Wanjie Hotel: Iron Man is not allowed to charge

Chapter 121 The most desired time traveler has arrived (Seeking monthly votes)
John rubbed his temples, suddenly realizing he shouldn't be there. He was terrible at handling these kinds of situations, but he had no choice but to explain, "The Queen was just born this morning..."

Upon hearing that Qinghou was a child less than a day old, Sarah immediately forgave the other person's earlier joke: "So, where is your father?"

Qinghou chuckled softly, "I don't know either, he's probably busy right now."

"Then I'll go back to my room and take a shower first."

When Sarah heard that no one knew where Wen Ming was, she had no choice but to pull her suitcase back to the house: "Hai Hou, tell Wen Ming that I want to eat noodles, and ask him to make some for me."

“Okay, Sarah.”

When Qinghou saw Sarah leave, she immediately informed Haihou: "Haihou, quickly inform the boss that his lover has returned, and tell him to be careful."

"Yes, Queen Qing."

Seeing Qinghou's expression, John immediately realized that she knew where Wenming was: "Where is he?"

"You can't tell, or Dad will spank you."

Qinghou giggled as she disappeared from her phone, waving her little fist as she went: "I need to finish upgrading the hotel quickly. I'm not eating tonight, I'm on a diet."

Kara exclaimed in surprise, "Electromechanical girls have to lose weight? Does that mean I shouldn't eat tonight either?"

John wanted to cover his face.

Why are women so sensitive about losing weight, regardless of age?

Little Wukong looked at Qinghou's figure and Kara with a puzzled expression.

"Losing weight? What's that? Can you eat it?"

……

The next morning, Wen Ming gently removed Sarah's thigh from his body, drew his gun, went to the bathroom to take a combat shower, and then changed into the rider's uniform that Belinda had bought for him.

Looking down at the bulging lump, his own clearly defined eight-pack abs, and two large loaves of bread, he couldn't help but wonder if Belinda had deliberately bought him a tight-fitting outfit.

However, it's a pleasant surprise that I have such great muscles without even exercising.

Good luck, time travelers!

He tiptoed out of Sarah's room, where Hunter was already waiting downstairs. Upon seeing Wen Ming come out, Hunter immediately came up to him: "Boss, everyone has been arranged."

Two Chevrolet SUVs, one to lead the way and the other to follow, and then I'll follow on a bicycle the whole way, a total of five people to ensure your safety.

"Thank you for your hard work. I'll have Susie calculate your overtime pay."

Wen Ming nodded in satisfaction, then got into the car and headed to Metropolitan Park to meet Flora.

From afar, he recognized her at a glance in the crowd—Flora was leaning against a silver-gray road bike, the morning light shining through the treetops onto her, as if gilding her with a soft outline.

Today she was wearing a pure white two-piece tight-fitting cycling outfit, with a clean cut that perfectly hugged her figure. The upper body was designed like a sports vest, with thin yet sturdy shoulder straps that accentuated her defined collarbones and the curves of her shoulders and neck.

Her lower body was covered by high-waisted cycling shorts, the tight fabric hugging her full hip and leg muscles, while a slender yet firm waist and abdomen were just right in the middle, her skin as white as snow, glowing with a healthy luster in the sunlight.

Flora was not the kind of frail, slender woman; her beauty was full of vitality—her long, slender legs had smooth lines, and her calf muscles were slightly raised, clearly the result of long-term training; her arms, though thin, had a firm outline that could be vaguely seen.

Her physique possesses both the flexibility of a dancer and the strength of an athlete, a testament to her unwavering commitment to two hours of high-intensity training every morning, five days a week.

As Wen Ming approached, she raised her hand to tuck a strand of her long, golden hair, which had been blown about by the wind, behind her ear, and smiled brightly: "Arrived on time."

Her voice was clear and bright, full of youthful energy, and her bright blue eyes shone in the morning light, like melting honey.

"I don't want to keep the beautiful lady waiting."

Wen Ming took his bicycle from the trunk, and together with Flora, they put on cycling helmets and mounted the bicycles.

"Walk."

"go!"

……

As the two men rode their bicycles into the lane, three burly men also surged into the lane, one leading the way and the other following behind.

Meanwhile, three black Chery SUVs joined the convoy.

It's clear that Muggie Rogers has upgraded Flora's security measures.

