Quinn, who ended his last mission, arrived in Osborne as scheduled, a medical institution that is full of mystery even for internal personnel.

"Are you the guy who wants to change his face?" Seeing Quinn, a group of 'hula's' in white coats surrounded him.

His eyes shone, staring at him up and down like a novel species.

"This face is not good, the jaw bones must be reorganized."

"The cheeks need to be filled, and the new material can be used."

As he said that, someone reached out to his neck, "I want me to say that this surgery is not small at all, everyone needs to prepare well."

"Yes, yes, you have to prepare well." The white coats were ready to rub their hands and looked at him with eager eyes.

"Boy, your butt is a little collapsed. Do you want to fill it?"

"A liposuction can reduce body fat content and allow you to easily have eight-pack abdominal muscles!"

"Lighten and peel and learn about it."

Quinn, who was not afraid of being lustful even when facing bullets on the battlefield, was like a trembling little quail, wrapping his hands on his chest with grievances and dared not speak out.

Why do I feel like I fell into a wolf's den and turned into a poor little white mouse?

Who can come to save me? I don’t want to change my face anymore, let me go out!

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In Vegas, the dust was flying during the day when it should have been quiet, and all kinds of unlicensed vehicles drove into the casino in a flash.

"Welcome to Caesar's Palace. Do you have an appointment?" Seeing the car parked at the door, the receptionist who was yawning quickly cheered up.

Four strong sweats walked out of the car, with fierce expressions and fierce flesh all over their bodies, and their wrists exposed outside, and their tattoos were faintly visible.

No matter how you look at it, these people don’t look like good people.

However, such people are common in Vegas. This is a paradise of sin and a fallen city. How could it be that they are all good people?

"Where are people in this broken place? Didn't they say it's very lively? Are they all dead?" The man who looked like the leader wiped the sweat from his forehead and cursed and walked into the store.

"Please be careful, please." The receptionist took them to the bar and registered.

“The decoration here looks pretty good, are those real money?”

"Idiot, how could someone use real gold? It must be fake."

"I said, didn't you say it's very lively? Why didn't you see anyone?"

"Maybe it's because they're too poor, haha..."

"When I take this place, I will demolish the broken hall and build one..."

The vulgar remarks of the few people made it difficult for the manager to accept, especially the guy with a sharp mouth and a monkey cheek as a hedgehog's head, "How dare you say you'll tear down the Caesar Palace."

It is not only their honor to stay in Caesars Palace, but also to every guest.

They just happened to feel the off-season, and some things happened in Vegas during this period, which were affected by the town of Ricca.

Otherwise, guests who have no reservations will not even attempt to step into the magnificent Caesars Palace.

The situation where the mud-stained shoes stepped on the smooth floor and kept falling down the mud and slag made the manager's eyes twitch.

"Several guests, thank you very much for choosing Caesars Palace. The hotel specially prepared slippers for you. In addition, we have free cleaning services."

As soon as the manager finished speaking, the collar was grabbed by one hand and lifted up: "Do you, a thin little monkey, look down on us?"

Hedgehog hugged his hands and stomped his feet hard and said jokingly, "I think he thought our shoes were too dirty and stained the floor here."

"Is that true?" The rough man held him tightly in front of him, almost fainting from the smell of rotten cured meat.

"No, I don't, no." Even if he was threatened, his professional ethics allowed him to maintain his friendly qualities.

The quarrel here also alarmed the hotel security guards. The other party quickly stepped forward and stopped four big men who wanted to get angry, who were unknown.

And extinguish the other party's anger by providing red wine and free spa massage.

At the same time, the security guard personally sent them to the floor where they lived to ensure that no accidents would happen again.

"What a broken hotel!" He cursed and closed the door, his annoyed expression disappeared instantly. The leading strong man quickly walked to the window and pulled all the curtains.

"Did you see it?"

After the room was completely dark, the other person sat rationally and calmly on the sofa and said.

"The reaction was very fast. There were eight security guards in the hall alone, guarding the exit and the stairwell had guns."

The previous hedgehog's head put away his treacherous expression and carefully analyzed the expression.

"When the elevator came up, there were security guards on each floor. The alert here was particularly tight and even stronger than expected."

"So, really, like the rumor, is the Queen's Palace?"

"Isn't that woman dead? What queen? The young man who just got promoted is probably more needed! "

"Haha~" A bold laugh rang out in the room.

"Shut up."

The leading man yelled with a stern face, "This is not Tijuana. Put away your set, we are not here to make trouble."

"Sethbath, why don't you win the Casino together? I heard that you can earn tens of millions a year here!"

The hedgehog's head and eyes glowed in the room. Every place was full of solemnity and a sense of nobility. Such a life should belong to them.

"Don't think about problems with your stupid head. Vegas is not something we can touch. If you want to die, I can lend you a gun."

Sethbas looked at his ignorant companion with a sneer. He thought this was his chassis, could he let him do whatever he wanted?

Vegas is backed by Aegis, and all security is under the responsibility of this world's top private security agency.

That is a behemoth that can cooperate with the American defense and the Mexican government.

The weapons they use now, automatic rifles, grenade launchers, grenades, bombs, 80% of them are produced by ASCHENG.

Although Sethbas does not think that the other party can easily destroy his organization, there is no need to establish a powerful enemy for no reason.

"Sethbass is right. We have something to do here." Dajiba, who had been standing silently behind Sethbass, said in a muffled voice.

"Carovs, you're too careful."

"Kegarli, put away your cleverness, planning is the most important thing."

No one agreed with his proposal. Hedgehog-headed Kaigali sighed boredly, and his body naturally leaned back on the sofa, lazy and unwilling to move.

He wants to take a good rest first, wait until he can experience the prosperity of the casino in the evening, and then have some fun.

As for the plan, I don’t have to do it myself anyway. Since Carlovs is so loyal, let him, the evil dog, do it.
Chapter completed!