Chapter 360 Dangerous Fatty
When Zhen Fan arrived in New York City, it was already 3:50 in the afternoon. After getting off the gangway of the plane, someone caught up behind him and kept calling him.
"Hey, Zhen, wait!"
Zhen Fan stood still, turned his head, and saw David rushing over with his luggage, panting, walking side by side with Zhen Fan: "Where are you going? Live in New York, or travel in New York?"
"Los Angeles! I live in Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan shook his head, "I just came to New York to see, nothing to do, it's okay to travel!" Zhen Fan said as he walked.
"Well, if you don't mind, or if you are alone, you can contact me. God, I happen to work for a travel company. This is my business card!" David said and took out a bag from his pocket. Passed a business card to Zhen Fan, "If you need it, you can call me, brother!"
"Brother?" Zhen Fan smiled, "I remember, David, goodbye, I may not need to call you for the time being." Zhen Fan said, carrying a small suitcase, quickened a few steps, and walked out of the airport hall . Outside the airport, there were many people coming and going, so Zhen Fan found a taxi.
"Marriott Hotel in East Harmanton!" Zhen Fan checked his phone, and then said to the middle-aged black taxi driver, "Take me there."
"Okay, done, man!" the driver said, and drove onto the road. When traveling to the urban area, the road becomes more and more difficult to walk, mainly because there are frequent traffic jams, and each traffic jam will delay nearly ten minutes or longer.
From Kennedy Airport to Harmandon, the total length is only sixteen miles, but it took nearly forty minutes to walk. That's fine though, New York traffic is better than LA, and it can take longer in LA when stuck in traffic. Moreover, more than 70% of families in New York do not have a car, because the government restricts traffic and imposes various car taxes, and the construction of public transportation is very large, four times that of Washington, so the traffic situation is not bad. up.
"You don't come to New York often!" the driver said while driving. "By the way, where are you from?"
"Los Angeles!" Zhen Fan didn't want to say more.
"Los Angeles? Huh, that's worse than here, but it's not bad, I've been there, it's more traffic jam than here, that's what makes us better than LA... Oh, sorry, I didn't know you were from Los Angeles !" The driver chuckled, but he didn't mean to apologize at all.
"Okay, where can you send me as soon as possible! Then I'll pay and you leave, okay?" Zhen Fan shook his head, this guy has too many mouths, and he looks very self-righteous .
"All right,
Well, maybe what I just said hit your heart! "The driver said, speeding up, and soon arrived at the entrance of the hotel, stopped, Zhen Fan got off, paid the fare, and walked towards the entrance of the hotel.
"Hey, buddy, to be honest, Los Angeles is pretty good!" The driver stuck his head out of the window and smiled at Zhen Fan, "Don't pay attention to what I said before, well, I wish you a very good trip in New York Goodbye!" As he said, the car sped out as soon as he gasped.
"A very good trip?" Zhen Fan smiled and walked into the lobby of the hotel. There were people coming and going in the hall, Zhen Fan walked to the front desk, looked at the smiling waiter, and said, "I want to book a room!"
"Do you have an appointment?" the waiter said with a smile.
Zhen Fan shrugged his shoulders: "No, so I want to ask if there is any agreement?"
"Let me check it for you!" The waiter checked on the computer, then nodded and smiled at Zhen Fan, "There are also deluxe rooms, which need to be paid in advance. The price is 352 US dollars, plus 85 US dollars The tax rate is four hundred and thirty-seven dollars per day, sir, how long will you stay?"
"Two days!" Zhen Fan said, "If I need it, can I continue to renew the subscription?"
"Of course, you can do it anytime!" The waiter nodded at Zhen Fan, checked it, and took out the key card, "Room 8037, we will have a waiter take you there!"
"Thank you!" Zhen Fan took the room card, and then a waiter came out from the front desk, nodded to Zhen Fan and said, "Sir, please come with me!" He made a gesture of please and walked towards the elevator. go.
The room is Room 37 on the eighth floor. The waiter opened the door, handed the room card to Zhen Fan, and said to Zhen Fan: "Sir, if you have any needs, please call our internal number! Thank you I wish you a comfortable and happy stay at the Marriott Hotel, goodbye, sir!" The waiter said, saying goodbye to Zhen Fan very politely.
Zhen Fan walked into the room, closed the door gently, then put the small suitcase on the cabinet, looked at the room, it was nice and spacious, with luxurious furniture, high-definition TV programs, and a marble bathroom And a work desk with a comfy chair, and mini fridge are also musts. Of course, there is also a luxurious big bed.
