Chapter 138 Good Luck’s Heather Cabin’s Powerful Defense!
Texas, next to McCarran Highway.
In a cozy little restaurant, light shines softly on every corner.
Lango took a bite of the burger in his hand and turned his eyes to Heather opposite, "So, the reason why you came to Texas is to inherit a manor house left to you by your grandmother?"
"yeah."
Heather nodded slightly, her eyes flashing with unconcealable surprise and a hint of unnoticeable anxiety.
"As I said before, I was originally an ordinary college student studying in the East. Then suddenly I received a letter in my dormitory from a grandmother I had not contacted for a long time, telling me that there was a manor in Texas waiting for me to inherit."
Heather bit the straw on the milkshake cup and sighed: "To be honest, apart from the surprise, I am more confused. Inheritance tax and property tax are all new words to me, let alone how to manage them. And maintaining a manor like that.”
"These are all minor issues. Since your grandmother asked you to go back and inherit the inheritance, there is a high probability that they have already hired a lawyer to do the first and last work."
Lange looked carefully at the female college student opposite him, who was fair-skinned, beautiful, and had an astonishing bust. He recalled the movies he had watched about this woman in his mind.
Several days had passed since their adventure on the Indian reservation.
After the death of the old priest, the originally fanatical and bloodthirsty Indian warriors regained their senses. Facing Lango and his party, some were terrified, and some even knelt down and handed over their weapons to show their submission.
There are hundreds of people in this group, and Lange and the others are not murderous perverts. Now that the conflict has been resolved and more than half of the Indian warriors have been killed except the ringleader, there is no need to trouble them anymore.
After packing their luggage, they prepared to return to the hotel.
Just when they had a headache and didn't know the direction to go back, McQueen rushed over with the invisible man, and explained to them why there were ordinary human rich people in this Indian blood sacrifice.
The result was similar to what Lange thought. It was simply that the rich had nothing to do, so they sought death and teamed up with the natives to play hunting games on their territory.
Almost none of the people who died that night were unjustly accused, and they all died justly.
After returning to the hotel, Heather and the others still wanted to call the police. After all, they had seen too many dead people tonight. It was absolutely impossible to hide such a thing. Therefore, instead of waiting for others to come to the door, they might as well call the police themselves. Prove innocence.
But Lange stopped these inexperienced college students in time. The Indian blood sacrifice had obviously started for many years. In this case, let alone the police, the entire police station was probably bribed, and there was no point in calling the police.
So, they chose silence, packed their bags, and left quietly.
During the journey, Lango and Heather became closer because of this night's shared experience. With the same destination, they naturally traveled together.
After arriving in Texas, Lango, who was familiar with them, almost slept in the same bed with them.
"What are you drinking?"
"This?" Heather gently let go of the straw she was biting and replied, "It's just an ordinary vanilla milkshake."
Lange glanced around calmly, and after confirming that Clare had not come back from going to the bathroom, he immediately smiled at Heather and said, "Can you give me a taste?"
Heather was slightly surprised, then nodded in agreement: "Of course, if I had known you liked it, I would have ordered an extra drink."
As she said that, she was about to pull out her straw and insert a new one, but before she could do anything, Lango had already picked up the milkshake cup, biting her straw and taking a big sip.
"Wow."
Lange was surprised: "The taste is unexpectedly good, and it also smells like strawberry."
Heather's cheeks turned slightly red after hearing this, and she whispered, "That's the smell of my lip gloss."
"Really?" Lange didn't seem to notice anything strange. He took another sip and nodded in praise, "No wonder it tastes so good."
Seeing this, Heather raised the corners of her mouth slightly, comparing herself to herself.
She has been quarreling with her boyfriend these days because that night in the reservation, when facing those crazy Indian warriors, her boyfriend cowardly hid behind her, which made Xi Se really couldn't accept it and even thought of breaking up.
On the contrary, the man in front of him not only solved the culprit hiding behind that night, but he was also more handsome and taller than his boyfriend, and even smelled so good.
Heather looked at Lango with a running gaze, and then took the initiative to raise the topic: "I heard that your villa in New York is being renovated?"
"Yeah, if I hadn't come to Texas for something important, otherwise I should be decorating it at home by myself right now."
Heather asked curiously: "Can you use those decoration tools?"
“Very, very skilled.”
Lango came closer to her, looked into Heather's eyes and said seriously, "But compared to that, I prefer working in the garden. I really enjoy the feeling of putting my hands into the moist soil."
After hearing this, Heather bit her lip, her eyes locked tightly on Lango's face that was about to get close, and an uncontrollable thought surged in her heart.
But unfortunately, a voice broke in at this moment and stopped them.
"What are you talking about, my dear?" Clare raised her eyebrows and looked at Lange and asked with a smile.
"Nothing." Lange smiled at Heather nonchalantly, as if he couldn't see her.
When Clary saw this, she rolled her eyes helplessly, and then urged: "Then we should hurry up, and Heather, we are going in the opposite direction to you, so we are together, let's go first."
"Yes!" Heather nodded, and Heather nodded in response, but her eyes never left Lango.
Lango made a gentle gesture of making a phone call, and then a group of people went out of the restaurant.
In the restaurant, Heather's friends, including her boyfriend, looked at their leaving figures with mixed emotions on their faces, including envy and confusion.
Soon after, the convoy drove into the edge of an unpredictable wild forest.
After the shoddy radar of [Wooden House] led them here, the light spots on the screen quietly went out, as if it had completed its mission.
"Are we here yet?" Clare stared at the radar screen, with a hint of doubt and expectation in her tone.
Teddy looked around, frowning, and muttered in confusion: "Hell, this is a top-secret location in the country. How come there's no sign of an entrance, let alone a guard?"
Lange, on the other hand, seemed calm and unhurried. He pushed open the door and stepped into the forest, scanning his surroundings carefully and quickly.
Suddenly, he thought of something and leaned down to pick up a hard stone from the ground.
Immediately afterwards, he aimed at the precise position marked on the radar, waved his arm, and the stone was thrown out like an arrow, drawing a sharp arc and flying hundreds of meters away.
The stone was far from falling under the strong force, until——
There was a loud bang!
The stone seemed to have hit an invisible barrier, and there seemed to be a layer of electric grid hidden in the air. The stone was instantly shattered into pieces, and dazzling sparks burst out.
Upon seeing this, Lange shrugged and smiled at everyone: "It seems we have really arrived."
Asking for a monthly ticket
(End of this chapter)