The first floor of the Luo's Hotel, the golden lobby.

"Robert and Carty in one room."

Dean quickly arranged for his drunken companions.

"Noah and Liam."

"Rust and Britney." Dean winked at his brother, and the latter's originally intoxicated eyes instantly sobered up, and he was full of excitement, looking at Britney, who was leaning on his shoulder, his face was red, bright and moving, and his little heart fluttered.

Is this going to be with a girlfriend, open up?

"And then..."

Dean looked at Caroline, who was almost unconscious, with her eyes closed, her warm hands around her waist, and her long legs writhing as if she had ADHD.

"I'm with Caroline."

Dean left several people's driver's licenses and bank cards at the front desk.

"On the top floor, four rooms, we're going to look at the stars."

The front desk of the hotel repeatedly confirmed the age and appearance on the driver's license, and then looked at Caroline, who was flushed next to Dean.

sighed in his heart, it was another drama of a scumbag coaxing an ignorant girl.

"Sorry, the top floor is only open to VIP customers."

"Then nineteen floors." Dean said casually, "19-1, 19-2, 19-3, 19-4, arrange it." ”

"Sir, please don't embarrass me. The hotel does not allow guests to specify the room number, I can only try to arrange it to your satisfaction..."

The front desk lady's words of refusal were suddenly interrupted, and she quietly reached out to take the five knives between Dean's fingers, poured her backhand into her sleeve, smiled sweetly, and swiped the card neatly.

"Wait a minute, I'll arrange it for you right away."

……

Everyone took the elevator up to the nineteenth floor.

Dean allocates a room, and he lives 19-3.

"Boy, I loved and protected her like a daughter for five whole years to make sure she wasn't corrupted!" Robert's fat body leaned against the door of 19-2, his drunken and hazy face suddenly changed, "Don't look at her so beautiful, but she's never a casual girl." You take her in today, and then you have to be responsible for her and write a few good songs for her! ”

"Otherwise, I won't be able to spare you!"

"I'll focus on signing a contract with you." Dean said.

Robert's shiny round face was stunned.

looked at Caroline, who was paralyzed on Dean's body, and gritted her teeth in confusion.

"Have a good dream!"

Dropping a blessing, the fat man pushed Karty and slammed the door shut.

……

19-3．

Dean looked at it slightly, and the ordinary standard room of the Luo's Hotel was also larger than the average hotel, more than 50 square meters, and almost eight meters long from the door to the balcony.

The walls are painted in soft white, and in addition to two single beds side by side, there is a bathroom, a balcony.

He closed the door to his guest room.

Put Caroline on the bed.

The girl lay quietly on her back, her skin glowing white under the lamp of the room, and her figure was bumpy under the light coat, like a sleeping beauty.

But Dean could clearly see her blinking eyelashes and trembling shoulders.

A layer of goosebumps drilled out of her white little waist, like a little white sheep shivering in the cold wind.

"Whew... Finally, it is reasonable to stay on the 19th floor of the Luo's Hotel, and now I am down to business. ”

At present, Dean has no intention of appreciating the beauty, and his casual expression is solemn.

"God's Perspective" is activated.

The view instantly soared upward, over the ceiling more than three meters high, and penetrated through the thick steel bar, concrete and wooden floors.

Enter a brighter, more luxurious, resplendent place.

20-3 Presidential Suite.

The bright crystal lamps on the ceiling shine brightly.

The living room was empty, and under a few steps, in front of the leather sofa, a large color TV was playing the report of the Las Vegas mayor's press conference held a few days ago - the Lake Mead incident.

On the couch sat a young man in a black vest with strong muscles in his arms and a holster under his armpit.

James Lowe's personal bodyguard?

Dean closed his eyes and stepped back towards the door.

God's perspective then moved, leaving the gate of 20-3 and seeing the hallway.

Two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses stood guard at the door, their eyes alertly scanning the passing guests.

"With so many bodyguards, how afraid of death you have to be."

To the left of the suite is the "President's Wife" bedroom with a cloakroom and a velvet bed, and the adjoining one is the same size presidential bedroom.

To the right of the living room is a recreation room with chess and billiards.

A study with bookshelves stacked in the middle of the right.

