Chen Shihao did not go to his presidential suite, but followed everyone to the first floor of the restaurant and came to the suite where Qin Feng lived. This room was where he originally lived.
Seeing that Qin Feng threw down his backpack and really planned to go out for a stroll, Chen Shihao said: "Brother Wu, I'll let Akun follow you. He has also been to Las Vegas several times."
Although as a world-famous tourist city, the security in Las Vegas has always been very good, but during the Gambling King Contest, anything can happen.
"Brother Hao, it's okay. A Kun is following me, but it's a bit irritating. I'd better go out by myself."
Qin Feng shook his head. He had heard Chen Shihao say before that a force like them that could win the title of gambling king would be noticed by many people as soon as they entered the hotel.
"No, those old foxes in Las Vegas have probably been targeting us for a long time. It's too dangerous for you to go out alone."
Chen Shihao didn't agree with anything. Qin Feng was the key to whether he could win the title of Gambling King this time, and no mistakes were allowed.
"Brother Hao, when foreigners look at us Asians, we all look the same. I just need to change the shape of our faces a little."
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, just like it is difficult for Chinese people to distinguish foreigners at a glance. Those foreigners also look at Chinese people the same way. Chen Shihao has more than ten people on this trip. Even if they compare photos, they will probably have to spend a lot of time.
A lot of twists and turns.
"That's true of what you said, but you still have to be careful."
Chen Shihao was also laughed at by Qin Feng. If you think about it carefully, Qin Feng is not a scholar who has no power to restrain a chicken. The four miserable corpses that died more than a month ago seem to be still in front of him.
"I understand..." Qin Feng nodded and said, "Brother Hao, during this period, I will try to minimize my activities with you."
When Chen Shihao heard Qin Feng's words, he thought that Qin Feng was thinking of the role of Qi Bing and taking action during the main game of the Gambling King Competition. However, Qin Feng's real intention was to find out the secrets hidden in this city.
The man in the killer's door.
Going to the luxuriously decorated bathroom, Qin Feng used glue to make the shape of the corners of his eyes more elongated. The outline of his entire face suddenly changed. When he came out, Chen Shihao was shocked.
Qin Feng didn't take anything, he stuffed his wallet containing several thousand dollars into the pocket behind his butt, and calmly took the hotel elevator to the lobby.
Unlike the Odao Hotel where almost all the Asian faces are visible, in the MGM Grand Hotel, there are very few Asians, and all you can see are Europeans and Americans with high nose bridges and blue eyes.
There are also some Arabs wearing white robes and headscarves, and even many black people. Before the turn of the millennium, the domestic tourist army had not traveled all over the world like later generations.
Qin Feng took a free bottle of mineral water from the cart of a passing waiter and walked out of the hotel, blending into the bustling crowd.
"This is a bit of a foreign country."
Qin Feng seems to be very adaptable to the languages from various countries that are filling his ears. Although he has not gone to school for a few days, Qin Feng is proficient in English, French and Arabic languages. In addition, he is no stranger to Japanese.
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"Bring me some newspapers..."
Walking to a newspaper on the street, Qin Feng threw down a few dollars, picked out a few newspapers, and then sat down in a square on the Las Vegas Strip.
Although the Las Vegas Strip is expensive, its public facilities have not been reduced at all. There are grass fountains in the huge square and pigeons that are not afraid of people, attracting many tourists to stop and play here.
"Entertainment, current news, financial information·recruitment?"
Qin Feng flipped through the newspaper in his hand, and his interests were different from those of others. He didn't even look at the entertainment or sports news on the front page, but his eyes kept staring at the most inconspicuous gaps in each newspaper.
"No? Nothing at all?"
After reading for more than two hours, Qin Feng could not find any useful information from the New York Times to the Wall Street Journal to the Los Angeles Times and the Washington Post.
"Does the killer organization have more advanced and secretive contact methods abroad?"
Sitting next to the fountain, Qin Feng frowned slightly. Although he was familiar with the low-level sects in China, his eyesight was really dark when he went abroad.
"Let's ask Brother Hao later to see if he has a way to do this." Qin Feng put away the newspapers and when he walked to the trash can, he stuffed a stack of newspapers in.
