Strip Avenue, outside the balcony of the splendid suite on the twentieth floor of the Rockefeller Hotel.
The man wrapped in white pajamas was lying on the side of the guardrail blowing the cool morning breeze.
"Boss, we have found out, thirty-five lives were lost, and there are more injured."
An Italian man wearing a peaked cap appeared respectfully behind him.
"Not enough." The man shook the blood-red wine in his glass and said in a calm tone, "My son likes lively parties and baseball games. If only thirty-five people go to accompany him, he will be lonely."
"Something changed midway. The three guys didn't commit suicide by shooting themselves. Someone solved them and interrupted the operation in advance."
"who?"
The man's voice suddenly became high-pitched and harsh,
"I found out that there were seven guys who were not afraid of death, but six of them were too seriously injured and died, and one was still alive."
A trace of absurdity flashed across James Lowe's face, a crazy cold light filled his eyes, and he smashed the wine glass on the balcony with a bang.
"Get rid of this little mouse first."
…
Hospital ward.
The slim-looking Good Morning band came to pick up Dean.
"I have good taste, right? You look very classy!"
Caroline looked at the man in front of her who had put on a brand new gray sportswear and white sneakers. She nodded with satisfaction and reached out to touch the soft and elastic fabric.
"impossible is nothing."
Dean read the slogan on his sleeve and tried twisting his ankles, wrists, and neck.
They fit better and are more comfortable than the old clothes, and they feel much fresher and neater.
"I like it very much. How much did it cost?"
"Man, talking about money hurts feelings." Kadi put his arm around his shoulders and said affectionately, "This is a gift from the band to you. Of course, our greatest gratitude is our friendship, which is more sincere than diamonds. From now on Finally, if we can drive a Ferrari, we will never let you drive a Chevrolet."
"Speaking of which, I didn't notice it before. Now that you wear these sweatpants, your butt is as perky as the girls on the cheerleading team. You also have wide shoulders and a slim waist. You can be a model no matter how tall you are. It's you who used to Did you get it from riding a bicycle for two hours a day?"
Liam rubbed his chin with admiration on his face. Dean felt a chill and looked into Liam's jeans from a God's perspective.
Good guy.
Actually put it in neutral.
Isn't it really a two-way plug?
"Go away!" Noah opened his hands to block Dean. "Don't touch my brother. If you have any ill intentions, come at me! He saved my life. I am willing to trade my life to seal you, a human monster." !”
"Pooh!"
"Everyone, it's time to go. If you continue to stay in the hospital, my whole body will become rusty."
Dean packed his bags and poured into the hallway.
He was hospitalized for a week. Thanks to Iron Man's strong recovery power, the stitches on his lower abdominal wound were removed yesterday.
But other injured people are not so lucky. Through the glass windows of the ward doors on both sides of the corridor, you can still see many patients covered with bandages, wearing plasters, receiving fluids, and even unconscious patients.
"Oh, Franco is so unlucky."
Rust looked at a boy who was on a ventilator. His face was pale. He had not eaten for so long that he was so thin that his cheekbones were high and his eye sockets were sunken.
"I heard that his spine was injured by a bullet and he will probably have to lie in bed for the rest of his life."
A fat woman with gray hair was guarding his bedside. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were swollen. She must be his mother.
Everyone looks intolerable. He is paralyzed at a young age. What kind of dark life will he face in the future? And how much pain and torture will his mother endure?
"If it were me, I would rather die than be a burden or a vegetable." Noah muttered in a low voice.
“Not only Franco, Lydia, and Thompson...the injuries will leave sequelae after they recover.
The atmosphere became gloomy, and Caroline unconsciously held the hand next to her, as if looking for a sense of security.
Dean Ben held his little hand, then let go, and suddenly stopped walking.
“With so many people injured, who is going to compensate them except the Nevada State High School that organized the event?”
He has always been curious about the increasing number of school shootings in the United States. Where do victims get compensation?
The shooter is dead.
"Neither the gun manufacturers, the Lake Mead Scenic Area, nor the LVPD can escape responsibility."
Last said,
"Don't worry, Las Vegas is a wealthy city. In order to save face, the compensation will not be small. By the way, didn't the new principal, Ms. Lanzi, come to you to discuss compensation the day before yesterday?"
"Two thousand dollars have been deposited into the bank account."
Dean's savings reached a record-breaking $2,400.
After a week of worry-free exercise in the hospital, you can still make money. Don't be too happy.
It’s worth mentioning that during this week of recuperation, I couldn’t practice shooting or fighting. I could only get familiar with the “God’s Perspective” function crazily and summon the shadows of the past.
Shadow of the Past is raised to lv0 (6/100)
"I'll find a place later. Everyone can eat as much as they want to get rid of bad luck. I'll treat you!"
