The golden lobby on the first floor of the Roche Hotel.
"Robert and Carter share a room."
Dean quickly arranged for his companions who smelled of alcohol.
"Noah and Liam."
"Last and Britney." Dean blinked at his good brother. The latter's originally intoxicated eyes instantly sobered up. His whole body was agitated. He looked at the bright and red Britney who was leaning on his shoulder. The little heart started beating loudly.
Are you open to your girlfriend?
"Then…"
Dean looked at Caroline, who was almost unconscious. Her eyes were closed, her warm hands tightly hugging her waist, but her long legs were twisting around as if she had ADHD.
"Caroline and I share a room."
Dean left several people's driver's licenses and bank cards at the front desk.
"The top floor, four rooms, we want to see the stars."
The hotel front desk repeatedly checked the age and appearance on the driver's license, and then glanced at the red-faced Caroline next to Dean.
I sighed in my heart, it was another scene of a scumbag coaxing an ignorant girl.
"Sorry, the top floor is only open to VIP customers."
"Then the nineteenth floor." Dean said casually, "19-1, 19-2, 19-3, 19-4, let's arrange it."
"Sir, please don't embarrass me. The hotel does not allow guests to specify room numbers. I can only try my best to make arrangements to satisfy you..."
The receptionist's words of rejection were suddenly interrupted. She calmly 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 moment, we will make arrangements for you immediately."
…
Everyone took the elevator to the nineteenth floor.
Dean was assigned a room and he stayed in 19-3.
"Boy, I loved and protected her like a daughter for five years to ensure that she would not be corrupted!" Robert's fat body leaned against the door of 19-2, his drunken face suddenly became solemn, "Don't look at her appearance. She is so beautiful, but she has never been a casual girl. If you take her in today, you must be responsible for her from now on 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 shiny round face was stunned.
Looking at Caroline lying limply on Dean, she gritted her teeth.
"Have a sweet dream!"
Throwing a blessing, the fat man pushed Kadi and slammed the door.
…
19-3．
Dean looked at it briefly and found that the ordinary standard rooms of the Roche Hotel were larger than those of ordinary hotels, more than fifty square meters, and almost eight meters long from the door to the balcony.
The walls are painted soft white. In addition to two single beds side by side, there is a bathroom and a balcony.
He closed the guest room door.
Put Caroline on the bed.
The girl lay quietly on her back, her skin glowing white under the light in the guest room, and her figure was curvy under the light coat, like a sleeping beauty.
But Dean could clearly see her blinking eyelashes and slightly trembling shoulders.
A layer of goosebumps appeared on her fair waist, like a little white sheep shivering in the cold wind.
"Huh... I finally checked into the 19th floor of the Rock Hotel in a reasonable and reasonable manner. Let's get down to business now."
In front of the beauty, Dean had no intention of admiring it, and his careless expression turned solemn.
"God's Perspective" is launched.
The field of vision soared upward instantly, passing over the three-meter-high ceiling, penetrating through thick steel bars, concrete and wooden floors——
Enter a brighter, more luxurious and resplendent place.
20-3 Presidential Suite.
The bright crystal lamps on the ceiling shine with dazzling light.
The living room was empty. A few steps down, in front of the leather sofa, the large color TV was playing the press conference held by the mayor of Las Vegas a few days ago - a report on the Lake Mead incident.
Sitting on the sofa was a young man wearing a black vest, with strong muscles on his arms and a gun holster under his arm.
James Lowe's personal bodyguard?
Dean closed his eyes and stepped back toward the door.
God's perspective moved accordingly, leaving the door of 20-3 and seeing the corridor.
Two bodyguards in black suits and sunglasses guarded the door, scanning the passing guests with alert eyes.
"With so many bodyguards, you must be so afraid of death."
To the left of the suite is the "Mrs. President's" bedroom with a dressing room and a large velvet bed. The next one is the President's bedroom with the same specifications.