In Las Vegas, both men and women can find something they are interested in. In addition to casinos, striptease and large-scale song and dance performances are undoubtedly attracting tourists from all over the world.
After watching several world-renowned free song and dance performances, it was already seven or eight o'clock in the evening. Qin Feng took the room card to the restaurant of the MGM Hotel and enjoyed an authentic Western meal.
"Hey, brother, if you don't want anyone to follow you, just bring your phone with you."
When Qin Feng finished his dinner and was thinking about going out for a walk, he was blocked by Chen Shihao as soon as he left the restaurant. There was no news from Qin Feng all afternoon, and he was so anxious that he almost became an ant on a hot pot.
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"Brother, please take this phone. There are several numbers on it, mine and Henry's."
Pulling Qin Feng to a corner, Chen Shihao handed him a mobile phone, which Chen Shihao had previously arranged for in Las Vegas to facilitate communication between them.
"Okay, Brother Hao, I will call you if I encounter trouble."
Qin Feng glanced left and right, lowered his voice and asked: "Brother Hao, the headquarters of the killer organization is in the United States. Do you know how to contact them?"
The killer sect has changed the way of contacting employers, and Qin Feng feels a little bit blind. None of the domestic methods apply here.
"You want to find them?"
Chen Shihao's eyes narrowed when he heard this, and he said: "Qin Feng, I know you want to find your sister, but this is the home of the killer organization, so don't get yourself burned..."
The reason why Chen Shihao sent out ten or twenty gunmen and took more than ten bodyguards with him this time is actually related to the death of the four killers on Ao Island more than a month ago. After all, those four Vietnamese were the ones who died.
On his territory.
Therefore, Chen Shihao disagreed with Qin Feng's idea of contacting the killer organization. He did not want to let the matter of participating in the Gambling King Competition get into trouble again.
"Brother Hao, 90% of the reason why I came to the United States is because of my sister."
Qin Feng looked at Chen Shihao and said word by word: "I will do what I promised you, but if Brother Hao knows about the killer organization, I hope he can tell me..."
"Okay, but I don't know much..."
Although the shape of his eyes has changed, Chen Shihao can still see a hint of determination and coldness in Qin Feng's eyes, and he can't help but sigh, because he knows that if he doesn't say anything, he will really cause harm to his relationship with Qin Feng.
There's a gap.
"The Internet is relatively developed abroad. As far as I know, killer organizations publish tasks and contact employers in China, and most of them use the Internet and email..."
Having said this, Chen Shihao smiled bitterly and continued: "Brother, you also know that I don't know anything about computers. How do I know how to use that mailbox?"
Chen Shihao is an old-school person. Even if he has the most advanced mobile phone in the world, he can only answer and make phone calls at best. He can't even send text messages, and he doesn't understand what the Internet is.
"Publishing tasks on the Internet? That's a good idea." After hearing Chen Shihao's words, Qin Feng couldn't help but frowned for a moment.
Li Ran did have a computer in his dormitory at Beijing University, but with the current domestic Internet speed, accessing the Internet was like a snail's pace. He couldn't log in to the webpage for half a day, and Qin Feng rarely used it.
Therefore, although Qin Feng is proficient in various fields, he is really a layman when it comes to computers. He can only browse the web and find out the killer organization, which is probably impossible.
"Brother, if you want to know some news, the bar is the best place.
Seeing Qin Feng's frown, Chen Shihao couldn't help but said: "If your English is good, you can go to the hotel or a nearby bar and maybe you can ask some questions."
"There's not much hope. Killer Gate releases missions and they never face each other face to face."
Qin Feng shook his head, thought for a moment and said: "It's nothing, anyway, I'll just go and see it. I heard that there are striptease performances in bars in Las Vegas..."
Qin Feng has lived to this day. Although he is still a boy and has retained his vitality, he does not reject foreign culture. Compared with Master Zai, he was a man who visited the eight major alleys in his teens, and often talked about women in front of Qin Feng.
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"Okay, brother, that's right. Relax, there's no need to be so nervous."
Chen Shihao smiled and patted Qin Feng on the shoulder. He originally wanted to accompany Qin Feng, but seeing that Qin Feng didn't have that intention, he pointed out the location of the bar and left.