Dean patted his chest proudly.
…
"Hey Dean, are you leaving now?"
A Hei Nian, who was leaning against the corridor wall and wearing a hospital gown, shouted, and suddenly the air boiled like boiling water.
The doors of several nearby wards were open, revealing green faces.
The expression is complex.
But there is no longer the disdain and contempt for Chinese Americans in the past.
“Sorry…”
The Asian girl who once disliked Dean for being a country bumpkin blushed in shame.
Dean nodded and walked through the ward. Wherever he looked, everyone lowered their heads.
His eyes were filled with gratitude, fear, and shame.
White people, unruly black people, and Asians are no exception.
"Dean-kun, please stay! I owe you a life! I am willing to apologize for my previous naivety, stupidity, and offense!"
The Japanese man who had been baptized by canned herrings came to Dean with a bandaged head and made a move that shocked everyone——
Kneel on the ground with your knees together, put your hands forward on the ground in a splay shape, lean forward, and touch your forehead to the ground.
He sat down in front of everyone.
"Please forgive me."
He raised his head with flushed cheeks and his tone was filled with guilt.
"I swear that I will never be provoked by others to offend you again. I will repay your life-saving grace!"
Dean said nothing and walked past him.
I believe that a small life's apology is worse than listening to a dog barking a few times.
"Brother, wait for me." The black man who spoke first, Wazel, stood in front of him, stretched out his right hand and fist bumped Dean, laughed, and made a series of exaggerated and funny expressions on his dark face.
"Are you going out for a dinner? How about you take me with you? I'll hang out with you from now on!"
Dean shook his head and walked away.
"Hey, our baseball team has apologized. Didn't we have a good conversation two days ago? Why have we turned against each other?"
The black people shouted involuntarily from behind, but there was no response.
"What do you have to talk about with the baseball team?" Rust asked,
"secret."
The group of people walked through the corridor and arrived at the entrance of the hospital.
A blond woman in a women's suit trotted over holding a microphone.
The platinum V-neck underwear swayed in the suit, causing waves to surge for a moment, and several men were stunned.
Dean was no exception and took a second look.
Blonde waves.
There was a strong but not unpleasant smell of perfume all over her body.
"Dean Lue? I'm Catherine Medici, a reporter for the Vegas morning news station. I heard about your heroic act. It's amazing!"
Catherine gasped, showing a very vivid expression of admiration, and femininely pushed a strand of blond hair behind her ear.
Intentionally or unintentionally, he showed off his slender neck, his fair and rosy profile, and his V-shape like the abyss.
Gorgeous and sexy.
"Do you have time? Can you accept my exclusive interview? Don't worry, we won't treat a hero badly. The reward will be generous."
The woman pursed her plump red lips,
"Sorry, do you think all Chinese Americans look the same? The Dean you are looking for is still lying in the ward."
Dean ignored the crazy hints behind him, left the astonished female reporter behind, passed over the armed police security guards on both sides, and left the hospital.
It was already evening, and the fiery red glow on the horizon was brilliant.
A group of "long guns and short guns" camera crews were blocked from the hospital gate by the COP gate. When they saw a few people walking out of the gate, they immediately waved wildly.
"Dean, you had such a good opportunity just now, why didn't you agree to her? You can not only earn fame by appearing on TV, promote our songs, but also get money. You kill two birds with one stone. Maybe you can even date her." Kadi said excitedly, "She can It’s so cool, it looks like it’s not wearing anything, it looks easy to use!”
"Uh, Caroline, do you want to shoot me with your eyes? I'm just kidding. Besides, how could Dean be interested in that thirty-year-old woman?"
…
The crowd met with the band's manager, Robert Wilson, who was standing by the parking lot.
"Robert, drive quickly!" Liam urged,
"Where to drive?" the fat man asked with a smile.
“Strip’s Sichuan restaurant.”
"The one opposite the Lowe's Hotel?"
"Yes." Dean leaned back on the sofa and tapped his knees lightly with his fingers.
My mind flashed back to the news I heard from Bob’s good follower Wasser and other baseball players during the week I was hospitalized, and the news I overheard from God’s perspective.
"Boss Bob has taken us to the Lowe's Hotel several times. Not to mention how grand it was."
“Among them, the most luxuriously decorated and top-notch luxury is the 20-3 Presidential Suite on the top floor of the hotel. It is the exclusive suite of James Lowe, Bob’s father. On weekdays, whenever he stays in Vegas to work, he always lives in the suite. .”
"I was lucky enough to sneak in with Bob and take a look. Tsk tsk... the king's bedroom is nothing more than that."
Lowe's Hotel 20-3.
wait for me.
