The security guards at the entrance of the dark blue section bar are a pair of strong men over two meters tall, one black and one white, with bulging muscles. They wear ferocious gas masks on their mouths, like vicious dogs with muzzles.
Jiang Zhou learned from Liao Qi's memory that the two security guards were twins, but he had never figured out who was the sister and who was the brother.
When passing by them, Jiang Zhou consciously took out the Scorpio-type pulse pistol from his arms and placed it in the storage area. The dark-skinned man pouted his lip-ringed mouth and whistled.
"Okay, little brother, where did you get such a good thing?"
Resisting the urge to answer "I got it from your mother last night," Jiang Zhou opened his mouth and grinned at the man, who rolled his eyes.
Another muscular man with skin as white as if he had been soaked in formalin looked at Liao Qi up and down for a while, then pointed to the sign on the side and said in a steady voice:
"Those who are disheveled are not allowed to enter."
"This is the new style popular in Jazz City this spring."
Jiang Zhou lied without blushing and his heart not beating.
"Including your filthy peaked cap?"
The dark-skinned man pointed to the hat on his head to hide his thoughts and asked disdainfully.
Jiang Zhou quickly protected his hat and argued:
"Popular is a circle."
"Stop talking nonsense, just change your clothes and come back, punk kid."
Jiang Zhou had long expected that this might happen, so he protected his hat and took two steps closer. Then through Liao Qi's Mandala certification, he initiated a transfer application to the siblings.
Thirty Ore per person - a digital cryptocurrency issued by Juno Financial. Its value is anchored on the Abyss Darknet interface to ensure its credibility. The Ore is the main settlement medium for international trade in this era, and its purchasing power is slightly higher than the US dollar at the beginning of the 21st century.
"As I said, this is the latest model in Jazz City this year."
Jiang Zhou repeated again.
The siblings looked at each other, suppressed the joy on their faces, and waved towards the door of the bar as if they were being very generous.
"let's go."
Jiang Zhou resisted the urge to give each of the siblings a middle finger and turned around and walked into the bar.
Dark blue cold light slowly casts down from the ceiling of the bar, gradually creating a suffocating feeling as if you are drowning. The projected deep-sea fish are everywhere in the bar. When they shuttle around the pedestrians, with the swing of the fish's tail, the micro-drone hiding under the blue cold light will fly towards the place. People spray bubbles with the smell of the sea.
Jiang Zhou guessed that this design is to make customers feel as if they are really under the sea. But he felt that his mouth was filled with a salty taste along the way, and he did not feel that this was a successful design.
At a glance, he found his surveillance target - a street mercenary nicknamed Old Snake, and a middleman named Zhu Lin, talking loudly in a corner of the bar. Jiang Zhou lowered the brim of his hat, monitoring their conversation through the communication channel, and looking for a position with a good view.
The view from the bar is good.
He walked over and sat on the coral-shaped bar chair. The bartender in a neat suit immediately handed Jiang Zhou a wine list...Thank God, he recognized most of the cocktails on the list.
"Qin Lei, half lime juice and half Qin, don't put syrup, thank you."
Jiang Zhou casually glanced at the wine list and said to the bartender.
The bartender bowed politely to himself, then carefully took back the wine list with his silk-gloved hands, and turned around to get the wine - the smoothness of his movements and the propriety of his behavior made Jiang Zhou a little suspicious that the other party was an android.
Or at least a Japanese.
"What an old-fashioned way to drink."
A soft female voice echoed around Jiang Zhou, and he turned his head following the sound. A blue-haired lady in a silver dress was looking at him. The man was holding a glass of blue margarita in his hand.
How to describe the image of this lady?
The silver dress she wore was extremely simple in shape, and the material was made up of silver sequins the size of fingernails strung together. If even a faint ray of light hits it, this outfit will reflect an extremely dazzling light like a disco ball. If there is even a slight flaw in the face of the wearer of this dress, it will be magnified dozens to hundreds of times under the brilliant light.
As for the shape of this dress, it is so simple that it can only be described as "simple". Without any modifications or decorations, the design concept returns to its original nature, which is to perfectly show the wearer's figure. In other words, any flaw on the wearer's body cannot be covered up or avoided at all, and can only be displayed openly.
The blue-haired lady's appearance and figure perfectly controlled the dress.
If someone told Jiang Zhou that three love-related murders had occurred behind this woman's back, he would believe it without hesitation.
"I learned this drinking method from a book."
Jiang Zhou tried to make his voice sound calmer, but it didn't seem to be successful.
