It’s actually a big pineapple! ! !
Within the ten-meter metal visual range, right at Zhang Jing's feet, a Citi Army squad machine gun was floating in the air with bullets.
It was obvious that the machine gun was not moving on its own and someone was tinkering with it.
This made Zhang Jing feel that the pores all over his body were opening. The power of the machine gun could easily pass through the concrete floor. If there was a madman below, he would be beaten to death on the bed from downstairs.
"Mai Maipai!" Zhang Jing cursed in his heart, making him sleepy.
Zhang Jing deliberately soiled the towel. He called the front desk and called for a waiter. He pointed at the dirty towel and asked, "I need to change the room."
The hotel did not embarrass him and was quite polite. He moved Zhang Jing to room 3418, which was two rooms away from where Big Pineapple was.
However, it was really embarrassing. After changing rooms this time, he saw a tongue nail moving regularly in the air in the room directly above, as if it was teasing something.
This makes someone so irritated that it would be better to live in the wild, out of sight and out of mind.
Because he had to stay in Las Vegas for a whole week, Zhang Jing had to be able to endure the loneliness and suffer for one night. Early the next morning, he set off early for Lake Mead, 40 kilometers away.
Lake Mead has a storage capacity of approximately 35 billion cubic meters and a shoreline of 885 kilometers. It is also one of the five most visited national parks in the United States, with more than 10 million annual visitors.
The ancestors of the Xu family described Lake Mead in several pages in their diary, including more than one piece of treasure hunting information.
One: In the 1950s, the legendary leader of the Gray Gang locked his life's accumulation, along with himself, in a safe and sank to the bottom of a lake.
2: In the 1960s, a group of robbers stole about 20 million meters worth of jewelry and suspected that it sank into Lake Mead.
Three: In the 1970s, the missing legendary millionaire Nandelson was suspected of sinking into Lake Mead.
It looks very messy and insecure, but in reality it is also very messy.
Las Vegas was founded because of the railroad and prospered because of the Hoover Dam. The development process was extraordinary, and the entire process was accompanied by violence and darkness.
Even in modern times, what Zhang Jing saw and heard was not only guns, but also the sound of police sirens that kept ringing intermittently throughout the night.
There is data to prove how chaotic the casinos are.
During a severe drought two years ago, the water level of Lake Mead dropped, and many corpses hidden at the bottom of the lake were discovered.
Many corpses, some new, some old, some were wrapped in barbed wire and sunk, some were sitting in oil drums, some were tied with stones, and most were just thrown away.
The bones found are only in shallow water, but there may be more in deep water.
In addition, there are various news about the fierce battle between the Gray Gang in the casino, causing a bloody storm, including the theory that the body was dumped at the bottom of the lake after the murder.
What’s interesting is that the people around them all know that what they drink is corpse soaking water, but what can be done?
Zhang Jing had just parked his car in the parking lot of the lakeside yacht park and was about to rent a boat. A young African-American man with a square face came over and looked at the little sea lion and said hello.
"Hello, your pet looks very special. Is it a fur seal?"
Looking at the young man, he is about 22 or 23 years old. He looks handsome, has thick lips and is relatively strong.
"Hello," Zhang Jing corrected politely, "It's a sea lion."
"There are eight of us renting a big yacht. Are you willing to join us?"
"I don't want to join you." Zhang Jing simply refused.
I thought the African-American man would just turn around and leave. Unexpectedly, the other man took out a few rice dollars from his pocket and handed them to Zhang Jing, "Are these enough?"
Zhang Jing felt like he was in trouble. Even if a woman liked him, why would a man be interested in him?
"Get out!" Zhang Jing stopped being polite and shouted: "chlte! lcklvestock!"
The man was so angry that Zhang Jing actually called him chocolate! Black beast!
Seeing that Zhang Jing was tall and tall and not easy to mess with, the African-American man cursed and left, as if he was going to bring in reinforcements.
Worry about being
After smashing the car, Zhang Jing changed the parking position, then rented a seven-meter fishing boat from the marina management office, and then headed to the depths of Lake Mead.
