The Continental Hotel on Pearl Street.
When Lake walked into the Continental Hotel, he immediately felt that the atmosphere tonight was different from yesterday. Yesterday, there were only a few people in the hotel lobby, but today it felt a bit overcrowded.
The textile mill was destroyed.
The time for the Continental Hotel to expel Carlos and offer a reward is approaching. It is estimated that at this moment, the reward for Carlos is already in the process of being processed.
Take the elevator and walk into the bar.
Wow!
Lake raised his eyebrows and was surprised to see that the bar was a little crowded. Then he sat down opposite Carlos, who was sitting alone.
With a swish.
Lake could clearly feel a series of gazes falling on him.
Lake laughed, turned around and raised his middle finger towards the many killers in the bar who were looking at him intentionally or unintentionally.
This is a provocation.
Without a doubt.
But the killers turned a blind eye and simply shifted their attention from Lake to Carlos, who was sitting opposite him, drinking one glass of wine after another and seemed to want to get drunk.
Lake also withdrew his gaze and looked at Carlos: "How is it, are you satisfied with my work?"
Carlos looked up, speaking sparingly: "Aren't you afraid that this matter will be exposed and you will be hunted down by the Continental Hotel?"
Lake shrugged. "Can you speak that?"
It is a serious crime for a killer to collude with law enforcement officers.
After all, one is in darkness and the other is in light. Black and white are just like fire and water. Moreover, no one wants to see fire and water get along together.
pity...
I am the black and white compatible body.
Besides.
Even if the Continental Hotel investigates the New York Police Department, they will only find that Carlos used the power of the New York Police Department to eradicate the mutual aid society. After all, Carlos' confession was used as evidence.
Carlos could actually say that this was what Lake did, and then use the information that Lake had tipped off the New York Police Department to exchange for another kind of punishment from the Continental Hotel, that is, no reward but only expulsion.
Carlos could choose, but he can't.
His son Wesley is still incarcerated in the New York Police Department. Carlos would not do this until he was sure what the relationship between Lake and the New York Police Department was.
"account."
"Give!"
"…"
Carlos looked at a bank account number registered overseas that was pushed in front of him just as he said it. He looked up and saw Lake smiling: "You don't seem worried that I will regret it."
Lake said in a relaxed tone: "No, you worry and are afraid. As for me, I am not worried or afraid."
So what if I'm being hunted down by a mainland hotel?
Glasses and accessories.
Even if Lake was standing in the lobby of the Continental Hotel, face to face, others would think that Lake was a newbie who had just entered the world of killers.
and...
No matter how the process goes, Lake is confident that the Continental Hotel will be the last to close as long as they fight to the end.
So Lake didn't care about anything that Carlos was worried about and afraid of.
soon.
"It's turning well."
After Carlos transferred his savings to the bank account provided by Lake, he looked at Lake and said, "Can you confirm this?"
Lake didn't say anything and didn't take out his cell phone. As a killer, he didn't have a cell phone.
But Lake has a special way of checking accounts.
Cheats, recharge, overseas bank account 602-005-24-678!
A thought came to my mind.
Ding Dong!
[Recharge successful]
Fifty-nine thousand seven hundred dollars!
"…"
Lake raised an eyebrow and looked at Carlos: "That's all?"
What the hell.
It would be fine if I were a poor guy, but you are at least one of the top ten killers in the world and you only have this little money. You must be fooling me.
Although Carlos was a little suspicious about how Lake knew the number, he shook his head and said, "If you knew you were going to die no matter what, would you still keep the savings?"
Lake opened his mouth.
This reason is absolutely impeccable. I know that no matter how hard I struggle, I will die anyway. So why should I save the money? Of course, I should use it to buy delicious food, drinks and fun things.
so...
After Carlos defected from the mutual aid society for his beliefs, he would come to the Continental Hotel every night for one-stop service. Not only his deposits, but even his gold coins were pitifully small.
Carlos pulled the last dozen or so gold coins from his pocket and pushed them in front of Lake: "This is all I have. I guess I won't need them soon."
Lake looked at the gold coins in front of him and thought about the transfer of less than 60,000 US dollars in his account.
heart...
So I've been busy for so long, and this damn chance to win a lottery is not enough?
Lake took a deep breath and looked at Carlos with some reluctance: "Have you ever thought about leaving some money for that guy? From what I heard, that person's living conditions don't seem to be very good."
It's not just bad, it's so sad that it makes people cry.
He lives in a cheap house under the subway, and his girlfriend is cheating on him. The saddest thing is that he knows about it, but he still chooses to remain indifferent.
Lake didn't know why Wesley made this choice, but Lake felt that if he were Wesley, since he was cuckolded first, he would take those two people with him to die even if he died.
The hatred for cuckolding is an endless hatred.
No room for negotiation.
Carlos shook his head. "He has his own life."
Lake was speechless.
Lake Wesley would feel sad to have such a father. He had the opportunity to become a rich second-generation, but he became what he is today because of his father.
It would be better if Carlos and Wesley were not Americans but Dongguo people.
At least if he was from the East, Lake could guarantee that Carlos would leave his son a huge sum of money that was not too big but not too small, enough for him to live on.
pity...
The differences between Eastern and Western education lead to differences in concepts.
Lake sighed and said, "Forget it. Anyway, there should be another two million reward to fight for later. What do you think?"
I originally thought that after this wave of operations, I could earn at least five million.
result...
In the first wave, he was too pretentious and killed Sloan before even asking for the password.
The second wave did not take into account the differences between Eastern and Western education, resulting in income that was far from what they had imagined, completely one in the sky and the other in the earth.
But the third wave should have a guaranteed income of at least two million.
fine.
At least it's not a wave of operations as fierce as a tiger, and then look at the result of 0.5.
Lake thought to himself, he couldn't let him work so hard and end up not having enough time for a chance to draw a lottery.
Carlos nodded.
They were all going to die anyway, and there was no difference between dying at the hands of others and dying at the hands of Lake. So, instead of dying in vain, it would be better to do a favor for Lake. At least, in Lake, Carlos saw the word "credibility".
only...
Carlos looked around at the many killers in the bar and said, "I'd like to give it to you. Can you beat them?"
Lake's lips curled up as he followed Carlos's gaze.
Catch the eye.
They had different skin colors, but all of them wanted to devour Lake's eyes.
Lake said softly, "You are a bunch of dogs. I will kill anyone who dares to rob me!"
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