Standing in front of the window, open the curtains, you can see the sea view, the location is not bad. And New York's landmark building, the Statue of Liberty, can also be seen from the window. Below the window is a long cabinet against the wall. If you want to see the sea view, sitting on the cabinet and leaning against the window will be a very enjoyable angle.
Outside the suite is a small living room, which also has a TV, a sofa and a small round glass table. There are wine glasses on the table, but there is no wine. You need to call for it through the catering service. Of course, you can buy it outside and bring it in yourself.
Zhen Fan stood at the window and looked at the scenery outside the window, and then he looked away. Although he came out with a purpose this time, he was not in a hurry. He stayed in New York for a few days, and then went to Ha, New Jersey. Kensack City, walking and swimming. He raised his hand to check the time, and it was almost time for dinner.
There is a barbecue restaurant downstairs, Zhen Fan chooses where, and this is a self-service barbecue, the restaurant is responsible for providing grills and ingredients, choose by yourself, and then enjoy the fruits of your labor. Zhen Fan picked up some chicken wings and beef jerky on the plate, and it was ready. One person occupied a table.
There are not many people here, many of them are Asians with black eyes and black hair, some with families, or groups of friends and colleagues. During the barbecue, they eat and drink while talking loudly. Many people say Chinese. Apparently, a traveling group from China stayed here.
Zhen Fan couldn't help shaking his head and laughing, how could he meet Chinese tour groups everywhere? This is true in Los Angeles, and it is also true in New York. Obviously, these two places are the first choice for Chinese people to travel to the United States. And because the Marriott Hotel is now acquired by Chinese capital, many times, tourists from China are designated by travel companies to stay here.
However, this time, no one came to talk to Zhen Fan, and Zhen Fan didn't bother to make friends, so he ate by himself while grilling, and even took a few bottles of beer from the bar, which was quite satisfying.
After eating and drinking enough, Zhen Fan left the restaurant and walked outside the hotel. He had to walk on the street, and he had a premonition that something would happen. And he felt more and more that this kind of thing had a lot to do with the guy he met on the plane.
He had already seen the face of that fat man, he would bring danger, and this danger was more and more related to him now, Zhen Fan simply didn't think about it, and walked according to his own feelings, and this place is far away from the times. The square was only a mile away, and he wanted to see that famous place.
Even on foot, it's not too far away. Zhen Fan decided to walk, and he could look at the surrounding streets while walking. There are indeed many beauties in New York, and most of them are dressed coolly. Even if it is not so hot, it is rare to see women wearing long sleeves. They are all the flowers that adorn New York City.
"Hey, buddy, stop!" Suddenly a voice came from behind him, "If you obey me obediently, I can consider not killing you!"
Zhen Fan turned his head, and saw a person, a person he just met, yes, that fat man, with his hand in his pocket, holding something like a gun in his hand, aiming at Zhen Fan. It looks like a gun in your pocket.
"I know you!" Zhen Fan said.
"I know, that's why I came to you. I followed you all the way and knew that you lived in the hotel in front. I could even do it in your hotel room, but I still chose here." The fat man chuckled.
"Are you going to kill me?"
"No, no, that would be too much fun, shall we play a game?" Fatty smiled, "It's a very good game, don't play tricks, I will shoot without hesitation!"
"I know, you have killed people, and there are still three!"
"You... how do you know?" The fat man was taken aback, his face a little ugly, "You investigated me? Who are you? The police??"
"I just know, and I also know that you are in trouble now, not to mention playing games, you are just an object to be played!" Zhen Fan continued, and then looked at the fat man and laughed, "You want to kill me now Yeah?"
The fat man pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the gun didn't go off. He simply took the gun out of his pocket, pointed at Zhen Fan, and pulled the trigger, but the gun still didn't go off. Zhen Fan didn't move either, just looked at him with a smile.
Seeing someone pulling out a gun, the surrounding crowd immediately screamed and left in panic, and someone even secretly dialed 911 to call the police.
"Damn it!" The fat man heard the sound of the police siren, and no sweat broke out on his forehead. He had never missed a shot, but today he seemed to have seen a ghost. The streets flicker. He ejected the clip, checked that the bullet was not jammed, and reloaded the clip.
"You have no chance, buddy, the police are here!" Zhen Fan looked at him and smiled.
"I didn't shoot, did I?" Fatty saw the police approaching from both ends of the street, and sneered, "But that doesn't mean I won't shoot in the future." He rushed out from the side street diagonally as he spoke. I didn't expect that although he was fat, he was agile. rs