Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 39 39. It's So Beautiful

On the first floor of the Rock Hotel, the golden lobby.

"Robert and Katie share a room."

Dean quickly arranged for his companions who smelled of alcohol.

"Noah and Liam."

"Rast and Britney." Dean blinked at his good brother, and the latter's eyes that were originally intoxicated instantly came to his senses, and his whole body shivered, looking at the flushed, bright and charming Britney leaning on his shoulder, The little heart started beating thumpingly.

This is for a girlfriend, open up?
"Then…"

Dean looked at Caroline, who was almost unconscious, with her eyes closed, her warm hands tightly wrapped around her waist, but her long legs twisted back and forth as if suffering from ADHD.

"I have a room with Caroline."

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

"The top floor, four rooms, we want to see the stars."

The front desk of the hotel repeatedly confirmed the age and appearance on the driver's license, and then glanced at Caroline, who was flushing beside Dean.

Sighing in my heart, it was another scene of a scumbag coaxing an ignorant girl.

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

“那就十九层。”迪安随意地说，“19-1、19-2、19-3、19-4，安排一下。”

"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 reception lady's words of refusal were suddenly interrupted. She quietly reached out to take the five knives between Dean's fingers, put her backhand into her sleeve, smiled sweetly, and swiped her card neatly.

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

……

Everyone took the elevator up to the nineteenth floor.

Dean assigns room and he lives 19-3.

"Boy, I love and protect her like a daughter for five full years to ensure that she will not be corrupted!" Robert's obese body leaned against the door of 19-2, his drunken face suddenly became serious, "Don't look at her She is so pretty, but she has never been a casual girl. You take her in today, and you must be responsible to her after that, and write some good songs for her!"

"Otherwise, I can't spare you!"

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

Robert's oily round face froze.

Looking at Caroline, who was limp on Dean's body, she gritted her teeth in confusion.

"Have a good dream!"

After leaving a word of blessing, the fat man pushed Kadi and closed the door heavily.

……

19-3.

Dean took a closer look, and the standard room of the Rock Hotel is also larger than the average hotel, more than 50 square meters, and about eight meters long from the door to the balcony.

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

He closes the guest room door.

Put Caroline to bed.

The girl was lying quietly on her back, her skin glowing white under the light in the guest room, and her figure was uneven under the light coat, like a sleeping beauty.

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

A layer of goose bumps appeared on her fair waist, like a little white sheep shivering in the cold wind.

"Huh... Finally, it is reasonable to stay on the nineteenth floor of the Rock Hotel, and now we are going to get down to business."

In front of the beauty, Dean didn't care to appreciate it, and his casual expression became serious.

"God's View" starts.

The field of vision instantly soared upwards, over the three-meter-high ceiling, through thick steel bars, concrete and wooden floors——

Enter a brighter, luxurious, resplendent place.

20-3 Presidential Suite.

Bright crystal chandeliers on the ceiling cast dazzling light.

The living room was empty, a few steps down, in front of the leather sofa, the big color TV was playing the press conference held by the mayor of Las Vegas a few days ago - the report on the Lake Mead incident.

Sitting on the sofa was a young man in a black vest, with muscular arms and a gun holster under his arm.

James Lowe's bodyguard?
Dean closed his eyes and stepped back towards the door.

The God's perspective moved accordingly, leaving the gate of 20-3 and seeing the corridor.

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

"With so many bodyguards, how afraid of death must be."

On the left side of the suite is the "Mrs. President" bedroom with a cloakroom and a velvet bed, and the adjacent one is the presidential bedroom of the same specification.

On the right side of the living room is an entertainment room with chess and billiard tables.

A study room full of bookshelves in the middle right.

On the lower right is the bathroom with a luxurious large bath.

There is a safe escape passage for the second elevator inside the suite, and a bodyguard is also guarding the passageway.

It is said to be a presidential suite, but it is no less than a heavily guarded small villa.

For most people, if they want to enter the room, they must face professional bodyguards, undergo body searches and inspections.

Dean is an anomaly.

No matter how vigilant and sharp the bodyguards were, they could never imagine that the assassins with malicious intentions were secretly observing their every move downstairs!
Every breath they took couldn't escape Dean's perception.

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

Dean suddenly felt the excitement of hiding in the dark and controlling everything.

He searched.

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

In the room in the presidential suite, Dean only glanced at the door, and the further place was in the blind spot of vision, and it was pitch black.

No sign of James Lowe was found for the time being.

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

The night is still long.

Dean lurked patiently.

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

He put his arms around her waist.

Burying his face into the back of her neck, he took a deep breath.

coming!

Caroline's head became dizzy, and her cheeks were as red as apples.

Anxiety and anticipation.

But she didn't wait for the other party's further action.

Dean took her left hand and began to play with her long fingers.

Knead the fleshy tiger's mouth.

Squeeze your fingertips.

It seems that her delicate little hands are used as toys.

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 flashed with excitement.

upstairs.

A middle-aged man in a white nightgown walked into the living room from the study room. He held a photo frame in his arms. His round face was out of shape, his aquiline nose was getting bigger and bigger, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked anxious and tired.

He said a few words in obscure Italian to the bodyguard, and took a bottle of red wine from the other party.

Holding the photo frame in his arms with his left hand, holding the wine bottle in his right hand, he walked to the balcony barefoot.

Silently, Dean jumped off the bed following him and walked slowly.

Upstairs and downstairs.

Four meters away.

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

The bodyguard watched from a distance in the living room.

The evening wind blows.

The sweltering heat of the day in Las Vegas is replaced by the coolness of the night.

And Strip Avenue.

On the top floor of Rockwell Hotel, leaning against the guardrail, you can see the bustling city with colorful neon lights, and the high-rise buildings are like a rolling jungle made of concrete.

There is a bit more dangerous beauty in the night.

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

Leaning on the guardrail drunkenly, staring at the photo of his son, James Low took a sip of red wine and threw the bottle down the balcony.

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

Rising, turning.

Floating to the balcony on the [-]th floor, behind James, he stared at the man standing on the edge of the "cliff" with deep and cold eyes.

"Go!"

19-3.

Dean ordered.

Shadow erupted with an invisible force, and pushed the man's back gently.

With a cry of exclamation, James Lowe, who had half of his body on the guardrail, lost his balance and fell outside the guardrail.

Head to foot.

come down!

Howling wind!

Start the standard free fall from the height of the [-]th floor of the Rock Hotel.

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

Countless hotel guests were awakened from their sleep and walked to the windows.

Caroline rubbed her eyes, came to the balcony, subconsciously put her arms around Dean's waist, and leaned her cheek against his back.

"What sound, did you hear it?"

boom!
The ground trembled slightly.

On the marble floor, the billionaire turned into a bloody red and white flower of flesh.

Dean overlooked the panicked crowd in the hotel lobby, the corners of his mouth slightly raised,

"A meteor fell to the ground."

"It's beautiful."

Dean turned around and hugged Caroline,
"Go, go to sleep."

(End of this chapter)