Quickly walking down the narrow stairs and out of the apartment, Zhang Lisheng walked to the street and suddenly realized that there were hundreds of people gathered in twos and threes on the dark road. They were looking up at the night sky and staring at the shining shuttle-shaped spaceship, while making a series of uneasy discussions.
At this time, the charming nightlife in the Upper West Side of Manhattan had yet to begin.
In some of the more noble neighborhoods in Brooklyn, the family party should have just welcomed the last few guests.
However, in such a terrible place like Jasmine Street, the road should have long been empty. Now that so many people had rushed to the street, it was apparent that they were shocked by the strange spaceship that suddenly appeared above New York.
Walking on the street, the young man heard a few irrelevant words such as, "I think it's a new type of fighter plane experimented by the army or a civil aircraft developed by those big companies …" so he no longer paid attention to the self-consolation of the general public on the street.
Covering his mouth and breathing in the dirty air, he strode left through a block and came to a better community before boarding a yellow taxi parked on the side of the road.
The black driver in the taxi was listening to the broadcast of the 'spaceship incident' on the New York News Channel. The deep voice of the hoarse but magnetic host echoed in the car, "… We have no way of knowing whether they are visitors from the foreign world or travelers from another planet. We can only hope that when the spaceship opens, a white pigeon will fly out instead of guns and cannons …"
When the young driver with a mustache on his chin saw that a guest had boarded the car, he turned down the broadcast and asked politely, which was rare among black and brown taxi drivers, "Good evening, sir. May I know where you're going?"
"The best five-star hotel nearby," Zhang Lisheng replied. "By the way, does the government have any official statement on the spaceship above us that was mentioned in the broadcast?"
"No, sir." The driver started the car and shrugged. "However, it's said that this kind of glowing shuttle-shaped spaceship has been found not only in New York, but all over the world. Shanghai in China, White County in England … In short, they're everywhere."
"Is that so? That's really bad!" The young man sat in the back seat of the car and looked at the flashing neon lights outside the window thoughtfully. After that, he no longer said anything. It was only until the taxi drove for a while on the crisscrossed streets of New York and stopped in front of a brightly lit luxury hotel that he finally opened his mouth to thank the driver and paid for the fare.
"Welcome to Beate Green Palm Hotel." When the waiter in the lobby saw the taxi parked in front of the hotel, he stepped forward and opened the door for Zhang Lisheng.
The young man got out of the car and said, "Thank you." He casually took out 50 dollars and handed it to the waiter. Under the waiter's surprised and attentive attitude, he quickly walked into the hotel lobby. When he arrived at the front desk, a beautiful female receptionist in a beige uniform smiled and asked politely, "Good evening, sir. May I know if you have a reservation?"
"No." Zhang Lisheng shook his head and pondered. "I wonder if there's any room in the basement?"
The basement rooms of the Noble Hotel were usually prepared for the financially strapped people who wanted to enjoy the convenient transportation environment of the hotel but could not afford the expensive accommodation fee or those who engaged in 'special services' in the hotel. The price was quite low.
Upon hearing Zhang Lisheng's words, as a professional receptionist of a five-star hotel, the girl did not show any disdain or contempt. Instead, she continued to say politely, "Yes sir, our hotel has a double room that costs 80 dollars, a quadruple room that costs 55 dollars and …" A pair of well-dressed young couple who were also getting a room next to them looked at each other strangely and smiled.
"Miss, it's like this. I'd like to rent the biggest room in the basement and change it into a king-sized bed with full room service. I'll stay for two days and you can name the price." Zhang Lisheng took out a credit card from his pocket and handed it over, interrupting the female receptionist.
"I'm sorry, sir. Our hotel doesn't provide the kind of service you mentioned. Also, it's impossible for the basement to be transformed into the royal suite on the top floor. I think …" The lady was stunned for a moment and said.
"Miss, there are three spaceships floating in the sky above New York now. A smart person should stay away from them, shouldn't he?" Zhang Lisheng interrupted the female receptionist's words again. "I'm Zhang Lisheng, Zhang Lisheng from LS. I know that the service I want is not, erm, not 'conventional', but please call the public relations manager of your hotel. I believe there are always exceptions."
As the young man was speaking, he gently lifted the credit card on the marble counter, revealing the 100 dollar bill underneath.
"Alright, sir, but I can't guarantee anything." The lady looked at the rather tempting tip in front of her and pondered for a while before picking up the phone.
A few minutes later, when she whispered to end the call, her attitude toward Zhang Lisheng immediately changed from polite to respectful. "I've kept you waiting, Mr. Zhang. Beate Green Palm is very honored to have you here. Please wait in the lobby for a while. We'll handle your request right away."
