The deputy director of the second, third, fourth and fifth floors fell into a pool of blood, and the remaining deputy director of the sixth floor knelt there tremblingly, panicking.

"Now, I think we can continue." A calm gaze swept over the bodies of the four floors' deputy directors. Brooke lit a cigar, took a deep and enjoyable breath and slowly exhaled a smoke ring. Then he turned his gaze to the deputy directors' sixth floor's' floor and said, "Dear Peso, don't you mind telling me the situation in detail, right?"

"No...No..." Peso, who was kneeling on the ground, shivered and nodded quickly and said, "Boss, this is the thing..."

Telling Brooke everything he knew, Biso added tremblingly: "The leader of the Foreign Security Group 5 at the door said that they didn't see anything killing the members of the Foreign Security Team. Those hateful Chinese corrupt officials, damn Chinese, knelt on the square and kowtowed to the East as if they were crazy. A girl who knew Chinese told me that the Chinese people had the five words "The End of Corrupt Officials" engraved on their backs, "Oh, God, these damn Chinese people! I..."

"Bang!" The dull gunshot sounded, and a blood hole appeared on the forehead of Peso, who was kneeling on the ground and feeling a little out of control. He stared blankly at Brooke, who was smiling at him, but holding a silver pistol in his hand. After a few seconds, his body softened and he also fell into a pool of blood.

"The Chinese are hateful, but those corrupt officials are not annoying." After chuckling, Brooke threw the silver pistol in his hand to bodyguard Jack, and said, "Pull them into the Gobi and buried them. Oh, be smaller, don't scare other staff in the hotel."

The smiley look will never make people guess that he just shot and killed someone. Perhaps in Brooke's mind, the people who work in the hotel are just his slaves or dolls. Even the more advanced ones are just tools for him to make money, although he only has 20% of the shares of MGM Hotel...

Taking the male assistant in his forties out of the office, Brooke turned his head slightly to look at his think tank assistant and asked, "Jerry, what do you think about this?"

"No doubt, my boss." The male assistant stopped and bowed to Brooke with a very gentlemanly temperament: "This is done by the Chinese, but it will never be a Chinese agent."

"Oh?" Brooke looked at him in surprise after hearing Jerry's words of affirmation and said, "Please tell me what reason prompted you to make such a judgment?"

"Experience is experience, my boss." Jerry smiled and said, "Chinese agents don't have such courage. If they really did this time, it will only prove that the leaders of the Chinese government are crazy. They cannot imagine the reaction of the US government after this incident happened!"

"In other words, the murderer of this murder..." Brooke agreed with Jerry's judgment very much, but before he could finish his words, a burst of rapid footsteps came from the corner at the end of the corridor, interrupting Brooke's words.

Brooke smiled and turned his head, but saw a white man in his thirties in his black suit rushed out from the corner, looking very anxious.

Brooke saw this white man, and the white man naturally saw Brooke, and even the basic etiquette was thrown behind him. When he saw Brooke, he shouted: "Boss, something happened, Captain Charlie is dead!"

This time, the smile on Brooke's face finally showed a ripple. Without saying anything, he asked, "Where is it?"

"Just in the training room of the internal security team!" the white man replied quickly: "All the internal security team members are dead, exactly the same as the deaths of the external security team members at the door..."

"The training room of the inner security team!" Brooke's face changed drastically when he heard the white man's answer, and Jerry, who was standing beside him, also changed color. The two looked at each other and hurried towards the back garden.

Brooke has lost his usual demeanor and mood. The training room of the inner security team is his heart!

Ramirez is the supervisor of the MGM Hotel Interior Security Team. In fact, he has no power to manage the Interior Security Team. On weekdays, he only stays in his office and does what he likes to do. Then he receives a call from his boss Brooke and conveys it to Charlie on his behalf.

However, Ramirez is an indispensable existence in the MGM Hotel because he was an orphan adopted by Brooke since childhood. In order to show his loyalty, Ramirez also took the initiative to ask for surgery on his abdomen and installed a small remote-controlled bomb.

Therefore, Ramirez became the guardian of the MGM Hotel vault, guarding Brooke and the US government the huge wealth piled up in the vault like a hill. He was only responsible for Brooke.