Hunter glanced at Flora's two bodyguards and the SUV, and instructed his men through his earpiece: "Be careful, the Bridgehead Gang and the Black River Society are very likely to attack the boss today."

"Roger that!"

Hunter brought along professional veterans this time.

These are all employees that Aunt Susie hired for Iron Security Company. Each of them has a clean background and complete paperwork. They all keep a vigilant eye on their surroundings to prevent any unexpected situations.

Today's ride is south along Metropolitan Park, passing the Flatiron Hotel, crossing the Brin Bridge, circling around Zwon Island, and returning to Metropolitan Park, a total distance of 35 kilometers.

The distance is neither too far nor too short, and the total cycling time is about 2 hours, since you have to consider traffic lights and traffic conditions along the way.

"I didn't expect you to keep up so easily."

"I didn't expect that either."

On a quiet Sunday morning, the metropolis was not busy. The morning light shone on Wenming and Flora's faces, casting a golden glow on them. They turned to look at each other and both showed a happy smile.

Wen Ming skillfully controlled his speed to match Flora's, chatting with her from time to time about the hotel's recent situation and Flora's work.

As the summer sun once again brought heat to the earth, Flora, who had been quite relaxed, began to sweat profusely on her fair skin. Wenming considerately suggested that she stop and have some water.

Flora shook her head: "I've only just started warming up, let's continue."

Wen Ming didn't try to persuade him any further and continued riding alongside him.

Soon, the two rode to a cemetery.

The customs in the UK and China are quite different. Cemeteries are mostly located in the city center, and the property prices around cemeteries are actually higher than in other areas.

This is also related to the continuous expansion of the city's territory.

When Wen Ming rode his bicycle here, he keenly scanned the area and noticed that cemeteries were the most common gunfight scenes in British movies and TV dramas.

He went out for a bike ride today, partly with the intention of luring the snake out of its hole.

In fact, Earl Mason was eager to prove to the citizens that he was capable of continuing to protect the security of Metropolis. The ESU's black two-axle heavy-duty combat truck was slowly following a block or two away, ready to appear in front of Wenming and Flora at any time within two minutes.

The snakes Wen Ming is trying to lure are not just the Bridgehead Gang and the Black River Society, nor are they just the organization behind the hacker.

His gaze swept over Flora riding ahead, and then fell on Hunter behind him.

Hopefully, I won't be disappointed today.

The first small cemetery, named "Golgotha," was quickly left behind by the two.

Wen Ming breathed a slight sigh of relief.

It seems the Bridgehead Gang and the Black River Society aren't so stupid after all.

But if you don't come, where am I supposed to find you?
When I rode past the second cemetery called "Zion," there was still no sign of anything happening.

Wen Ming was a little surprised.

It seems I'm destined to be disappointed today.

It's important to know that Zion Cemetery is a very large cemetery in the metropolitan area, making it an excellent ambush location.

Why aren't they making a move?
Soon, the two rode to the third cemetery, a cemetery called Mir, when Wen Ming's hair stood on end.

His increasingly powerful mental strength allowed him to keenly sense a danger emanating from the Church of Mil ahead, as if some ferocious beast was watching him intently.

He had a gut feeling that if he rode a few more meters forward, something bad would definitely happen.

Wen Ming quickly called out, "Flora, wait a minute, I have a leg cramp."

Flora came to an abrupt halt, and the burly men also stopped at that moment.

"What's wrong? Is it because you didn't warm up properly?"

Flora got off her bicycle, walked up to Wen Ming, and asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It shouldn't be a big problem. I'll rest for a bit."

Wen Ming tapped his Bluetooth headset, and Hunter, who had been on guard, paused for a moment. He immediately looked at Wen Ming, who gestured towards the distant Church of Milne.

Hunter's hand immediately went to his waist.

Wen Ming shook his head, telling him not to rush.

"You must be tired too. Have some water and let's rest together."

Wen Ming limped to a bench by the roadside and sat down. Flora was also covered in sweat, so she took a water bottle from her bicycle and sat down next to him.

Just as she picked up her water bottle to take a sip, a black ESU two-axle heavy-duty combat truck roared in and sped toward the distant Church of Milne.

With a sharp screech of brakes, more than a dozen 911s in combat uniforms quickly jumped out of the vehicle, forming a three-person team and blocking the front and back doors of the church.