On the right side of the living room is the entertainment room with chess, card and billiard tables.
A study room filled with bookshelves in the middle right.
On the lower right is the bathroom with a luxurious large bath.
There is a safety escape passage for the second elevator inside the suite, and a bodyguard is also guarding the entrance.
It is said to be a presidential suite, but it is actually no less than a heavily guarded small villa.
For most people, getting into a room requires facing a professional bodyguard and being searched and inspected.
Dean is an anomaly.
No matter how vigilant and keen the bodyguards are, they can never imagine that an assassin with malicious intentions is secretly observing their every move downstairs!
Every breath they took could not 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 thrill of hiding in the dark and controlling everything.
He searched.
The area of the 20-3 presidential suite is several times larger than that of the 19-3 downstairs. The "God's perspective" observation range is only five meters, so there are many blind spots.
Dean only had a brief glance at the room in the presidential suite at the door, and the place further away was in a blind spot and pitch black.
James Lowe was not found yet.
"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 next to her.
He put his arms around her waist.
He buried his face into the back of her neck and 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 to make further moves.
Dean took her left hand and began to play with her slender fingers.
Rub the fleshy tiger's mouth.
Pinch your fingertips.
It was as if her delicate little hands were regarded as toys.
The girl in front of me was so bored that she almost fell asleep.
Dean suddenly sat up from the bed, excitement flashing in his eyes.
upstairs.
A middle-aged man in a white nightgown walked into the living room from the study. He held a photo frame in his arms. His round face was so thin that he lost his shape, his hooked nose became larger, and his eyes were bloodshot, looking anxious and tired.
He spoke some obscure Italian to the bodyguard and took a bottle of red wine from him.
Holding the photo frame in his arms with his left hand, holding the wine bottle in his right hand, he walked barefoot to the balcony.
Silently, Dean jumped out of bed after him and moved forward slowly.
Upstairs and downstairs.
four meters distance.
James Lowe and Dean, just two puppets on a line, walked to the balcony at the same speed and pace.
The bodyguard was observing from a distance in the living room.
The evening breeze blows.
The sweltering heat of Las Vegas during the day gives way to the coolness of the night.
And strip avenue.
On the top floor of the Lowe's Hotel, leaning on the guardrail, you can see the prosperous city with colorful neon lights, and the high-rise buildings are like an undulating jungle made of cement.
There is a bit more dangerous beauty in the night.
"Bob...give me a little more time, and I swear, I will send them to accompany you at all costs."
James Luo leaned against the guardrail with drunken eyes, staring at his son's photo, took a swig of red wine, and threw the bottle in his hand off the balcony.
The bodyguard in the room rubbed his face and sighed, not noticing that a dark and hazy figure emerged from the balcony on the 19th floor, passing through the air like a gust of wind.
Rise, turn.
Floating down to the balcony on the twentieth floor, behind James, he stared at the man standing on the edge of the "cliff" with his deep and cold eyes.
"Do it!"
19-3.
Dean ordered.
Shadow burst out with an invisible force and pushed the man's back gently.
With a cry of surprise, James Lowe, half of his body resting on the guardrail, lost his balance and fell outside the guardrail.
Head down and feet up.
come down!
The wind howls!
Start a standard free fall from the height of the 20th floor of the Rockefeller Hotel.
Hysterical screams streaked across the night sky from top to bottom.
Countless hotel guests woke up from their sleep and went to the windows.
Caroline rubbed her eyes, came to the balcony, subconsciously wrapped her arms around Dean's waist, and rested her cheek against his back.
"What's the sound? Did you hear it?"
boom!
The ground trembled slightly.
On the marble floor, the billionaire turned into a red and white flower of flesh and blood.
Dean looked down at the panicked crowds in the hotel lobby, the corner of his mouth slightly raised.
"A meteor fell to the ground."
"It's so beautiful."
Dean turned around and picked up Caroline.
"Let's go to bed."
