There is a row of exquisite fake beards inside the sack, ranging from beautiful beards to small beards, and there are many varieties.

Coolidge smiled and said, "This is a secret weapon I carry with me, which helped me get out of my way countless times."

Instead of listening to Coolidge, I focused on fiddling with all kinds of beards inside the box.

"Herbert, tell you that when you become president, this thing must be carried with you. It's so important, it's simply the ultimate weapon to escape." Coolidge and Hoover stood shoulder to shoulder and began to teach his presidential experience. Hoover looked like he was studying hard and improving every day, which made me want to vomit.

I jumped out of the inside and stuck a short beard that matched me well under my nose, and looked in front of the mirror. It was the image of a middle-aged uncle inside.

Coolidge prepared a Russian-style mustache for himself. Hoover knew he was a novice at first glance. He wiped a beard that was long on his chest and matched it with his figure. It was so awkward no matter how he looked.

"Herbert, if you do this, we will probably be caught if we don't leave the door." I sighed.

"Why? This is great. Look, my face is covered!" Hoover was complacent for his choice.

"Herbert, you're right. Your face is covered by a beard, but have you ever thought that in the United States, who still has long beards like this ancient Jewish people? And, you've seen the waiters in the hotel with such a beard?!" Coolidge was almost speechless.

"That's right, I've never seen a waiter with such a long beard in the hotel." Hoover immediately showed an admiration and put a Hitler-like mustache on his face.

"Calvin, I'll go out first. You can help him dress up!" I was about to collapse. If I didn't go out, maybe my heart disease would be almost irritated.

Coolidge smiled bitterly, tear off the mustache that was pressed against Hoover's lips and began to dress him up.

After waiting outside the door for a few minutes, Coolidge and Hoover walked out with their arms around their backs.

Looking at Hoover's face, his short beard was very decent. I have to admire Coolidge's methods.

After dressing up, the three of them walked towards the elevator.

"Andre, you won't just take us out of the hotel's main entrance like this, would you?" Coolidge asked in a low voice.

"Of course not." I pressed the button and stood in front of the elevator and waited.

Ding, the elevator rang. The moment the door opened, I secretly called out bad luck.

The vase Governor Worm Kane was kissing a woman passionately inside, and that technique and scene were so amazing that I was.

Then I saw Coolidge and Hoover's eyes grow bigger and become 0.

Worm Kane was not embarrassed at all. He hugged the woman and looked at us three "waiters" with contempt. He passed by us with a swagger. He was filled with a strong smell of alcohol.

The three of us ignored him. We lowered our heads and walked into the elevator. As soon as we took a step, Worm Kane stopped.

"That short man! Don't look around, you are the ones you said. Come with me!" Warm Kane pointed at Hoover and said.

"What are you doing?" Hoover stammered.

Coolidge and I cursed softly at the same time: "It's a bitch!"

"You'll know if you come to my room!" Warm Kane was very angry.

Hoover looked at Coolidge pitifully, then looked at me again. Seeing that the two of us nodded at him, we had to bow our heads and follow Worm Kane into the guy's room.

"It's over. Now it's over. When he goes in, Herbert will definitely reveal his feelings." I screamed bitterly.

Although Coolidge was very unhappy, he did not worry as much as I did. Instead, he explained to me: "It's okay, don't worry. Although Herbert looks a little stupid, he still has the ability to adapt to changes. Let's wait for him here."

Coolidge and I stood next to the elevator, waiting on the left and not seeing Hoover's shadow, and waiting on the right, we gradually couldn't calm down.

"Andre, do you think Worm Kane will let Hoover join in the 3P game?" Coolidge turned his face and asked me seriously.

My eyes rolled and I almost fainted.

"Why don't you hit you to death!" I stretched out my middle finger to Coolidge.

Just as we were both worried, Hoover finally walked out of it, covered in wetness.

"What are you doing? Swimming in clothes?" I asked in wonder.

"That woman's squirting won't be so powerful, right?" Coolidge continued to make trouble.

Hoover was almost crying: "Bitches keep the land, I must avenge this revenge!"

While saying that, Hoover shook his nose.

"What the hell is that? Worm Kane is bisexual, right?" Coolidge made meaningful profits from Hoover and stared at someone's butt.

Anyway, this guy thinks whatever evil he is.

"That little boy actually made me kneel down..."

"Kneel down!? No, so you really don't want him to fire!?" Coolidge covered his mouth.