"Thank you." The young man thanked her and turned to walk to the lounge area next to the fountain in the lobby under the astonished gaze of the young couple beside him. When he had just taken a few steps, he heard the couple also communicating at the front desk that they also wanted to change their room into the basement after the renovation. Unfortunately, they were politely rejected.
Just like this, the young man sat on the sofa and drank the fine freshly ground Brazilian coffee. After waiting for a while, he finally obtained a spacious room hidden on the second floor of the basement.
When he walked into the room, even though the floor, ceiling, and walls could not be decorated in a short time, the gorgeous waterbed, expensive bedding, exquisite leather sofa placed by the wall, and flowers on the solid wood table still managed to dispel the shabby atmosphere in the room, causing him to smile in satisfaction.
"It's very good. Thank you for your excellent service, Mr. Helps." Zhang Lisheng looked around and nodded before smiling at the hotel lobby manager who personally sent him to the basement. "This really, really makes me feel like I'm at home."
"I'm glad that you're satisfied." As the lobby manager of a five-star hotel in New York, he naturally had an outstanding appearance and temperament. Harps, who was in his middle years and had his thick brown hair neatly combed, bowed politely. "It's my honor to serve you. I won't disturb your rest anymore, Mr. Zhang. Goodbye." Then, he turned around and left the room.
When Zhang Lisheng was the only one left in the room, the young man took a hot shower in the bathroom and changed into pajamas that were as soft as milk.
After eating a seafood feast and a whole bucket of ice cream, he turned off the light and hesitated for a while before smiling and muttering to himself, "As the saying goes, 'I can be beaten to death, but I can't be scared to death.' It's not a good thing to be overly cautious …" Then, he sat cross-legged on the bed and began to cultivate his secret method.
Even though he said that there was no need to be overly cautious, Zhang Lisheng still deliberately remained vigilant and extra careful during his cultivation this time. He was ready to wake up and transform to escape if New York was attacked by the foreign civilization's spaceship, or if the US army and the spaceship were to fight, or if the hotel was involved. However, nothing unusual happened until the early morning.
After being woken up by Maddie's phone call, the young man and the girl set a time and place to meet in the lobby of the Beate Green Palm Hotel.
The two of them spent the entire day doing nothing in New York. In the evening, Zhang Lisheng returned to the hotel basement room again and deliberately searched the Internet. To his surprise, he found that no country had given an official statement on the mysterious shuttle-shaped spaceship that had spread across many cities on Earth.
One did not need to be too smart to notice that something was wrong and very strange. Turning off the computer, the young man leaned his back completely on the back of the office chair and pondered for a while. Then, he took out his phone and called Charlie's number on the screen.
Before dialing, he hesitated for a while and finally muttered to himself, "I'll be able to meet Charlie tomorrow. It's more convenient to ask him face to face …" Then, he canceled the number.
After that, Zhang Lisheng put away his phone and climbed onto the waterbed to cultivate his secret method to kill the night. At noon the next day, he rushed to JFK International Airport with Maddie and embarked on the voyage to New Mexico.
"Are you used to the business class environment?" When the flight had just taken off smoothly and the flight attendants told the passengers that they could now unfasten their seat belts freely, Maddie gently asked Zhang Lisheng, who was habitually looking out of the window with a contemplative expression.
"Even though there's no chef, reclining chair, and bathroom, the seats of two people in a row are much more spacious than the economy class," the young man replied casually. "Besides, I don't have the mood to consider whether I'm used to it or not. We're flying in the sky now, so if we're attacked by those mysterious shuttle-shaped spaceships, we won't even have a chance to escape …"
"Hey, Lisheng, can you not give such a terrible example? Those shiny shuttle-shaped spaceships have no malicious intent," The girl interrupted Zhang Lisheng's horrifying prediction. "Didn't you watch the video this morning? They didn't even have the slightest intention of fighting back after being attacked. I think those spaceships might really be …"
"Maddie, wait a minute. You said those shuttle-shaped spaceships were attacked?" Zhang Lisheng's eyes widened right away. "Is it done by the Earthlings?"
"Of course!" The girl nodded and replied. "It's the Mohammed Honor Association, an extremist religious organization in the Middle East, who organized an attack on the shuttle-shaped spaceships with surface-to-air medium-range missiles.
They think that those spaceships are suspended detectors launched by the US and its allies against the Islamic world, and that it's a disdain for the Muslims in the world. "
"Suspended detectors?" Zhang Lisheng was stunned for a moment. "I really don't understand what the brains of these extremist religious people are made of. Such a speculation is just too outrageous."
"No matter whether it's outrageous or not, they still launched an attack," Maddie said as she took out her phone from her pocket and swiped a few times on the screen before handing it to the young man. "I've just watched this video, and it hasn't been automatically deleted yet. Do you want to see it?"
"Oh, of course! That's great!" Zhang Lisheng replied and took the phone before pressing the video player.
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