The temperature during the day was only 15 or 16 degrees, which was not suitable for playing in the water, so we drove for eight or nine kilometers without seeing any other cruise ships.
Zhang Jing stopped the boat at random, floated on the lake, brought a folding chair to the little sea lion and explained, "I'll throw it down and you pick it up."
The little sea lion's eyes are larger, like a bull's eye, slightly protruding, and it looks at its owner confusedly.
After half a year of training, you will know immediately whether you are a mule or a horse.
Zhang Jing threw the folding chair into the lake, waited for about two minutes, and released the little sea lion into the water.
About five minutes later, the little sea lion resurfaced without bringing anything with it. Just when Zhang Jing was disappointed, he didn't expect that the folding chair was hooked on its tail.
Then Zhang Jing threw his watch into the lake, and the little sea lion carried it up in his mouth.
Lake Mead is shaped like a clover. Zhang Jing drove the fishing boat to the deepest point in the middle and threw his watch into the lake again.
The little sea lion entered the water, and five minutes later - an accident happened!
When the little sea lion came out of the water, it didn't take the watch back. This frightened Zhang Jinghun. It could be a love token from Ding Jiaqi!
Then the little sea lion opened its mouth and spit out a handful of mud--jewels? ? ?
"Oh!" Zhang Jing was so excited that he picked up one of them and looked up and down, unable to understand.
"Good baby," Zhang Jing calmed down and took out a squid from the mithril space as a reward to the little sea lion. "Hurry and help daddy get the watch out, otherwise we will have to sleep on the floor from now on."
The little sea lion was very sensible and entered the water again. After a while, he retrieved the watch, which made Zhang Jingchang exhale.
At this time, Zhang Jingshen realized that the little sea lion was extraordinary. It deserved a name. Or should we call it - Cangdou?
Crock Bean has gray-black hair, looks like a steely body, and has a strong will to make money for his owner. He is fully worthy of this name.
Just when Zhang Jing was about to show off his skills, a drone flew overhead, forcing him to temporarily hunt for treasure.
After a while, a large yacht twenty or thirty meters long came from a distance.
Zhang Jing easily guessed that the helper called by the ghost just now was on the boat. Since there were no witnesses around and he was worried that the other party would bring out the big pineapple, Zhang Jing greased the soles of his feet and fled!
What needs to be explained is that some people have very fierce consciences, are brave and fierce, lick blood from the edge of a knife, and regard human life as nothing. Especially in gambling cities, I feel that people are impetuous and upright with guns on their backs, otherwise there would be no place in this lake. There are many dead bodies.
Thinking this in his mind, Zhang Jing drove the yacht back to the dock at high speed. There were people and cameras here, and it was a safe area.
Slowly walking into a small cafe, a sweet-looking girl said hello, "Good afternoon, sir, welcome."
It was a small cafe with only four tables and only two diners per table. Zhang Jing walked to the counter and said, "Good afternoon, give me a cup of hot chocolate, a plum biscuit, and two croissants."
"Wait a minute," the woman smiled slightly and quickly tapped the keyboard, "a total of 15 meters."
There is no need to tip if you pay in advance. Zhang Jing will give you 20 yuan and give you 5 yuan in change.
After waiting for about a minute, the three types of food were ready. Everything was premade and heated in a temporary microwave.
After sitting down by the window with their plates, a group of African Americans stormed into the cafe angrily.
Zhang Jing was not afraid of this situation at all. If a fight really broke out, he would dare to take out a pistol from his pocket and kill everyone.
Seeing that Zhang Jing didn't take him and his friends seriously at all, the African-American man in the lead glared fiercely, as if he was unconscious, "Do you know who I am?"
Zhang Jing asked lazily, "Where did you collapse?"
"Kenita!" The leading African-American young man shouted with an impressive expression, "My surname is Kenita!"
"Well?"
Zhang Jing then looked at the young man in front of him, about 23 or 24 years old, with double eyelids.
Sausage lips, round head, hair very short close to the scalp.
It turns out we are old acquaintances, and you still owe me money! ! !