Hoover said sadly: "No! I asked me to kneel down and serve as a case for them. They put wine and food on my back, but I was covered in wine!"

"Oh!" Coolidge immediately smiled and patted Hoover's shoulder and said, "It's okay. When you become president, you can just fiddle with him as much as you want!?"

"Yes!" Hoover nodded viciously, "I will pick the strongest man from West Point to open his back door!"

Looking at these two live treasures, I was convinced.

The three of us entered the elevator and got down on the second floor. Then Coolidge got a huge trash can from somewhere. The three of us carried it downstairs, trying to get out through the side door of the hotel.

Although the hotel inspection was very strict today, the doorman obviously would not have expected that these three waiters would be the current president, the future president and the American Hollywood movie master. In their eyes, the three of us were more like bastards.

As a result, I was inevitably scolded by the doorman.

"These dogs are simply bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

When I kept bowing to me, I almost broke my waist. Now I am called angry. This night, he has been in trouble.

"I'm saying it's right. Let him do some cases for you tomorrow!" Coolidge came up with a bad idea.

"Yes!" Hoover agreed happily.

The three of them came out, walked to a corner of the street and threw away the trash can, and then stood by the side of the road and stared at each other with big eyes.

"Andre, what should we do next?" Hoover said.

"Of course I'm going to find a place to have fun."

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"But do you know where to find fun?" Coolidge's words made me stunned. Yes. This is not Los Angeles. The three of us were blind. How could we know.

"Let's do this, let's call a taxi. Wouldn't it be enough to ask the driver to pull us over?" At the critical moment, Coolidge's mind was still moving quickly.

"agree!"

"clever!"

The three of them walked to the side of the road, stopped a taxi and walked in, and then Coolidge, who was sitting in front, began to get close to the driver.

"Sir, what places are there for men in San Francisco to find fun? I mean it is more famous?" Coolidge smiled.

The driver is a man in his forties, probably a master. He laughed and said, "Brother, you are asking the right person! The most famous man in San Francisco is looking for fun. It's there!"

After saying that, he pointed to the back.

The three of us turned our faces at the same time, and then said at the same time: "Unfortunate!"

It turned out that the driver pointed to the place. The Royal Hotel we just escaped.

"What about this place?" Coolidge squeezed his eyes.

"Apart from this place, there are so many places to find fun in San Francisco. I don't know what kind of place you want to find? Explain it clearly, I can take you there. I'm a living map of San Francisco." The driver said enthusiastically.

Then Hoover and I saw Coolidge make a shameless move. He put his hands on his chest and gestured hard: "Women! There are so many women! Beautiful women!"

The bitch also deliberately pretended to be a Russian emphasis.

"That's easy! I took you to a good place!" The driver was very happy, and rushed out with a few taxis on the steering wheel.

Along the way, Coolidge and the driver were talking about it, from national affairs to why the bus prices have increased recently, from Queen's home cats to women's high heels and grid socks. The driver was so impressed that he was so impressed that he was brother and brother to Coolidge and was very intimate.

"Brother, you are really amazing! You know everything! I think your views on national affairs are so unique. You should let you do the position of President Coolidge!" The driver's admiration on his face made Coolidge enjoy it very much.

"Yes, Coolidge's bitch is not as good as our brother!" I laughed behind me and was angry.

Hoover also smiled. Coolidge rolled his eyes in front.

After getting off the car and walking far away, the driver was still waving to us: "Brother, I won't leave today. I'm waiting for you outside!"

Well, people are stuck.

"Calvin, it's a pity that you don't go to preach. Why don't I talk to Maria I and give you a bishop after you step down from the position of president?" I was completely convinced by this guy.

Coolidge waved at the driver and said, "That won't work, I still have to write an autobiography."

"Andre, Calvin. Why do I think this place doesn't look like a place for fun?" Hoover murmured with his head raised.

A huge iron gate appeared before our eyes, with a row of huge words: "Los Angeles Song and Dance Group."

"Why is it a troupe?? It's fun in the troupe?! Calvin, we were fooled by that driver!" I was also a little confused and angry.

Coolidge shook his head: "It shouldn't be. I think the driver is quite honest and shouldn't be wrong. This is the case in many places. The outside looks very serious, and maybe the inside looks different."

"Yes, then go in and take a look." I also think it makes sense.

In this kind of occasion, they naturally sell dog meat under the guise of sheep.

The three of them cheered up and walked in through the gate, bought three tickets, and entered a huge theater.

As soon as I entered, my God was almost smoky to death!
To be continued...