Marvel Saiyans - Chapter 41
The Leslie Road Motel is located in Missouri, right off Highway 44. At the front desk, Taylor Belinda rested her chin on one hand, fighting off sleep.
It was now eleven o’clock at night, typically the quietest time for the motel.
The bell rang, and the lobby doors burst open, startling Taylor. A young couple entered; the man dressed extravagantly and carried himself gracefully. The woman looked young, likely a high school student, with innocent features and blonde hair.
“Rich kids.”
Taylor eyed the man’s luxury watch and the woman’s modest attire, cursing inwardly. She had worked the front desk for over five years and was familiar with such guests. If she didn’t find five condoms in the trash the next day, she’d consider it a loss.
“I’d like to ask, which state is this?” Tessa Eagle asked, slightly embarrassed. (The author change the name of the Farm father and daughter)
She and the man, transformed into Bruce Wayne, were Broly and Tessa Eagle. Unable to determine their direction in the sky, they had tragically gotten lost.
“Huh?” Taylor Belinda looked at Tessa as if she were foolish. “Are you drunk? This is Missouri. Drive another twenty kilometers and reach the Mark Twain National Forest.”
“I knew it! We veered too far north!” Tessa Eagle said, massaging her forehead. “Do you have a compass and a map of the United States?”
After obtaining a compass and a map, Broly finally found the right direction and reached New York before midnight.
Even at midnight, the Big Apple was a city that never sleeps, its lights bright enough to illuminate half the sky from miles away.
The Flying Nimbus was too easily spotted in the bustling city, which could cause unnecessary trouble. Broly chose a dimly lit neighborhood to descend.
The streetlights along the road were destroyed mainly by stones and gunfire, leaving only a few dimly glowing ones. The streets were nearly deserted, and the shops had long since closed.
A strong smell of urine wafted from a corner.
Tessa shrank behind Broly; they had landed in a relatively chaotic neighborhood.
In the United States, property taxes correlate with property values, and these taxes fund the police. In affluent neighborhoods, sufficient police force quickly responds to homeless intruders. In poorer communities, however, the police are underfunded and unable to maintain security.
The area they chose was as lawless as parts of Mexico.
“Those thugs and gang members probably can’t handle a monster.”
Tessa carefully followed Broly, remembering his exploits in Mexico City and feeling a surge of safety.
In such chaotic neighborhoods, taxis dared not enter. They walked about a few hundred meters before finding a restaurant still open. The restaurant’s doors were locked, with a small window open, secured by sturdy iron bars with just a tiny opening for serving food.
A black man, dressed in hip-hop style with dirty braids, sat on a gleaming Harley motorcycle, waiting for his ordered food.
He noticed Broly and Tessa, their eyes both lighting up. The black man eyed the voluptuous Tessa while Broly’s interest was in the motorcycle.
“Hey, pretty boy, your girl’s fine. I’ll give you a break with my laser gun. Take her back for the brothers to enjoy.”
The black man pulled out a pistol, licking the barrel with an evil grin. He didn’t know why these white folks were wandering around Hell’s Kitchen at night, but he was ready to give them a memory they’d never forget.
Broly picked up a stone from the ground:
“Then I’ll do you a favor, make it quick for you.” As he said this, he flicked the stone from his hand.
“Bang!”
The black man’s head burst open, splattering blood everywhere.
?Experience +2?
The restaurant owner let out a piercing scream that seemed to shatter eardrums, quickly pulling down a metal sheet to lock it and cover the small window. Seconds later, the neon sign outside dimmed.
Her swift actions made it clear this wasn’t her first time.
Broly walked forward, picking up the takeout that had fallen. Inside the takeout box was a large box of fried chicken and five hotdogs. He shoved a hotdog whole into his mouth.
Tessa turned around; Broly’s dashing looks and ghastly eating manner were a stark contrast.
“Not bad, you want some?”
Broly then cleaned off a chicken leg.
Tessa, seeing the skull fragments and white brain matter on the ground, nearly threw up but managed to refuse with a wave of her hand.
Broly was too happy to keep the food to himself, devouring the five servings of takeout in minutes. He then stripped the clothes off the corpse on the ground, wiping the brain matter and blood off his motorcycle.
“Let’s go.”
He said, mounting the motorcycle.
“You’re okay with eating that guy, right? I’ll keep your secret, just try not to eat the good people, okay? Just the scum.”
It took Tessa a while to gather the courage to whisper.
“Huh?” Broly, with a puzzled look: “Why would I eat?”
The motorcycle roared as they left Hell’s Kitchen, and soon, they were asking for directions in a populated area, finally finding the hotel they had booked over the phone.
Because of Tessa, he didn’t choose a mainland hotel but opted for the Four Seasons Hotel in New York. It’s one of the most luxurious five-star hotels in the city, its marble floors gleaming like jade, and the lofty lobby was as splendid as a palace.
Matt had bragged about staying there for two months on the company’s dime, so Broly remembered the hotel’s name.
Upon announcing his name, the lobby manager immediately welcomed him.
“Welcome, Mr. Wayne. Everything has been prepared for you.”
Broly spent over thirty thousand dollars at the mainland hotel to book a three-bedroom royal suite: three bedrooms, 250 square meters, over ten thousand a night, for three days.
In front of the impeccable service of the lobby manager, Tessa felt out of place, her ten-dollar T-shirt feeling too hot, wishing she could escape from the hotel.
“Why book such an expensive hotel?”
She quietly asked.
Broly, strong in spirit, was unfazed by the luxury, casually ordering around the lobby manager and waitstaff.
“Since I’m called Bruce Wayne, I naturally have to stay at the best hotel. Plus, it’s close to Midtown High School, so it’ll be convenient to take you to school tomorrow.”
A few tens of thousands of dollars, after registering at the mainland hotel and killing two people, could easily be doubled in earnings.
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