Ramirez never wondered whether he would betray Brooke one day or do something to be sorry for Brooke, because he felt that he could be 100% loyal to Brooke, and there was absolutely no possibility of betrayal.

But now, Ramirez has changed his mind. In fact, he can betray him, although everything is under his unwillingness...

After coming from the hell that was gushing with magma, he found that his body was not under his control. Then, he watched him turn off the main gate of the vault fire protection system with his own hands, then found two barrels of gasoline from the arsenal of the internal security team, and then opened the vault with his own hands and poured the gasoline on the pile of US dollars that was three meters high...

Oh my God! Ramirez is almost crazy. He has no idea why he did such a thing. He swears that he has never betrayed Brooke! Of course, this refers to the non-betrayal in his soul.

"Ba da..." A lighter was turned on by Ramirez. Looking at the small tuft of flames, Ramirez walked step by step towards the US dollar that had been poured with gasoline. Every step, Ramirez seemed to be in hell and suffered torture. His mental torture made Ramirez unbearable.

What he thought most about now was that his adoptive father, Brooke, could discover his actions, then take out the remote control and press the explosion button, and fry him into meat paste!

But reality is reality, even if it is difficult for him to accept.

"Boom..." The flames of one person's height jumped up with a loud bang, and the treasury was filled with the scent of ink when the US dollar was burned. Oh my God, these are tens of billions of dollars!

Standing there blankly, looking at the increasingly burning fire, and looking at the flames that had gradually spread, Ramirez couldn't walk anymore. He knew that the result of staying was to be burned to death by the fire, but what about leaving? After leaving, he would still die, and the crazy Brooke would use bullets to make meat paste!

Sitting on the ground, he simply stared straight at the fire that swallowed up all the profits of MGM Hotel over the years. Ramirez didn't even notice that after he ignited the fire, he had regained control of his body...

"Since you can't take it away, let it all disappear!" Ye Yangcheng took a last look at the training room of the MGM Hotel's internal security team, and his heart was mixed with a lot of helplessness and a twisted sense of shame.

Ye Yangcheng was unable to retrieve the money stored in banks in various countries, and he could not bring back the mountains of US dollars in this vault.

Between the choices, Ye Yangcheng chose to give up. Since he couldn't get the money, then MGM Hotel would never use them to expand its business!

Ye Yangcheng didn’t know how many of the money in the vault were earned from Chinese corrupt officials, but Ye Yangcheng knew that the amount would never be small. He set fire to the vault, even if he got back some interest!

What's more, as the fire continued to spread, the amount of burned US dollars rose sharply, and the prompt from the Jiuxiao divine character in Ye Yangcheng's mind flashed like a quick look. One prompt appeared in an average of three seconds, ranging from three to four hundred merit points, and from seven to eight hundred merit points.

According to this trend, the fire that Ye Yangcheng forced Ramirez to set with a judgment can bring him at least 300,000 points of merit and mysterious points to heaven! Although he can't get the money, it is not too much of a loss to exchange this money for success in the Dexuan points.

Thinking of this, Ye Yangcheng no longer stayed. He shook his wings and quickly left the sky above the MGM Hotel with the two ultra-strengthening wasps.

Ye Yangcheng didn't know that his fire not only burned down all the savings of MGM Hotel over the years, but also forced MGM Hotel to a dead end. If it weren't for the fact that MGM Hotel had great use, the White House urgently allocated 3 billion US dollars to MGM Hotel to maintain its operation, MGM Hotel would have been in a slump and then went bankrupt...

After leaving the MGM Hotel, Ye Yangcheng did not embark on his journey back home directly, but appeared at the entrance of another hotel on Las Vegas Street. After hovering in the air for a moment, he led the two wasps into the air.

According to Dou Jiande's explanation in the Sumeru Illusion, although the number of Chinese corrupt officials hidden in this hotel is not as high as that in the MGM Hotel, it is also the second largest shelter in Las Vegas except the MGM Hotel. Ye Yangcheng has no reason to turn a blind eye to it, whether for the rich merits or the divine essence.

Moreover, after cleaning up this hotel, Ye Yangcheng wanted to do something that could cause an uproar around the world!
Chapter completed!