"I hate everything here, I can't wait to get out of here!"

　　 In the hotel room, Mr. Simon's wife is complaining.

　　 She wanted to watch TV to spend some time, but what she didn't expect was that she had watched the TV in the hotel two days ago.

　　 After inquiring about the hotel’s front desk, she learned that Nagalil does not have its own TV station, and naturally it is impossible to have any real-time TV programs. The TV content in the hotel actually comes from video tapes.

These tapes will be changed once a week, but considering the cost issue, the content is actually not much. You can watch the new content in a day or two at most, and you have to repeat the programs you have watched in the rest of the time. .

It is said that there are some Nagalil people who have a little money and have nothing to do with foreigners. They come to the hotel to stay two days a week, just to watch these TV shows. This is becoming a reality. This is a new business popular in Nagalil.

　　 But these are a bit unsatisfactory for mothers and children from developed countries.

　　 She turned off the TV and brought a bottle of wine. She needed to relax. Just after she took a few sips, the young man who had been standing by the window suddenly walked towards the door of the room.

　　 "What are you going to do?" she asked.

　　 "I want to go out and relax, you won't stop me?" He looked at his mother, who swallowed what he wanted to say under his gaze.

　　 She shook her head, "Of course not, I mean... you can bring me some spirits when you come back."

　　 This is a good way of saying that it avoids her previous actions of shouting at her child.

　　 "Of course, I will."

When the young man walked out of the room, he wouldn’t be so stupid that he would really stay in the room for one night. He is the kind of person who can’t sit still. Today he is unlucky enough. He needs a little stimulation to stop all the unhappiness today. Here.

　　 At this time, the impulsive cadre in the lobby on the first floor was also in trouble. He was stopped by the hotel staff.

　　 "If you don't have a proper reason, we can't let you in, sir!"

　　 The hotel staff promptly stopped the impulsive cadres who were preparing to take the elevator. First, the staff in the lobby had not seen this local person here.

　　The high-end hotels in Nagalil actually have an unwritten rule that is not very well-written or made public, that is, they do not serve the local bottom of society, they only serve foreigners and local wealthy individuals.

　　 The cheap clothes worn by the impulsive cadres and the unmodified hair, sideburns, and beards make him look like he is not an upper-class person at all. Naturally, it is impossible for the hotel to let a lower class person disturb the rest of the distinguished guests.

　　 Secondly, now is a very sensitive time. Although the conflict between locals and foreigners has subsided, it is still in a relatively tense stage.

　　 Many foreigners have been received in the hotel. The hotel must ensure that the problem will not lie in this hotel, so any possible threats must be prevented.

　　 Two staff members stopped the impulsive cadres, and at the same time several security guards with rubber sticks in their hands stood not far away staring at him.

　　 This is the first trouble encountered by the impulsive cadre. The second trouble is that he only knows where the people he is looking for come from and what their names are, but don't know what they look like.

　　 This sounds a bit funny..., but it is his most real situation at this time, drinking and mistaking things.

In silence, the hotel staff and security guards got closer and closer to him. If he was unable to answer any valuable answers, these people would very politely "invite" this compatriot out, and possibly let him Can't continue to make trouble in the hotel for a short time.

　　 At this time, the bell from the elevator slightly attracted people's attention. People looked towards the elevator, and a well-dressed gentleman was walking out of the elevator.

　　 He also noticed what happened at the door, but he didn't care very much. He only cares about how much money he has to spend to find short-term happiness in this city. Maybe the hotel manager can provide him with some help?

Thinking of this, he changed his initial thoughts and walked towards the bar. It may be that his actions made the reaction of the impulsive cadres slightly keep up with the rhythm of the current situation. He said his purpose, "I'm here to find two people from …Ladies and gentlemen in this place, I have very important things to talk to them, and there are some things that I’m not comfortable talking to you."

　　 The young man who was getting the happy secret from the lobby manager was stunned. He felt that the other party was looking for him, so he looked curiously at the guy who seemed to be in something wrong.

　　 He doesn't know this person, and he doesn't have any friends in the local area. The only person who may have contact with him is the **** half-brother.

　　 The lobby manager who noticed the change in his expression immediately said, "Knock out irrelevant people. This is not a road, anyone can come!"

