The tiled clouds floated in the sky, and the huge shadows slowly moved along the rolling sand dunes. When the wind blew, the withered yellow nepenthes rolled against the ground covered with fine stones.

In front, a highway extends straight from the far end, and a car comes from far away.

Buzz!

The speeding wheels crushed the rolling nepenta, rushed directly to the next section of the road. The figure who drove lowered his sunglasses and looked at the dilapidated building next to the road in the distance. He lowered his speed and approached there. After stopping, the Mexican, the co-pilot, hurriedly got out of the car and took the oil gun to the gas tank.

The sign of the shabby gas station was swaying by the wind. The car door in the cab was opened, and the black leather shoes were splattering a layer of sand and dust. Wang Ruhu raised his hand and slapped the gravel that spread out, and walked to the convenience store of the gas station. As soon as he stepped inside, behind the counter next to him was a thin old man with messy hair and wearing a suspender denim. When he saw his figure bowing his head and entering the door, he subconsciously lowered his shoulders to touch the hunting rifle hidden under the stage, and looked at the other party with turbid eyes.

"What do you need? Oriental people."

There are not many things placed in rural gas stations, most of which are hardware and agricultural tools, such as chainsaws, seeds, and irrigation sprinklers, or hanging them on the wall for people to choose from.

"Two bottles of water." Wang Ruhu smelled the strong smell of motor oil in the store, picked up two large bottles of mineral water on the shelves, looked through some bread and snacks, and some of them had expired, or they were about to expire, so he took a box of chewing gum and went to check out the oil money together.

"My companion and I drove out of Chicago, running aimlessly, not knowing where we were."

He counted three large bills and put them on the table and pushed them over. The old man opposite looked at the push of the banknotes, looked at the oriental man in front of him carefully, and suddenly a smile appeared on his face.

"I've done a purposeless trip when I was young, it's exciting, but I can show you the way, sir."

The old man pressed his fingertips and moved his head to the front, turned his head to look at the road outside, "From down here, you'll reach Nevada. If you want to go to Mexico, I have a better way."

"Hmm?!" Wang Ruhu frowned and looked at the old man in front of him again.

"Don't look at me like that. I understand. I have seen many people like you on this road. Please wait." Before Wang Ruhu asked him, the old man buried himself, took out a map of Nevada from the counter drawer, took a pen, pulled out the cover, put on reading glasses, slowly marked the fastest route to Mexico on it, and then folded it and handed it over.

"I'm happy to help people like you, of course, it's for the sake of Mei Dao."

"...Ha." Wang Ruhu couldn't look at the other party laughed and cried, probably understanding that the old man thought he was the kind of person who went to Mexico to buy and sell drugs.

He simply asked someone about it.

"Ask you another person named Günter Wilterson, do you know where he appears?"

"Oh, I can't help you with this, sir." The old man seemed to have no idea. Even if he drew another bill, he shook his head and refused. "I can't tell you something I don't know, otherwise I will suffer a disaster."

At this time, the car outside was filled with oil. Seeing that the old man really didn't know, Wang Ruhu took the water and chewing gum and went straight out. Not long after getting in the car, Kema, who was sitting on the passenger seat, saw that he was looking through the map in his hand from time to time. He was clearly heading westward and carrying the poured water. He hesitated for a moment and couldn't help asking: "Sir, where are we going? It seems that the road is wrong."

“Las Vegas.”

"We are not going to Mo..."

The leather shoes suddenly stepped on the accelerator, and Wang Ruhu didn't answer. He pulled the gear lever when he accelerated, and staggered the truck that occasionally came towards him. On the straight and undulating desert highway, the car rolled up smoke and roared away with a buzzing sound.

...........

The casino Las Vegas is located in the desert and on the edge of the Gobi Desert. It is one of the four largest casinos in the world. In just ten years, it has become such an international city. Among the high-rise buildings, most of the tourists from all over the world are tourists from all over the world. The actual gambling money is only one-third, but the amount involved is extremely huge. It is an important economic pillar of the city.

The sunset dyed the west clouds red like a tide. The red glow shone on the tall buildings and reflected the shadows covering the people coming and going. On the long street where vehicles were passing by, a dusty car parked in a remote street near the suburbs.

