Chapter 4166

When Xavion's convoy drove into Brooklyn, it really attracted the attention of many street youths.

In Brooklyn, only gang bosses could afford Rolls-Royces, but those local gang members have already long memorized those bosses' Rolls-Royces' license plates. Therefore, they could tell at a glance that those cars were all foreign. Some of these gang members could not help but have bad thoughts when they saw the convoy.

However, after seeing that the other party had six cars, their rationality made them understand that they could only watch.

At this time, Xavion, who was in the car, suddenly received a text message.

This time, the other party had changed the cell phone number and sent the message:" Go to the North Brooklyn Wharton Motel."

A motel was the lowest end express hotel in the United States.

It had the worst rooms and locations, with the laxest management and worst security.

One did not need any identification documents to register at a motel. One could simply park their car by the entrance, walk in, and hand cash over to the boss to get a room key, with no need to show any identification throughout the entire stay.

The boss also had the mentality that more was better than less. He simply wanted to collect money and could not be bothered to ask about the identity of the guests-in fact, he did not even want to look at the guests more, so as to avoid any trouble. So, such places had a mixture of fugitives, prostitutes, and drug addicts.

Xavion did not expect that the other party would set the location at such a place.

the other party's cell phone number to the intelligence team, hoping that they would be able to

with the news that

phone number, there was no way for them to make any preparations in advance and so, the positioning had failed

failure to locate the other party's location meant that Xavion could only follow

so, he could only bite the bullet and go ahead

was located on the edge

arrived at the entrance of the motel, they could see at

man driving, and

no

her and roll down the window to 'exchange'

few words with her.

information about the kind of service they provided and how much payment was

reached, the woman would get into the man's passenger seat, or go to the motel room with

with disgust when he looked at

this time, several street girls had also discovered their convoy. Some of them were still more or less self-aware and they knew that it was impossible for a prostitute like themselves, who got paid tens of dollars at a time, to win

how they knocked, the driver of the

towards the back,

skinny women with rotten teeth and even severe tooth loss at a young age through the window and he cursed in the car, "What the hell is this?! F*ck! Get them out

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