Suddenly, a loud gunshot rang out from the windows on the second floor of the church. More than a dozen 911s immediately concealed themselves, while the hum of patrol cars began to rise and fall as several 911 patrol cars rushed toward the church.

Flora stared in disbelief at the scene: "What? There really was an ambush? Wenming, how did you guess so accurately?"

Wen Ming also looked surprised: "I was just guessing. Is the security in the metropolis really that bad? There are thugs in churches?"

Wenming had called Flora beforehand to warn her that there might be danger today, but Flora showed no intention of stopping the ride.

Flora's bodyguards quickly surrounded her and shielded her behind them: "Miss Rogers, get in the car quickly."

Flora then realized what was happening. Under the protection of her bodyguards, she quickly ran towards the SUV next to her, shouting to Wen Ming as she ran, "Wen Ming, be careful!"

Wen Ming, under Hunter's protection, ran towards the SUV: "We'll meet at the hotel later."

As soon as he got into the car, Wen Ming saw through the car window that 911 had already smashed open the church door with a ram.

There was no battle plan whatsoever.

Just charge in and empty the magazine.

Are there any hostages?
joke!

How could there be hostages in a church that dared to shoot at 9/11?
Maybe the Godfather is the biggest mob boss!

Just shoot them all and that's it.

The three SUVs turned around in the shortest time and were about to leave when Wen Ming was about to turn his gaze away from the church. But he inadvertently saw a figure suddenly walk out of the space in front of the SUVs.

He watched in surprise as the other person limped along the roadside, collapsing to the ground after only a few steps.

He quickly shouted, "Stop the car!"

The SUV stopped immediately. Wen Ming opened the car door and jumped out. Looking at the bald man on the ground in pain and the man's left arm wrapped in white gauze, he couldn't help but feel surprised and suspicious.

"Max, Max, is that you?"

The man groaning in pain on the ground stared at the man in cycling gear in front of him and thought he was hallucinating.

"Who are you? Have I arrived in Elysium? Can you help me treat my radiation sickness?"

Wen Ming shook his head and said, "You haven't arrived at the Blissful Space, but I can save your life."

Upon hearing the word "survive," Max's eyes immediately lit up with surprise: "Really?"

"Okay, you come back with me first."

Wen Ming looked at Hunter getting out of the car: "Leave the car to me, you all go and get in the other car." Hunter looked at Wen Ming with some surprise: "Boss, this isn't safe."

"No, this is the safest way for you."

Wen Ming didn't offer much explanation. He ushered Hunter and the others into another car and helped Max into the back seat.

Then he started the car and drove to the hotel.

As for driver's licenses, haha, who dares to check me now? Earl is probably on his way right now.

Along the way, Wen Ming quickly pondered why Max was 100 meters away from the hotel. Had the rules of space changed again?

Recalling his previous encounter with Ada Wong 200 meters outside the hotel, Wen Ming had a vague guess.

"Could it be that the core of the spatial rift isn't just the hotel, but also me?"

Wen Ming had never considered this possibility before.

In his view, how could something like a spatial rift be bound to a person?

If something goes wrong, wouldn't I be torn apart by the spatial storm?
Now, encountering Max, the protagonist of "Elysium," more than ten kilometers away from the Iron Hotel, makes Wen Ming begin to suspect that he himself might also be a moving spatial rift.

Unless there are many more spatial rifts, and you just happened to encounter one, this is the only explanation.

I'll test it when I get back to the hotel later, and that should confirm whether it's true or not.

Max slumped back in the car seat, groaning in pain.

He had just been exposed to radiation and was in the most uncomfortable stage. Wen Ming took a bottle of water from the driver's seat and handed it to him: "Take the medicine the robot gave you. Don't take too much, just take a day's worth first."

Max said thank you with difficulty and pulled a medicine bottle out of his pocket.

……

The movie Elysium is about a future Earth whose ecosystem has been severely damaged and is no longer suitable for human habitation.

The wealthy have built a paradise-like space in space, enjoying the sustenance of the underprivileged people abandoned on Earth, while using robots to manage them with the strictest discipline.

Max's left arm was broken when two robots rudely checked his backpack before he boarded the bus that morning.

As if things weren't bad enough, Max was late because a robot broke his arm and he was docked half a day's pay. Then, due to a factory malfunction, he was locked in the workshop and exposed to a lot of radiation, leaving him with only 5 days to live.