When he opened the car door, Wang Ruhu clenched his fists, his arms, and his body shook slightly. The dust on his clothes and shoes splattered everywhere. Seeing that the Mexican man who was slapped the dust particles on his body with his hands opened his mouth and forgot his movements. When he realized that the other party had already walked forward, he hurriedly followed.

"Sir, what are we doing here? Do you want to go to the casino? But speaking of this, sir, I don't mind you going. I've seen too much in Mexico, and they can't let you win unless the equipment breaks down."

"No, there's something else."

Seeing a telephone booth on the side of the road, Wang Ruhu responded to him and said, "When I was waiting outside, a white young man in a denim suit was chatting with someone on the phone. When I saw an oriental man standing outside, despite his tall figure, he raised his middle finger provocatively and continued to talk about his phone.

Bang bang!

After waiting for almost ten minutes, Wang Ruhu knocked his fingertips on the glass. The young man turned his head and took a look again. He raised his middle finger as before. As soon as he turned around, Wang Ruhu outside suddenly opened the glass door, grabbed the back of the neck of the young man who was still on the phone, threw it out, fell heavily to the ground, and fainted.

I looked around and saw that no one noticed this street. I strided into the pavilion, and the words hanging under the landline were still 'Harrow?!' "Can you hear me?" In the voices, Wang Ruhu pressed the landline back, took the phone book, and quickly swept the names and addresses of the people on it.

"Sir, go quickly, police will be patrolling me later."

Kema dragged the unconscious white young man into the green belt weeds, not urging him. Fortunately, Wang Ruhu found the person he was looking for - Günter Wertson, and tore the page off, put it in his arms, pushed the door out, called the frightened Mexican man, and followed the address recorded above, hiding from the Las Vegas policeman patrolling the streets, and came to a thirty-story building apartment in the city.

Looking for the door number on the floor, I rang the doorbell for a while, but no one came out. However, the neighbor next to me, the beautiful black-haired woman in loose shorts yawned out with a bottle of wine, stretched lazily, revealing the nails on her navel.

‘Gu~~’

Kema stared at the half-milled "ball" under the T-shirt without blinking, and swallowed directly.

The woman didn't seem to mind the Mexican man. She took a sip of wine, smeared her rich eyeshadow and glanced at the tall oriental man behind her, and raised her finger.

"Hi, macho man, do you want some fun?" She tilted the bottle, and some wine flowed out of the bottle mouth, wet the thin fabric, showing a clear outline, and swayed at Wang Ruhu twice, shaking the eyes of people dazzled.

He probably understood what this woman did. Wang Ruhu tried to make himself look kind, pulled out two hundred US dollars, opened the woman's neckline, and stuffed the banknotes in, "Your neighbor heard that he was a retired boxer? Do you know where he is? I came from Chicago and wanted to compete with him."

The woman pressed the man's hand against her chest, leaned against the door frame, and looked at her neighbor with her head, lit a cigarette, and pointed in a direction.

"A fighting club, he is the boss and coach there, of course he will be there, well... he also frequents my business. He is very good, you have to be careful."

It seemed that he wanted to tease Wang Ruhu, so he looked up and down, took a leg and hooked the other person's calf: "If you are unsure, you can try it out for me, and I will make a fair judgment."

"Need not."

Wang Ruhu smiled, his legs were slightly shaken, and he bounced the woman's feet away, turned around and walked to the elevator. The woman snorted, turned her head in with a cigarette in her mouth, and touched the door. The Mexican man with nosebleed pointed to the door that was closed, looked at the figure waiting for the elevator, and stomped his feet in a hurry.

"It's a pity that I've given all the money... Sir, if you don't have that desire, it's better..."

Wang Ruhu's eyes turned cold, and Kema quickly closed her mouth and raised her hand awkwardly: "What I mean... I'm better to educate her well, what a good woman."

On this side, when the elevator came up, Wang Ruhu walked in silently. After going down to the first floor, as the Mexican man chattered, he first went to a place on Charleston Entertainment Street, found a bowling alley, picked a bowling ball, and the heavy bag swayed in his hands as he walked.
Chapter completed!