The woman turned the cup so that the salt-rimmed wall faced her pink lips. She tilted her head slightly and drank a large sip of blue wine. Then she looked Liao Qi up and down and said:
"From my look, you don't look like you have an old-school interest in reading classic novels, and it doesn't match the atmosphere of this bar very well."
This was said so straightforwardly that when Jiang Zhou heard this, he subconsciously looked down at his own attire.
Indeed, Liao Qi's outfit at this time was quite punk style, with wild colors and flamboyant styling. His left leg was pierced by a high-energy pulse. After spraying the hemostatic gel, he tied a force feedback brace and could barely walk normally. .
Coupled with the fact that the clothes were stained with blood from the previous battle; some were his own and some were the old snake's; as well as the slightly bleeding cap on his head, this portrait looked peaceful to the surroundings. The atmosphere of cultural people is not suitable.
If it were normal, Jiang Zhou would have to have a good fight with this troublesome woman. What the hell is the so-called bar atmosphere? However, now, he needs to concentrate on monitoring the conversation between the two guys, and then find an opportunity to take down the middleman, so as to find out the possible traitors in the Icarus Liberation Front, so that he can safely Use that "universal printer" from Icarus.
So no matter how beautiful the other person is, he really can't think of chatting with her.
“You can’t tell a person by his appearance.”
Therefore, Jiang Zhou answered calmly.
As he spoke, he took a martini glass decorated with lime slices from the bartender.
Not getting the reaction she expected, the blue-haired woman frowned slightly.
Got the wrong person? But the identification signal on his body is correct...
The woman thought to herself, and then asked tentatively:
"Waiting for someone?"
"So be it."
"Friend? Or female companion?"
"Enemy."
"In that case, I won't bother you any more."
"thank you."
"What a shame."
"well enough."
Jiang Zhou tried his best to analyze whether the two people in the communication channel were playing tricks in the conversation, and seemed to answer absentmindedly.
At this point in the conversation, the woman's expression had changed from confusion to shock.
Being treated with this attitude, the nature of the matter has changed.
Regardless of whether she had found the wrong person, she placed the unfinished margarita glass on the bar, then picked up her black handbag and walked to Liao Qi's side.
"One last question for you, what do you think of this bar?"
Is it over yet...
Jiang Zhou, who was listening intently to the conversation between the two people opposite him, thought impatiently.
Without thinking at all about why the other party asked this question, Jiang Zhou commented bluntly:
"It sucks, it sucks in every aspect, the atmosphere sucks, the decor sucks, the theme sucks. Especially the idea of blowing salty bubbles on guests' faces when the projected fish swims by, it sucks."
After saying that, he drank a third of the cup of Qinlei in one gulp, and instantly frowned at the taste of inferior juniper berries.
"And the wine sucks."
he added.
At this point, Jiang Zhou, who felt that the air pressure around him was getting strange, raised his head and found that the blue-haired woman was staring at him with a very scary look. After a long while, the other party forced out a smile and said:
"Then thank you very much for your sincere advice."
Hearing this, Jiang Zhou was also stunned:
"Then you are..."
"You're not the owner of this bar, Deep Blue."
The other person replied with a stiff smile.
Jiang Zhou closed his mouth.
The bar owner named Shen Lan took three deep breaths in a row, but couldn't calm himself down. Finally, she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and said:
"Also, although I appreciate your opinion, I remember that this bar has a rule that disheveled people are not allowed to enter."
"My dressing style is more avant-garde..."
Before Jiang Zhou finished speaking, the other party stepped forward in three steps and then two steps.
Without giving him time to react, the woman snatched the peaked cap off Liao Qi's head.
Shenlan's speed was so fast that even Jiang Zhou, who had undergone close combat specialization and tactical memory training, could not see the opponent's movements clearly.
"So, please now..."
The second half of Shen Lan's sentence was stopped in Liao Qi's throat by the light that shone on his face through his mind.
"What are you..."
She opened and closed her mouth, wondering for a long time how she should ask in a reasonable way.
"Uh... some accidents happened before..."
Jiang Zhou also opened his mouth and pondered for a long time, not knowing how to answer in a reasonable way.
"Then... return the hat to you."
"Um...thank you."
"It's not easy."
"fine."
A strange embarrassment brewed around the two of them.
Fortunately, the awkward atmosphere was quickly broken. The two private communication channels each received a message almost at the same time.
"Mr. Liao, the matter has been settled. Zhu Lin left with the memory installed with the positioning device."
"Ms. Deep Blue, Booker, the leader of the Icarus Liberation Front, has arrived. He asked when he can see you."
