"Ding-dong."

The elevator doors opened, and Atwater poked his head and waved back.

The sound of the wheels sounded.

Ethan and Allen worked together to push the heavy hotel luggage cart out, wrapped in a large ball of sheets, and the thing was still slightly undulating.

When I came to the underground garage, a few people pulled me and pushed me.

Quickly pushed the luggage cart to the position where the double flashing lights were on, Alan hummed again, and the whole person was still a little confused.

Tyson's punch stunned him and beat him hard.

I lay down for more than an hour.

Ethan didn't know where to find an animal transfer company, but he was able to get the tiger back to the hotel when he was drunk last night, and now that he was sober, he didn't believe that he couldn't find a way to transport it away.

Several people quickly dispersed.

Horstead buys sleeping pills, and Ethan goes to get fresh steaks.

Stuff a couple of steaks with a lot of sleeping pills, throw them in the bathroom, and wait until it's dark when the damn tiger finally falls asleep, the kind that doesn't blink an eye with a sheet, and then carries it in a luggage cart.

"Hurry up."

Seeing several people appear, Horstead hurriedly got out of the car to greet him.

"How?"

The sheets were lifted, and the hearts of the four people were a little hairy, and Atwater looked at Ethan in a daze.

I was carried into the luggage cart just now, and I almost didn't scare him to death.

The tiger wasn't too big, but it was still very scary, with a fishy wind in his breath and yellow and black fur slowly undulating.

The limbs were unusually thick, and the fangs were shining.

I don't know what Tyson, the bastard, is raising tigers for, and what they are stealing it for.

Thinking of this, Ethan was so angry that he waved his hand to the side.

"Wow~~~"

Alan grinned and rubbed his head:

"And what is this for?"

"I just want to hit you."

Ethan withdrew his hand and said angrily, "Do you have an opinion?" ”

Obviously, Alan didn't dare to have.

"Fake."

With his hands on his hips, Ethan scolded in a low voice: "It's just a relatively big cat, don't think too much, hurry up." ”

After a few more curses, they started to do so.

Atwater and Horstead hugged the front, carefully avoiding the fangs, Ethan had the most strength and grabbed the tiger's waist without giving up, while Alan alone lifted two tiger legs in the back.

"God."

Lifting a tiger leg, Alan probed his brain curiously: "Can you believe it?" There's even a barb in this thing. ”

"Shet, Morgan's is more than it!!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

After a few painful exhalations, Ethan put down his hand with a dark face, and the little fat man finally became honest.

With great difficulty, he got the tiger into the car and closed the open.

A new problem arises again.

How to sit.

The three members of the intelligence group were very tacit and quickly grabbed the front seat, but fortunately, this was a classic car, although they were a little aggrieved, they could still sit down.

"Ahem~"

Alan held out his chin with one hand and twisted his legs from side to side: "Guys, I suddenly have some urgency to urinate, or you guys should go." ”

The rest of the position, just behind the tiger's butt.

The little fat man said that even if he was killed, he was not willing to sit next to the ass of a tiger, and his eyes looked so determined.

"Don't force me to get out of the car."

Ethan held out an index finger from the car window and shook it from side to side.

"Bump."

The sound of the door closing, Alan carefully covered the bed sheet for the tiger next to him: "Good boy, sleep in peace, and you will be home in a while." ”

"Vegas, BABY!!"

Cheers rang out, and a blonde girl in a classic American cheerleader uniform leaned out of the co-pilot and showed off the beautiful scenery on her chest to the Mercedes Benz next to her.

The arc is top-notch, and the bounce is natural.

Stimulated by the night breeze or alcohol, the pink of the blonde hair is slightly upturned.

According to Ethan's experience, it is possible to score eight.

He put his hand out of the window and gave a thumbs up, appreciating this act of generosity.

The person driving on the opposite side doesn't seem to be a big deal.

I saw the steering wheel swing, Ford quickly approached the Mercedes-Benz, although curious about why the opposite side sat so crowded, but the driver's handsome face made the blonde girl even more energetic, and did not mind letting the other party have a good time.

Her gaze shifted, and she swept towards the latter.

The vehicle jolted and the sheets slid down.

A huge tiger head appeared in front of her, and although the cold eyes were a little confused, they were indeed staring at themselves.

mountain peaks, quickly climb on goosebumps.

"Ah!!h

A piercing scream rang out in the tunnel: "God, these people are crazy, get out of here." ”

With a shout, the blonde girl quickly sat back in the car.

Fingertips only gently skim in front of the grapes.

Ethan looked at the vehicle that was rapidly moving away and was shouting and swearing, and said inexplicably, "I swear, today is the most inexplicable day I've ever had, and this girl is crazy." ”

"Hahaha."

A chuckle rang out in the car.

It would be a pity if I missed such a beautiful thing, but now it's more about schadenfreude.

It's not far from the address of Tyson's house.

The hearts they raised gradually let go.

Shaking his finger, Ethan swept to the rearview mirror depressedly, his furry head slowly raised, and his original yellow-brown eyes turned dark green because of the light, staring at him in a ghostly light.

The back of the head, like an overelectricity.

A thrilling spirit.

Alan also felt the movement around him, looking at the slowly raised tiger's head, his mouth full of beard opened wide, and his bladder was sour.

"Roar~~~"

The roar of the tiger sounded like thunder.

The tiger's paw tugged at the sheets and slapped Ethan on the shoulder.

Although the tiger was still in a daze, Ethan felt this irresistible force for the first time, a tingling pain came from his back, and his shoulder was tilted forward, and he shook violently in the tunnel with Mercedes.

"Falk !!"

"Ahh

"Stop, pull over, pull over."

"I'm going to die, I'm going to die!!"

The sound of exasperated horns and screams mingled together, cars flashed dangerously past the Mercedes, and the shouts and curses of passing drivers were incessant.

After a sharp braking.

The silver Mercedes stopped diagonally on the side of the road, the door opened quickly, and several people shouted and climbed.

"Close the door."

Ethan yelled and kicked hard at the door.

If you let a tiger run around the streets of Las Vegas, it has to be news.

Several others held back their panic and closed the car door.

"Damn it."

Ethan looked at the tiger in the car in a cold sweat, he didn't expect to be fed so many sleeping pills, and the beast woke up so quickly, but it was obviously a little confused, and it was gnawing at the seat.

Tiger claws, also pulled in the car.

Everywhere they went, the seats were torn apart, as if they had been slashed by a sharp blade.

"Boss."

Atwater hurried over and asked eagerly, "Did you just get slapped in the face?" ”

He grabbed Ethan by the shoulder and threw him to the side.

The shirt was torn, and two or three blood marks were left on the shoulder, and a trace of blood was oozing from inside.

"It's fine."

He sat on the ground and exhaled heavily: "Maybe I'm still in a daze, I didn't have time to pop my claws out, just some abrasions." (End of chapter)