As the saying goes, where there is demand, there is supply. As the largest entertainment capital in the world, the entire state of Nevada sells.
Prostitution is legal.
Where there is gambling, the porn industry has always been extremely developed. There are striptease performances in the bars of major hotels in Las Vegas.
If you want to go further, you can see blond and blue-eyed foreign women doing business everywhere on the roadside. The two balls of flesh on their chests can make many men get lost.
Qin Feng didn't want to sacrifice the near to save the far. He followed Chen Shihao's instructions and came to the bar on the second floor of the hotel. As soon as he entered, his ears were filled with deafening rock music.
In the middle of the bar is a circular stage. A tall stripper is performing hard on the stage, constantly making various provocative moves around the steel pipe on the stage.
When Qin Feng came in, the performance was reaching its climax. As the fig leaf on his chest fell to the ground, two balls of flesh bombs were completely displayed in front of the audience, which immediately caused a burst of cheers.
"You can't touch it for sure, why are you so excited?"
Qin Feng knew that in such a formal place, guests were not allowed to come into contact with the strippers, and those who were throwing US dollars crazily on the stage did not want to touch the woman's fingers.
As an internal bar of the MGM Hotel, the bar covers a large area. It surrounds the stripping stage in the middle. There are bar counters in each direction. There is also a sofa and coffee table in the corner. Just raise your hand and you will be there immediately.
The waiter came in front of me.
"Foreigners are really open-minded. Are all men and women coming to watch the striptease?" Qin Feng found a bar at the back and sat down, quietly observing the situation in the bar.
Striptease is allowed by law in Las Vegas, and it is also a must-see item for tourists. Both men and women will go to watch it when they come here.
There were a lot of female tourists in the bar at this time, and most of them were relatively young. They were even more excited than the men. Some women even took off their bras and waved them in their hands.
"Handsome guy, what would you like to drink?"
A waitress wearing rabbit ears and only a bra on her upper body gave Qin Feng a wink and leaned over the bar, her deep breasts.
The ditch suddenly appeared in front of Qin Feng.
"Let's have a beer..."
Qin Feng took out a hundred-dollar bill, pressed it under the coaster, and said, "Beautiful lady, is this place so lively every day?"
"Oh, handsome boy, you are so generous."
Seeing the one hundred dollars, the bunny girl's eyes lit up and she said, "Are you Japanese? Although I hate Japanese people the most, I like generous guests."
"NO' I'm Chinese, and you haven't answered my question yet." Qin Feng shook his head and retracted his hand.
"Your beer..." The bunny girl skillfully took the glass of beer, pressed it on the coaster, and said, "What do you want to know? My measurements?"
"No, I want to know, if someone offends me, is there any way to make him disappear?" As he spoke, Qin Feng took out another hundred dollars and placed it under the coaster.
"Huh? This..."
The bunny girl was stunned for a moment when she heard this, looked at Qin Feng carefully, took the two hundred dollars into her hand, and turned around and shouted: "Brooke, this gentleman may need your help."
"Damn it, didn't you know Daisy was about to take off her panties?"
Before the bunny girl finished shouting, a cursing voice came over, "Hey, man, do you need my help? Come on, I'm still busy..."
"I want to teach a blind guy a lesson. I wonder if you can do it?" Looking at the black man in front of him, Qin Feng felt that he had found the wrong person.
"Of course, as long as you have money, I can even ask the police to arrest him in the police station."
Bruce, who had a ruffian face and had a nose pierced and a nose ring, said carelessly: "My buddies are the best people on the Las Vegas Strip. They will definitely be able to do it."
Helping you solve all kinds of troubles."
"Well, I guess... I don't need it anymore!"
After hearing Bruce's words, Qin Feng's brows furrowed even more tightly. He knew that the other party was a gang member in Las Vegas and had nothing to do with the killer organization.
"Boy, next time it's okay, don't bother me watching the striptease again!"
Qin Feng's words made Bruce very angry. He pinched the bunny girl's butt hard with his right hand and said, "And you, what are you yelling about? God, you prevented me from seeing Daisy take off her underwear..."
"Who the hell are they?"
Qin Feng picked up the beer and turned around speechlessly. He was afraid that if he couldn't hold it back, he would take off the bunny girl's underwear and stuff it into Bruce's mouth.
