The Leslie Highway Motel was located in Missouri, right off Highway 44. Taylor Belinda at the front desk leaned on her hand, half-asleep.
It was eleven at night, usually the slowest time for the motel.
The bell jingled, and the lobby door suddenly opened, startling Taylor. A young couple walked in, the man dressed luxuriously, with a refined demeanor. The woman looked young, probably a high school student, with a pure and lovely face, and blonde hair.
"Bitch."
Taylor looked at the expensive watch on the man's wrist and the woman's somewhat shabby clothes, and cursed inwardly. She'd been a hotel front desk clerk for over five years, and she'd seen plenty of guests like this. If she didn't find five used condoms in the trash can the next day, she'd consider it a loss.
"Excuse me, what state is this?" Tessa Eagle asked, a little embarrassed. (Changed the farm father-daughter's names)
They were, in fact, Broly, transformed as Bruce Wayne, and Tessa Eagle. They'd gotten tragically lost because they couldn't tell direction in the sky.
"Huh?" Taylor Belinda looked at Tessa like she was an idiot. "Are you drunk? This is Missouri. Drive another twenty kilometers, and you'll be in Mark Twain National Forest Park."
"I knew it! We were heading north!" Tessa Eagle held her forehead, a little bit of a headache. "Do you have a compass and a map of the United States?"
After getting the compass and map, Broly finally found the right direction and arrived in New York before midnight, riding the Flying Nimbus.
Even at midnight, Big Apple City was still a city of lights and colors that never slept. Even from dozens of kilometers away, they could clearly see the lights that almost illuminated half the sky.
In a bustling city, the Flying Nimbus was too easily spotted, which would cause unnecessary trouble. Broly chose a dark block and landed the Nimbus.
Most of the streetlights were destroyed by stones and guns, leaving only a few that emitted a dim, yellow glow. There was almost no one on the street, and the shops on both sides had long since closed.
A strong smell of urine came from the corner.
Tessa huddled behind Broly. They had obviously landed in a relatively chaotic neighborhood.
Property taxes in the United States were proportional to house prices, and property taxes were the source of funding for the American police. Wealthy communities had sufficient police force. If a homeless person entered the community, they would be driven away by the police, who were alerted within minutes. However, the police in poor communities did not have enough funding to maintain the security of their community.
The area they chose had obviously become so chaotic that it was no better than Mexico.
"Those punks and gangsters shouldn't be a match for the monster, right?"
Tessa cautiously followed behind Broly, recalling the video of him in Mexico City, and a sense of security welled up in her heart.
In such a chaotic neighborhood, taxis wouldn't dare to come in. After walking a few hundred meters, they finally encountered a restaurant that was still open. The restaurant's door was locked, with a small window open. Even this small window was sealed with sturdy iron bars, leaving a small opening for customers to pick up food.
A black man with a hip-hop style and a head full of dreadlocks was riding a shiny Harley Motorcycle, waiting for his ordered food.
He noticed Broly and Tessa. Their eyes lit up. The black man was eyeing the hot Tessa, while Broly was eyeing the motorcycle.
"Hey, pretty boy, your girl's not bad. I'll give you some face with my laser gun, and take her back to let the boys have some fun."
The black man pulled out a pistol and smiled, licking the barrel. He didn't know why these white people were wandering around Hell's Kitchen late at night, but he was ready to give them a memory they'd never forget.
Broly picked up a stone from the ground:
"Then I'll give you some face too, and let you die quickly."
He said, and he flicked the stone out of his hand.
"Bang!"
The black man's head exploded directly, and blood splattered everywhere.
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The restaurant owner let out a high-pitched scream that seemed to pierce the eardrums, pulled down an iron plate, locked it, and blocked the small window. A few seconds later, the neon sign outside also dimmed.
Judging from her skilled speed, this was obviously not the first time.
Broly walked forward and picked up the takeaway that had fallen on the ground. The takeaway box contained a large box of fried chicken and five hot dogs. He picked up a hot dog and stuffed it into his mouth.
Tessa turned her head away. Broly's current appearance of a refined gentleman and his eating habits were simply too incongruous.
"It tastes pretty good. You want some?"
Broly then finished a chicken leg.
Tessa accidentally saw the skull fragments and white brains on the ground, and she retched. She barely managed not to throw up and quickly shook her head in refusal.
Broly couldn't wait to monopolize all the food. He spent a few minutes eating all the five servings of takeaway, then stripped off the corpse's outer clothing and wiped away the brains and blood splattered on the motorcycle.
"Let's go."
He said, and he got on the motorcycle.
"Are you okay with eating that n----r? I'll keep your secret, just don't eat good people anymore, only eat these scumbags, okay?"
After gathering her courage, Tessa lowered her voice.
"Huh?" Broly had a black question mark on his face. "Why would I eat?"
The motorcycle roared, and after leaving Hell's Kitchen, people finally appeared on the street. Broly stopped and asked for directions and finally found the hotel he had called and booked before.
Because of Tessa, he didn't directly choose the Continental Hotel, but chose the Four Seasons Hotel New York. This was one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in New York. The shiny marble on the ground exuded a jade-like luster, and the towering lobby was as magnificent as a palace.
Matt said when he was bragging that he had used public funds to stay here for two months. Broly remembered the name of this hotel.
After giving the name, the hotel manager immediately came forward.
"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, we have prepared everything for you."
Broly spent more than thirty thousand dollars, booking a three-bedroom royal suite at the Continental Hotel. Three bedrooms, two hundred and fifty square meters, over ten thousand dollars a night, for three days.
Tessa felt a little ashamed in front of the hotel manager's impeccable service. She felt the ten-dollar T-shirt she was wearing was a bit hot, and she wanted to escape from the hotel.
"Why did you book such an expensive hotel?"
She asked quietly.
Broly had a strong inner self and was not at all fascinated by these luxurious appearances, casually directing the hotel manager and the attendants in the lobby.
"Since I'm called Bruce Wayne, I naturally have to stay in the best hotel, and it's not far from Midtown High School. It'll be convenient to take you to school tomorrow."
A few tens of thousands of dollars, and after registering at the Continental Hotel, killing two people, it would be more than enough to earn back.
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