Otherwise, I’d better immigrate!!!

Mas's farewell ceremony was held at a venue provided by a funeral company.

Nell invited a local pastor to host the ceremony.

The funeral company was very capable and made the scene very atmospheric and solemn. They also provided a variety of desserts and drinks.

When Dean arrived, he almost thought there was a party going on.

There were many people at the scene.

However, Dean still found Nell's position in the crowd at a glance.

no way.

There are too many men surrounding Nell.

"A bunch of male dogs in heat." Dean curled his lips, walked through the crowd, and used his strength to force the two men who were almost pressed against Nell apart. Under Nell's surprised eyes, he pulled away

Hugging her: "Sorry, I'm a little late."

In fact, he had arrived a long time ago, but he just walked around the area where Santoni Forensic Doctor originally lived.

The place has been sealed off and there are no suspicious people wandering around.

However, Dean noticed that there were many more cameras there, so after a brief observation, he left.

Nell was obviously very surprised by Dean's arrival.

After she looked at the men around her apologetically, she pulled Dean to the corner: "I'm glad you can show up here today. I was originally worried about your injury."

"Mas is my good brother, I can crawl over here." Dean glanced at the crowd: "But I didn't expect that Maas actually knows so many people."

In total, there are probably more than 200 men and women here.

Hearing this, Nell was a little distressed: "Actually, my brother doesn't have many friends. These people are all employees of my mother's branch."

"You didn't tell me you were a little rich woman."

Dean looked at Nell with gentler eyes.

With a face and a figure like his, is it ridiculous to not eat soft food?

"No, that's all mom's money, and these people make me feel very uncomfortable." Nell looked distressed: "Fortunately, you're here."

She doesn't like men with ulterior motives clinging to her, but it's hard to avoid her at her brother's farewell ceremony.

Fortunately, Dean is here.

While the two were talking.

A young man with handsome appearance but not very friendly eyes came over and spoke with an authentic London accent: "Nelle, is this your friend?"

"This is the son of the president of my mother's branch, a rich second generation who likes to put on airs." Neil whispered in Dean's ear before looking at the young man with an even worse expression: "Fix, this is Dean.

Well, my brother and I are good friends, Dean, and this is Fix, a colleague I just met."

Fix was already unhappy when he saw Nell and Dean being intimate, and when he heard her introduction, he couldn't hold on to the reserved fake smile on his face.

He glared at Dean: "Hello, I'm Fix, the operations director of Damon Company!"

When it comes to the operations director of Damon Company.

Fix loudly increased the volume.

"Oh~", Dean put his arm around Nell's waist: "Didn't you see that I was comforting Nell, and you came over to disturb me? With such a lack of eyesight, is the person who chose you as the operations director a fool?"

During the conversation.

Dean's suit opened, revealing the pistol hanging on his chest.

Fix, who was angry at first, suddenly calmed down.

He looked at Nell.

Nell was suddenly hugged by Dean around her waist, her body stiffly lowered her head, she didn't protest or leave, but there was a blush on both sides of her cheeks, she was so shy.

Seeing Nell clinging to each other, with her head lowered, without even looking at him, Fix snorted coldly, turned around and left with an ugly expression.

He drove away those who wanted to compete with him for food.

Dean lowered his head and put his mouth next to Nell's ear, exhaling hot breath: "Sorry, I see that you are very distressed about dealing with these people, so I will help you deal with it."

The earlobes are a sensitive area for most men and women.

This is a very intimate contact.

Nell's delicate body trembled, and she quickly pushed Dean away, breathing slightly and saying, "It's okay, Dean, I'm going to greet the guests first, you can take a walk by yourself."

After saying that, she hurried into the inner room.

"Not bad." Dean whistled, walked through the crowd, came to Mas's portrait and saluted, thinking silently: Good brother, don't worry, I will take good care of your sister.

Nell is not a shy person.

Her gesture showed that her heart was moved.

After the farewell ceremony.

Mas's coffin was taken to the cemetery.

This is the final farewell.

Most of Las Vegas is a Gobi desert. If you want to enjoy a normal burial, the price is not low, so Mas's cemetery is located in the luxury cemetery area here.

Traffic flows on the wide road.

Dean held the roulette wheel with one hand and put it on the car window with the other, looking at Nell who was wearing a black turban beside him: "Are you going to stay in Las Vegas from now on?"

"I don't know." Nell shook her head, with confusion in her eyes: "My mother asked me to go back to London, but I don't like the endless hypocritical cocktail parties there. I might stay in my mother's branch here and learn management.

"

"How is Los Angeles?" Dean grabbed Nell's hand: "You are lonely here, but I am in Los Angeles."

Nell looked at Dean.

The other person's blue eyes reflected his own reflection.

At this moment, Nell's heart was beating very fast.

Sudden.

Boom~

A violent explosion came from the other side of the driveway.

Then there were screams and machine gun fire.

"It's a heavy machine gun!"

Dean's expression changed, the steering wheel turned, and he rushed out of the convoy and stopped in the desert outside: "Nelle, you are in the car!"

"Where are you going?"

"Look what's going on ahead!"

After saying that, Dean rushed to the hillside not far away with a thumb-sized telescope.

At this moment, the entire lane was almost paralyzed.

No one is unfamiliar with this gunshot.

Some people, like Dean, drove their cars out of the driveway, others broke through the railings, turned around and ran back, and the scene became a mess.

On the hillside, Dean huddled under a rock and observed the "battlefield" in the distance.

The shootout took place in the Gobi Desert off road.

On one side were more than ten off-road vehicles.

A group of black uncles were hiding behind cars, holding all kinds of messy weapons and shooting at the rocks in the distance.

The other side's target is located among the rocks.

From Dean's position, even with a small telescope, he couldn't see clearly who the other party was. He could only notice the long tongue of gunfire that was visible to the naked eye even in the daytime.

This thing, in this kind of rarely covered terrain, is a perfect weapon for killing.

"What a crazy country." Dean licked his lips.

Apparently, it was people in the pile of rocks who ambushed the convoy of off-road vehicles.

The bullets from the heavy machine gun easily tore the bodies of those off-road vehicles into pieces. From time to time, blood mist exploded from there. It was obvious that some unlucky guy was directly hit in the body.

Dean choked up.

crazy!

This power is comparable to an anti-aircraft machine gun!

What hatred and resentment!

It only takes a minute or two.
To be continued...