He hopes to cure his radiation sickness by helping a smuggler kidnap a wealthy businessman and obtain a ticket to Elysium for treatment, thus becoming embroiled in a struggle for control of Elysium.

……

This movie has many plot holes. For example, the chief engineer of Elysium personally comes to check on a worker who is injured; a handheld portable missile launched from the ground can attack a spaceship that has already flown into space; after the chief engineer is attacked, he just sits there stupidly waiting to be killed; the characters' personalities are rapidly reversed without any foreshadowing; Elysium relies on ground agents to fight illegal immigrants; and only a few soldiers are used to suppress an invasion.

But this cinematic universe has something John Wick has always dreamed of—a medical pod.

Yes, this medical pod can treat all injuries and illnesses, and it's even more effective than emergency sprays.

Helen's liver cancer was no match for it.

Sarah's leukemia was also nipped in the bud.

Wen Ming never expected that Elysium would actually be linked to the metaverse.

Now, all I need to do is deal with Max behind me, and then I'll be able to find a way to get my hands on that incredible medical pod technology.

As for the spaceship technology, robotics technology, exoskeleton technology, and energy shield technology in Elysium, those are secondary.

Of these technologies, only the energy shield is worth mentioning; the others are nothing compared to Bulma's.

As the Chery SUV sped through the streets of the metropolis, just as Wen Ming was happily contemplating how to make a fortune using the medical pods, the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood on end.

Wen Ming almost reflexively turned the steering wheel, and the next second, something smoking slammed into a white sedan next to the SUV.

The white sedan immediately exploded.

"Ma Dan!"

Wen Ming slammed on the gas pedal, ignoring the red light ahead, and sped off, shouting, "Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The SUV that Hunter was in quickly slowed down and pulled up next to Wen Ming's vehicle: "Boss, you go first."

"No, split up and run! Don't worry about me, you guys get back to the hotel!"

Wen Ming turned the steering wheel again, leaving the main road back to the hotel and heading towards a side road.

"RPG, huh? None of you will live today!"

Wen Ming didn't leave the main road mindlessly. Since the other party had ambushed him on his way home, there might be another RPG waiting for him ahead.

He wouldn't walk right into a trap.

As the SUV sped onto a side road, the attack indeed stopped, and then several vehicles came speeding from a distance.

Wen Ming glanced at the rearview mirror, and the SUV quickly made a circle, heading towards another bridge leading to Manhattan Island.

The cars behind him immediately accelerated, but the more they accelerated, the faster Wen Ming drove. With his body, which had been enhanced multiple times, he drove the vehicles with ease, weaving through the traffic. If Wen Ming hadn't deliberately kept them in suspense, giving them the illusion that they could catch up with just one more press of the accelerator, the cars would probably have already sped away.

Max, sitting in the back seat, felt like he was going to throw up. He gripped the safety handle tightly, afraid that he would be thrown out of the window.

Twenty minutes later, Wen Ming saw the Iron Hotel right in front of him and immediately shouted, "Qing Hou!"

A sizzling sound rang out.

A pure white figure suddenly appeared on the SUV's center console screen: "Boss, did you call me?"

"Take out those cars behind us!"

Wen Ming said fiercely.

Qinghou hesitated and said, "Boss, they're 100 meters away from the hotel. I can't attack them!"

"Don't worry, the rules are going to be updated!"

Wen Ming slowed down the car, and the cars behind him immediately accelerated and rushed over.

Qinghou didn't hesitate any longer and quickly disappeared into Wenming's car. The next second, the vehicle control systems of several cars that were chasing her went out of control at the same time and collided together.

"Aren't the fireworks beautiful?"

Wen Ming glanced at Max in the rearview mirror. Max's already fragile body, which didn't have much time left, was now practically falling apart: "I feel like throwing up."

"Wait a moment, I'll park the car right away."

Wen Ming quickly drove the SUV into the underground parking lot on the second basement level of the Iron Hotel. As soon as he parked the car near the machine room, he jumped out and said, "Rebecca, emergency spray!"

Rebecca rushed out of the underground hospital under construction: "Boss, are you injured?"

"No, it's this poor man. His arm was broken by a robot this morning, his whole body was damaged by radiation this morning, and he just got carsick."

I'm not sure if the first aid spray will save him, but it should make him feel a little better.

Rebecca strode to the back seat of the car and sprayed Max with the medicine: "Relax, this medicine will heal all your injuries quickly, even radiation sickness, and will minimize your pain."

