroads and prospered because of the Hoover Dam, and the development process was very long, and the whole process was accompanied by violence and darkness.

Even if it is modern, what Zhang Jing sees and hears, in addition to firearms, there are also sirens that sound intermittently throughout the night.

There is data to prove how chaotic the casino is.

Two years ago, the water level of Lake Mead dropped due to a severe drought, and many bodies were found hiding at the bottom of the lake.

Many of the corpses, some new and some old, were sunk by barbed wire, some were sitting in oil drums, some were tied with stones, and many more were just thrown away.

Some bones are still only in shallow water, and there may be more in deep water.

In addition, the Gray Gang of Las Vegas fought bravely and fiercely, setting off all kinds of bloody news, including the claim that the body was abandoned at the bottom of the lake after the murder.

Interestingly, the surrounding people all know that they drink corpse water, but what can be done?

Zhang Jing had just parked his car in the parking lot of the lakeside yacht park and was about to rent a boat when a young African man with a square face walked over to greet the baby sea lion.

"Hello, your pet looks special, is it a fur seal?"

Looking at the young man, he was about 22 or 23 years old, and he looked very good, with very thick lips and a relatively strong man.

"Hello," Zhang Jing politely corrected, "it's a sea lion."

"There are eight of us, and we are renting a big yacht, would you like to join in?"

"I don't want to join you." Zhang Jing refused simply.

I thought that the African-American man would turn around and leave directly, but I didn't expect the other party to take out a few rice dollars from his pocket and hand them to Zhang Jing, "Are these enough?"

Zhang Jing has a feeling of being in a dog's uproar, even if a woman likes him, why are men interested in him?

"Get out!" Zhang Jing was no longer polite, and scolded, "CHLTE! lcklvestock！」

The man was blown up, and Zhang Jing actually scolded him for chocolate! Black Animal!

Seeing that Zhang Jingren was tall and not easy to mess with, the African-American man scolded and left, looking like he was going to move the rescuers.

I am worried about being scared

After smashing the car, Zhang Jing changed the parking position, then went to the marina management office to rent a seven-meter fishing boat, and then went to the depths of Lake Mead.

During the day, the temperature was only 15 or 16 degrees, which was not suitable for playing in the water, so I drove eight or nine kilometers without seeing any other cruise ships.

Zhang Jing randomly stopped the boat, floated on the lake, and brought a folding chair to the little sea lion to explain, "I'll drop it down, you pick it up."

The baby sea lion has large eyes, like bull's eyes, slightly protruding, and looks at its owner in confusion.

Training for half a year, whether it is a mule or a horse, you will know immediately.

Zhang Jing threw the folding chair into the lake, waited for about two minutes, and let the baby sea lion enter the water.

After about five minutes, the little sea lion resurfaced without bringing anything with him, and just when Zhang Jing was disappointed, he didn't expect the folding chair to be hooked on his tail.

Then Zhang Jing threw his watch into the lake, and the little sea lion took up the drag and picked it up with his mouth.

Lake Mead was shaped like a clover, and Zhang Jing drove the fishing boat to the deepest part of the middle and threw his watch into the lake again.

The baby sea lion went into the water, and five minutes later – the accident happened!

When the little sea lion surfaced, he didn't get the watch back, which scared Zhang Jingsoul, and it could be a token of love sent by Ding Jiaqi!

Then the little sea lion opened its mouth and spat out a handful of earth-gemstones???

"Oh x!" Zhang Jing was so excited that he picked up one and looked left and right, looking up and down, but he couldn't understand it.

"Good baby," calming down, Zhang Jing took out a squid from the Mithril space and rewarded it to the little sea lion, "Hurry up and help Dad get the watch up, otherwise we will all have to sleep on the floor in the future."

The little sea lion was very sensible, entered the water again, and retrieved the watch after a while, which made Zhang Jingchang exhale turbidity.

At this time, Zhang Jing was deeply aware of the extraordinaryness of the little sea lion, and it deserved a name, or called it - cylinder bean?

With gray-black hair, a steel-like body, and a strong will to make money for his master, the bean is fully worthy of the name.

Just when Zhang Jing was about to show his strength, a drone flew overhead, which made him have to temporarily hunt for treasures.

A moment later, a large yacht twenty or thirty meters long drove over from a distance.

It was easy for Zhang Jing to guess that the helper on the boat was called by the ghost animal just now, because there were no witnesses around, and he was worried that the other party would move out the big pineapple, so Zhang Jing smeared oil on the soles of his feet and slipped away!

It should be noted that some people's conscience is very fierce, they are brave and ruthless, licking blood from the knife edge, and treating human life as nothing, especially in casinos, they feel that people are impetuous, and they are carrying guns in the bright light, otherwise there will not be many sunken corpses in this lake.

Thinking so, Zhang Jing drove the yacht back to the dock at high speed, there were people here, there were cameras, and it belonged to the safe zone.

Walking slowly into a small café, a sweet-looking girl greeted her, "Good afternoon, sir, welcome."

In a very small café with only four tables and only two diners per table, Zhang Jing walked to the counter, "Good afternoon, give me a cup of hot chocolate, a crescent biscuit, and two croissants."

"Wait a minute," the woman smiled slightly, and quickly tapped the plate, "15 meters in total."

There is no need to tip if you pay first, Zhang Jing gives 20 yuan in the past and 5 yuan in change.

Wait about a minute, the three foods are ready, everything is pre-made, and the makeshift microwave oven heats up.

Sitting down by the window with a plate in hand, a group of African-Americans stormed into the café in a rage.

Zhang Jing was not stunned at all in this situation, if he really fought, he would dare to take out a pistol from his pocket and kill all sides.

Seeing that Zhang Jing didn't look at himself and his friends at all, the African-American man led by him glared fiercely and angrily as if he was not enlightened, "Do you know who I am?"

Zhang Jing asked lazily, "Where did you collapse?"

"Kenita!" The African-American youth at the head looked remarkable and shouted, "My surname is Kenita!"

"Huh?"

Zhang Jing was looking at the young man in front of him, about 23 or 24 years old, with double eyelids.

Sausage lips, round head, hair very short and close to the scalp.

It turned out to be an old acquaintance, and you still owe me money!!