The Leslie Highway Motel is located on Highway 44 in Missouri. Taylor Belinda, the front desk clerk, rested her chin on one hand, looking sleepy.
It was eleven o'clock at night, almost the quietest time in the hotel.
The bell rang and the lobby door was suddenly pushed open, waking Taylor up. A young man and woman walked into the hotel. The man was dressed luxuriously and was very elegant. The woman looked young and looked like a high school student. She was pure and lovely with blonde hair.
"Bitch."
Taylor looked at the famous watch on the man's hand and the woman's somewhat shabby clothes, and cursed in her heart. She had been working as a hotel receptionist for more than five years, and she had seen many guests like this. If she didn't find five condoms in the trash can when she cleaned the room the next day, she would lose.
"May I ask, which state is this?"
Tessa Eagle asked somewhat embarrassedly. (The names of the father and daughter on the farm have been changed)
They were Broly and Tessa Yeager who transformed into Bruce Wayne. Unable to tell the direction in the sky, they got tragically lost.
"Huh?" Taylor Belinda looked at Tessa as if she was stupid. "Are you drunk? This is Missouri. If you drive another 20 kilometers, you will reach Mark Twain National Forest."
"I knew it! We're heading north!" Tessa Eagle held her forehead with a headache, "Excuse me, is there a compass and a map of the United States here?"
After getting the compass and map, Broly finally found the right direction and arrived in New York before midnight on his somersault cloud.
Even at midnight, the Big Apple is still a city that never sleeps with its bright lights and partying. Even from dozens of kilometers away, you can still clearly see the lights that almost illuminate half of the sky.
In a bustling city, the Somersault Cloud would be easily seen by witnesses, causing unnecessary trouble. Broly chose a dark neighborhood and pressed down the cloud.
Most of the street lamps had been destroyed by rocks and guns, leaving only a few emitting dim light. There were almost no people on the street, and the shops on both sides had already closed.
There was a strong smell of urine coming from the corner.
Tessa shrank behind Broly, and they apparently landed in a relatively chaotic neighborhood.
Property taxes in the United States are directly proportional to house prices, and property taxes are the source of funding for the U.S. police. There are sufficient police forces in wealthy communities, and if a homeless person enters the community, they will be driven away by the police who received the alarm within a few minutes. However, due to insufficient funding, the police in poor communities are simply not enough to maintain public order in their communities.
The area they chose had obviously deteriorated law and order to a point where it was not much better than Mexico.
"Those hooligans and gangsters are no match for the monsters."
Tessa followed Broly carefully, thinking back to the video of him in Mexico City, and felt a sense of security.
In such a chaotic neighborhood, taxis didn't dare to drive in. After walking for several hundred meters, I finally came across a restaurant that was open for business. The door of this restaurant was locked, with a small window open. Even this small window was sealed with a solid iron fence, leaving a small opening for customers to take food.
A black man dressed in hip-hop clothes and with dreadlocks was riding a shiny Harley motorcycle, waiting for his food order.
He noticed Broly and Tessa, and both of their eyes lit up. The black man stared at the hot Tessa, while Broly stared at the motorcycle.
"Hey, pretty boy, your girl is pretty good. I'll give you a favor with my laser gun. Take her back to have some fun with the brothers."
The black man pulled out a pistol and licked the barrel with a wicked smile. He didn't know why the white couple was still wandering around Hell's Kitchen so late at night, but he was going to give them a memory they would never forget.
Broly picked up a stone from the ground:
"Then I will give you a favor and let you die more painlessly."
As he spoke, he flicked the stone in his hand away.
“Bang!”
The black man's head exploded and blood splattered all over the ground.
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The restaurant owner let out a high-pitched scream that seemed to pierce the eardrums, pulled down a piece of iron plate and locked it, blocking the small window. After a few seconds, the flashing neon sign outside also dimmed.
Judging from her skillful speed, it was obviously not her first time.
Broly walked over and picked up the takeaway that had fallen on the ground. Inside the takeaway box was 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. Broly's elegant appearance and devil-like eating habits were too inconsistent.
"It tastes good, would you like some?"
Broly gnawed another chicken leg clean.
Tessa accidentally saw the skull fragments and white brain matter on the ground. She retched for a while, and finally managed to stop herself from vomiting. She quickly waved her hand to refuse.
Broly was eager to monopolize all the food. He finished all the takeaways for five people in just a few minutes. He then stripped off the clothes of the corpse on the ground and wiped off the brains and blood splattered on the motorcycle.
"Let's go."
He said as he got on his motorcycle.
"Would you feel free to eat that Nico? I will keep the secret for you. But don't eat good people anymore. Just eat these scumbags, okay?"
After mustering up her courage for a long time, Tessa lowered her voice and spoke.
"Huh?" Broly asked with a question mark on his face: "Why should I eat?"
The motorcycle roared, and after driving out of Hell's Kitchen, people finally appeared on the street. Broly stopped to ask for directions and finally found the hotel he had booked over the phone before leaving.
Because of Tessa, he did not choose the Continental Hotel directly, but chose the Four Seasons Hotel New York. This is one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in New York. The marble on the ground exudes a jade-like luster, and the towering lobby is as magnificent as a palace.
Matt bragged that he had stayed here for two months using company funds, so Broly wrote down the name of the hotel.
After giving my name, the lobby manager came over immediately.
"Welcome, Mr. Wayne, we have prepared everything for you."
Broly spent more than 30,000 US dollars to book a three-bedroom royal suite at the Continental Hotel. Three bedrooms, 250 square meters, more than 10,000 per night, for three days.
Tessa felt a little ashamed of herself in front of the lobby manager's impeccable service. She felt the T-shirt that cost more than ten dollars on her body was a little hot and she wanted to escape from the hotel.
"Why did you book such an expensive hotel?"
She asked quietly.
Broly was strong inside and was not at all dazzled by these luxurious appearances. He ordered the lobby manager and waiters in the hall around at will.
"Since your name is Bruce Wayne, you should stay in the best hotel. Besides, this place is not far from Midtown High School, so it will be convenient for me to take you to school tomorrow."
It's just a few tens of thousands of dollars. After registering in a mainland hotel, you can earn back multiple times by killing two people.