"Thank you!"

Max looked at the woman in front of him, who resembled an angel doll, and tried to force a smile, but he was soon overwhelmed by the tingling sensation all over his body, causing him to involuntarily make strange noises.

"Oh no, what's wrong with me?"

Max blushed with embarrassment. He felt incredibly ashamed, especially in front of such a beautiful girl.

"This is a normal physiological reaction. The first aid spray can quickly heal your radiation-damaged skin and cells, as well as your broken arm. Some numbness and itching are normal."

Rebecca, a professional medic, gently explained the reason to Max, then turned to Wen Ming: "Boss, this emergency spray can only alleviate his symptoms, it can't cure him."

This is a disease problem at the cellular level. If the radiation in his body isn't cleared, all his cells will continue to be damaged, eventually leading to cancer.

“I know, you can assess whether it can extend his life by a few days. In addition, he has a bottle of special medicine that can extend his life by four days.”

Wen Ming was well aware of the limitations of the emergency spray, but he also believed that this miraculous drug could give him a pleasant surprise.

"I need to have his blood tested."

Rebecca helped Max out of the car, and Wen Ming immediately called the front desk to ask them to get Max a room, and also arranged for Qing Hou to give Max a newcomer's orientation.

After everything was settled, Wen Ming met Flora in his office: "Sorry to keep you waiting."

"I heard you were attacked again just now?"

When Flora saw Wen Ming walk in, she immediately stood up nervously and walked up to him: "Are you hurt?"

Wen Ming smiled and said, "It was just a traffic accident."

Flora looked at Wen Ming with displeasure: "Wen Ming, I'm not a child. Didn't you tell me beforehand that the gunfight at the church today was possible?"

Wen Ming shrugged: "Well, it seems I can't hide it from the clever Miss Rogers."

Even if Wen Ming didn't admit it, he figured Muji Rogers would tell his daughter the truth anyway, so Wen Ming didn't hide it any longer: "I'm a very timid person, so I specifically asked Earl to arrange for someone to protect me. Who knew that I would actually be attacked, twice? It seems I have the talent to be a fortune teller and a prophet."

Flora breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that Wen Ming still had the leisure to joke. She said, "You need to be careful. Many people are watching you. You've risen too fast."

Wen Ming's powerful mental strength allowed him to clearly sense that the other party genuinely cared about him, which put his mind at ease: "Don't worry, they didn't kill me this time, and they won't have another chance."

Wen Ming couldn't see into other people's minds like Professor X, but he could clearly sense Flora's emotions at that moment.

Worry, heartache, anxiety, frustration and other emotions intertwined.

You can't be so careless.

Flora said impatiently, “Those people are capable of anything. If they don’t succeed the first time, they’ll try again until they achieve their goal.”

Seeing that Flora was almost in tears, Wen Ming stepped forward and grabbed Flora's hand: "Thank you."

Flora was caught off guard. Her face flushed slightly, but she didn't struggle. Instead, she tilted her head back confidently.

The temperature between the two was rising, and they were about to start supplying each other with oxygen when a knock came at the door: "Boss, Muji Rogers is here."

Flora immediately jumped back like a startled fawn: "Why is my dad here?"

“You were almost attacked again today, your dad must be worried about you.”

Wen Ming felt a pang of regret, but he still walked to the office door and opened it. Looking at the calm and collected Muggie Rogers outside, Wen Ming felt a little guilty.

What I did today was a bit unethical.

"I'm so disappointed in you!"

Muji wasn't very tall, and his gaze towards Wen Ming was filled with intense disgust: "I never expected you to use my daughter as bait! This is the end of it!"

Flora screamed upon hearing this: "Daddy, you can't do this!"

Muggie Rogers angrily retorted, "He spent the entire date with you today using you as bait and putting you in danger."

How could I possibly entrust you to a man like that?

The billionaire could no longer contain his anger: "A person who uses such unscrupulous means does not deserve to have my daughter."

Flora immediately stood in front of Wen Ming: "I suggested the date, not Wen Ming!"

I decided on the route, not Wen Ming!
Wen Ming warned me beforehand that there would be danger, but I insisted on going!

Instead of questioning Wen Ming, why not question whether the bodyguards you assigned to me have any informants within the organization?

In the rage, Muggie Rogers looked at his daughter in astonishment: "The date you suggested?"

(End of this chapter)