　　 However, the young man raised his hand in time to prevent the people in the hotel from driving the impulsive cadres out. Instead, he walked a little closer and said, "I don't know you!"

　　 He did not know this person. He said that was just a kind of curiosity. He didn't think that a local native could hurt himself under the protection of these staff and strong security guards, so he wanted to solve his doubts.

That is to say, let the impulsive cadre know that the guy in front of him is the person looking for him, but he cannot be completely sure that killing an irrelevant person will arouse the real party’s alertness, in order to verify that the person in front of him is What he wanted to find, he also replied, "I am here for those inheritances."

　　Although alcohol makes him excited and distracts him, at this moment, he has entered a state that he doesn't know how to describe. The fastest full text of 噺⒏⑴祌 んττρs:/м.χ八㈠zщ.còм/

　　 His attention was focused unprecedentedly, and the entire world seemed to be only the facial expressions of young people, and every subtle expression change was magnified countless times.

　　 When he saw the surprise, confusion, and anger on the other's face, he knew that this was the person he was looking for.

　　 He thought that the other party would talk to himself, but he did not expect that the lawyer who almost collided with him not long ago played a role at this time.

　　 To be precise, it was the lawyer's words that worked at this time. The young man immediately took a step back. This step prompted the impulsive cadre to draw the gun.

Without hesitation, he drew his gun, aimed, and shot, all in one go. A blood flower appeared on the young man's body. The hotel staff were also shocked. They all pounced on the impulsive cadres, and two others pounced on the young man. .

The pistol raised due to recoil made the impulsive cadres see the flying shells and the bullets that were reloaded into the barrel. When the second shot was fired, he realized that he was too impatient, and he turned the muzzle and aimed at those who were coming Ren, after taking a few glances at the young man who fell on the ground, he quickly left.

Now he can only hope that the first shot hit the young man’s vitals and brought him enough injuries to his death. He also hated the pace of his shooting so fast that the second shot went straight away. , Did not achieve the purpose he wanted.

　　 The shooting cases that occurred in the hotel were sorted into materials as quickly as possible and reported to Governor Drago and Lynch.

　　 Compared with Governor Drago’s calm "get it", Lynch looked at it seriously.

　　 Since the old king showed noble "patriotism" at the meeting, the attitude of Governor Drago has undergone some subtle and subtle changes.

　　 Lynch actually saw it, but he didn't say that Governor Drago needed to overcome it himself.

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　　 "Are you dead?" He turned the two thin pages in his hand, looked back and forth, and threw it on a side table.

　　 A small salon is being held in the room. Some people who have only arrived here in the past few days gathered together to chat with Lynch about investing here.

　　 Lynch needs to point them in some direction. Doing so may seem a bit of helping others get rich, but this is also good for Lynch in itself.

The first advantage is that he can buy shares in some businesses. As long as his partners are not fools, these shares will eventually form a huge network that controls the business structure of the entire society until many, many years later ~lightnovelpub.net~ or even forever Under his control.

Secondly, only when people continue to make money in Nagalil will more people invest here. More people invest, which means that the market here will prosper faster. Lynch’s infrastructure Such projects can also enter a long profit period faster.

　　 So he helps others find the direction to make a fortune, in fact, it is also equivalent to helping himself to establish profitable channels faster.

　　 The chief of police shook his head, "No, only one person was injured and his shoulder was hit. We think the weapon used by the killer may be the batch that was lost by the police during the turmoil."

　　 Lynch nodded noncommitantly, "Then what is the purpose of the shooting? Why would anyone risk such a big risk to shoot a foreigner in a hotel?"

He naturally uses the term "foreigner", which makes people naturally think that he is also "his own." In fact, whether it is Lynch or the previous foreigners such as Mr. Simon, they are all trying to make The locals accept them.

　　 It’s just that, compared to Mr. Simon, who married one or a few local women and gave birth to a few mixed children, Lynch’s method of recognition is a bit smarter. He is seeking psychological recognition.

　　 "We investigated, it may be related to an inheritance dispute, and the owner of the estate is still your friend, his name is Simon, maybe you still remember."

　　 "Simon?"

　　 Lynch was a little surprised, "Of course, those are my very best friends!"

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