At the bottom right is the bathroom with a luxurious large bath.

Inside, there is a second elevator with a safe escape route, which is also guarded by a bodyguard.

It is said to be a presidential suite, but in fact, it is no less than a small villa with a high level of security.

For most people, in order to enter a room, they must face professional bodyguards, be searched and checked.

Dean is an outlier.

No matter how vigilant and sharp the bodyguards were, they couldn't imagine that the ill-intentioned assassins were secretly observing their every move downstairs!

Every breath they took couldn't escape Dean's senses.

In addition, Dean himself was not on the 20th floor, and the dense surveillance cameras in the corridors and suites posed no threat to him.

Dean suddenly felt the thrill of hiding in the shadows and taking control of everything.

He searched all the way.

The 20-3 presidential suite is several times larger than the 19-3 downstairs, and the "God's Perspective" viewing range is only five meters, so there are many blind spots.

In the room in the presidential suite, Dean only glanced at the doorway, and further down was in the blind spot, pitch black.

James Law has not been found yet.

"The bodyguard is in the room, he must not be far away."

The night is still long.

Dean lurked patiently.

In order not to snub Caroline for too long and make her suspicious, he quietly lay down beside her.

He put his arms around her waist.

He buried his face in the back of her neck and took a deep breath.

Here it comes!

Caroline's brain was dizzy, and her cheeks were bright red like apples.

Nervous and expectant.

But she didn't wait for the other party to make further moves.

Dean pulled her left hand and began fiddling with her slender fingers.

Knead the meat and the tiger's mouth.

Pinch your fingertips.

It was as if her delicate little hands were used as toys.

When the girl in front of her was so bored that she was about to fall asleep.

Dean sat up from the bed suddenly, his eyes glinting with excitement.

Upstairs.

A middle-aged man in a white nightgown walked into the living room from the study, holding a picture frame in his arms, his round face was thin and out of shape, his hooked nose was getting bigger, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking restless and tired.

He spoke a few words of obscure Italian to the bodyguard and took a bottle of red wine from the other's hand.

With his left hand in his arms and a wine bottle in his right hand, he walked barefoot to the balcony.

Without a sound, Dean jumped out of bed after him and walked slowly.

Upstairs and downstairs.

A distance of four meters.

James Law and Dean, two puppets on a line, walked to the balcony at the same speed and pace.

The bodyguard watched from a distance in the living room.

The evening breeze blows.

The scorching heat of Las Vegas during the day is replaced by the coolness of the night.

And strip avenue.

On the top floor of the Rock's Hotel, leaning on the guardrail, you can see the bustling city with colorful neon lights, and the high-rise buildings are like an undulating jungle of concrete.

A little more dangerous beauty in the night.

"Bob... Give me a little more time, I swear, at all costs, send them to accompany you. ”

James Lowe leaned drunkenly against the guardrail, stared at his son's posthumous photo, took a sip of red wine, and threw the bottle off the balcony.

The bodyguard in the room rubbed his face and sighed, not noticing that a dark and hazy figure had burrowed out of the nineteenth-floor balcony and swept through the air like a gust of wind.

Rise, turn.

Floating down to the balcony of the twentieth floor, behind James, with a dark and cold gaze, he stared at the man standing on the edge of the "cliff".

"Do it!"

19-3。

Dean ordered.

Shadow burst out with an invisible force, pushing the man's back lightly.

With an exclamation, James Lowe, who was half-on the guardrail, lost his balance and fell out of the guardrail.

Head under toe.

Fall!

The wind is howling!

Start your standard free-fall exercise from the 20th floor of the Rockwell Hotel.

Hysterical screams streaked across the night sky from top to bottom.

Countless hotel guests woke up from their sleep and walked to the window.

Caroline rubbed her eyes and went to the balcony, subconsciously wrapping her arms around Dean's waist and resting her cheek against his back.

"What sound, do you hear it?"

Bang!

The ground shook slightly.

On the marble floor, the billionaire has been transformed into a blood-red and white flower of flesh and blood.

Dean looked at the panicked crowd in the hotel lobby, the corners of his mouth curled slightly,

"A meteor fell to the ground."

"It's beautiful."

Dean turned around and picked Caroline up,

"Let's go, go to sleep."