Chapter 655 Hotel Nitro

High in the sky, a plane landed at the Las Vegas Airport.

Luke walked out of the cabin door and couldn't help but frown slightly. The sunshine in Las Vegas was stronger. He took out his sunglasses from his pocket, put them on, and walked down the steps to get off the plane.

After a detailed discussion with Orti yesterday, he decided to accept this commission.

At that time, he was still in the excitement of buying a car, and thinking that Las Vegas was not far from Los Angeles, he simply drove his newly purchased Hellcat to Las Vegas.

However, after Luke had a good sleep, his excitement was almost exhausted, so he decided to be lazy and take a plane.

Luke walked to the exit, glanced at the crowd, and saw a white man holding a sign that said Mr. Luke Lee.

Luke walked over and said hello, "I'm Luke, are you from the Nitro Hotel?"

"Mr. Li, I am Barron Ackerman, a senior assistant at the Nitro Hotel. Nice to meet you." The white man said was about thirty years old, with dark hair, medium height, and was wearing a white suit. He looked very similar to

He's from southern Europe.

Barron Ackerman took the initiative and said, "Let me help you carry your luggage."

"Thank you, I can just take it myself." Luke only brought one suitcase, and it was not difficult to drag it around.

"My car is right in front." Barron Ackerman made an invitation gesture and said, "Vice President Kieron Powell originally wanted to pick you up in person, but there was something unexpected at the hotel and he really couldn't leave.

, so you sent me? You go back to the hotel."

Luke nodded, just listen to this kind of words, he didn't really believe it anyway.

As long as someone picks you up, it doesn't matter who it is.

Luke put his luggage in the trunk and got into the back seat of the car.

Baron Ackerman left the airport in his car.

Because he didn't know whether the other party knew the purpose of his coming to the hotel, Luke did not take the initiative to talk about this commission.

The car drove for more than ten minutes and entered the urban area of ​​Las Vegas. Barron Ackerman asked, "Mr. Li, I have booked a room for you.

Do you want to go back to your room and rest first, or go meet with Vice President Kiron Powell first?"

"I'd like to meet with Vice President Kiron Powell first."

"Okay, when we get to the hotel later, I'll ask the waiter to take your luggage back to the room first."

"Thanks."

A few minutes later, the car drove into the Nitro Hotel and stopped in front of the hotel lobby. A waiter immediately came forward and took the initiative to open the car door for Luke.

Barron Ackerman opened the trunk of the car, and the waiter took off Luke's suitcase. Luke gave the man a tip.

Baron Ackerman gave the waiter a few words and asked him to take Luke's suitcase back to the guest room.

Then, Baron Ackerman led Luke into the lobby.

The lobby is very high, with crystal lamps hanging from the top and dark gray marble tiles surrounding it, making it look magnificent.

The two entered the elevator. Barron Ackerman swiped his card and pressed the button for the 17th floor. Then he smiled and said to Luke, "Mr. Li, the first floor of the hotel is the restaurant, and the second and third floors are the entertainment halls.

There is a gym on the fourth floor, you can go there anytime if you need it."

"Okay." Luke responded and asked again, "Are you the assistant to Vice President Kieron Powell?"

"Yes, my main job is to assist Vice President Kiron Powell with his daily work."

During the conversation, the elevator reached the seventeenth floor.

Barron Ackerman stepped off the elevator, made a gesture of invitation, and led Luke to the east side of the corridor.

Barron Ackman stopped in front of the vice president's office and knocked on the door, "Dong-dong."

"Come in." A middle-aged man's voice came from the room.

Barron Ackerman pushed open the door and walked in, saying, "Boss, I brought Mr. Li back."

A white man wearing gold-rimmed glasses stood up from behind the desk, walked towards the door, and said with a smile, "Mr. Li, nice to see you."

"Me too, Mr. Powell."

"Please sit down." Kieron Powell made a gesture of invitation and motioned for Luke to sit on the sofa. "What would you like to drink? Black tea? Coffee?"

"Let's have a cup of black tea."

Baron Ackerman turned to pour the tea.

Kieron Powell continued, "I originally wanted to pick you up in person, but something happened at the hotel that I needed to deal with, and I really couldn't leave."

"It doesn't matter, we are meeting now."

"You are right." Kieron Powell smiled, "Mr. Li, I have heard of your name a long time ago, but you are a little different from what I thought.

You are different from those traditional police hero images. I think you are more energetic and real."

Luke added, "Better looking too!"

"Yes, the girls in Las Vegas will definitely like you.

You are a hero to many girls in Las Vegas."

Barron Ackerman came over with two cups of black tea and said with a smile, "Including my mother."

The words of these two people are not completely flattering, Luke is indeed famous in Las Vegas.

A year ago, a terrorist attack occurred in Las Vegas, causing nearly a thousand casualties. It was also the most casualty terrorist attack clearly recorded in the United States.

At that time, all the police officers in Las Vegas were frightened by the attacker's firepower. Only Luke, a Los Angeles police officer, stepped forward and killed the gunman immediately and avoided greater casualties.

That night will be unforgettable for all Las Vegas residents.

From a certain perspective, Luke is no less well-known in Las Vegas than in Los Angeles, and more people may even know his name.

Luke took a sip of black tea and said, "President Powell, I heard that your hotel has encountered some problems."

"Yes, our hotel received two letters not long ago.

The first letter was discovered on November 21, and someone put it in the hotel complaint box.

The second letter was found on November 22, right at the door of my office."

"Did you call the police?"

"No, because it is just an ordinary threatening letter. Even if the police are called, it will not have much effect. Instead, it may scare the guests and affect the hotel's normal business."

"Can I see those two letters?"

"sure."

Kieron Powell got up and walked to his desk, took out two letters from the drawer and handed them to Luke.

Luke put on his gloves and opened the envelope. The contents of the letter were the same as what he saw on his phone.

“Where is the complaint box in your hotel?”

"The wing on the first floor."

"Is there surveillance?"

"No, this is the hotel's rule. Surveillance cameras are not allowed around the complaint box."

Luke nodded, "Is the complaint box opened every day?"

"once a week."

"That is to say, the exact delivery time of the first letter cannot be determined?"

"Yes."

"What about the second letter?"

"It's right at the door of my office. I happened to see it when I walked to the door."

"Did any surveillance capture it?"

"Because this floor is an office area, there is no surveillance."

"Who can come to this floor?"

“Only the upper floors of the hotel have elevator cards for this floor.”

"Is the stairwell locked?"

"No."

"That is, theoretically anyone can climb the stairs to this level."

"You can say that."

"Has anything like this happened before?"

"No."

"Do you have any suspicion?"

Kieron Powell hesitated for a moment and said, "There is a Crystal Hotel opposite our hotel.
To be continued...