Ham, fried eggs, lettuce, and two slices of bread make for a filling sandwich that can be made in just a few minutes.
At this moment, Lu Li and Paul were sitting across from each other, devouring their lunch, while the midday news was playing on the TV above their heads.
The media no longer discussed matters at JFK International Airport, but only talked about the economy, tourism, and employment, as if they had forgotten about it.
In fact, the existence cycle of a news hot spot is very short, but it will not disappear so quickly.
"Obviously, the incident at the airport was deliberately suppressed."
Paul frowned. He knew that New York City was not peaceful and peaceful on the surface. There was an undercurrent surging. These people were so powerful that even CDC officials had to serve them.
After eating two sandwiches, Lu Li felt that he was back to his peak condition again.
"Go to the car rental company this afternoon and try to get a Dodge pickup truck to rent for at least ten days."
Lu Li poured half a cup of coffee from the coffee pot and heated the milk in it as he said, "Next, we have to separate, so the black Chevrolet belongs to me for the time being."
Hearing this, Paul nodded and assumed a posture of obeying orders.
Didn't even ask...
For a while, Lu Li found it difficult to adapt.
But that's fine, he doesn't want to save the world with a curious baby.
A few minutes later.
"Call me if you have anything to do. Don't act on your own, so as not to alert the enemy."
"By the way, remember to hide the gun."
Seeing that there was nothing more to explain, Lu Li put down his coffee cup, picked up his car keys and turned to leave.
Behind him, Paul, who was acting as a tool man, breathed a sigh of relief. Since last night, his friend and partner, Lu Li, seemed to have changed. He was more dignified than the supervisor, subconsciously convincing, and obeyed the arrangements.
Outside the apartment, a black car slowly drove out of the parking space, and then started to speed up again.
It's three o'clock in the afternoon.
Manhattan, Tribeca, Church Street.
Wearing sunglasses, Lu Li parked his car in front of a convenience store, ready to go in and buy a can of Coke to quench his thirst.
According to information seen last night, Bolivar lives in Astoria, Queens.
Unfortunately, when he arrived, he found that there was no one inside. Fortunately, there is no perfect path. After some troubles, the poster hanging on the wall pointed out the way for him.
Jam in traffic, cross the bridge, keep stuck in traffic.
It took him three and a half hours to get here. If he still didn't get anything, Lu Li could only drive through the night to find Mr. Barber in Brooklyn.
There are not many people in this convenience store. The clerk is reading the new issue of "Playboy". There is a line of red letters on the wall next to him -
[There is surveillance inside, please pay attention to your behavior]
Lu Li silently lowered the brim of his hat and walked to the shelf. Through the glass window, he saw Bolivar. To be precise, it should be this guy's portrait.
【Exclusive performance】
【One night only】
【Reservation numbers sold out】
The above three slogans were painted on the wall with spray paint, and underneath them was a promotional picture, showing a pale-faced Boliva with long hair howling into a microphone.
Birds of a feather flock together.
Probably this guy's fans are all delinquent youths, or non-mainstream girls.
at the same time.
On the second floor of the theater, drums and electronic music were noisy and chaotic. Bolivar was agitated. He held on to the armrest and cursed: "Stop, stop it!"
The musicians didn't know why, thinking:
Don't you have to be agitated to play rock and roll?
Didn't the boss take drugs today?
The place suddenly became cold, and an African-American woman walked quickly. She was Bolivar's agent and nanny.
"Aren't you going to play a song? Just think of it as a celebration of the survivors."
"Not today." Bolivar shook his head with a painful expression, "Your money tree needs to rest now."
The female agent raised her head, a look of confusion appeared on her dark face, and said helplessly: "Okay, what should we do with those hot girls?"
"You said before that you wanted to pick some hot girls over to warm up, but now everyone is here..."
Because of the heavy makeup, no one could see Bolivar's true expression. He seemed a little impatient: "Shet! Let them wait on the sofa."
After saying that, Bolivar turned around and walked towards the bathroom. His posture was very strange, his legs were seriously separated, and he seemed to be hiding something unspeakable.
"All right."
Seeing this, the slightly ugly manager shrugged, and then told the musicians to leave quickly to make room for the boss and the hot girls.
Because of this, Lu Li, who was guarding outside, saw people coming out of the corridor one after another.
Things are easier to do when there are fewer people.
Thinking of this, Lu Li picked up a can of Coke, came to the counter and said, "Check out."
On the side, the clerk who was concentrating on admiring the blond beauty didn't even raise his head, "Cash or card?"
Judging from his service attitude, he must be the boss's son and doesn't care whether he makes money or not.
"Cash." Lu Li took out his wallet.
"A can of Coke?"
His eyes moved up slightly. He probably didn't even see what the customer looked like, so he said directly: "Forget it, I'll give it to you for free."
"Thanks."
Lu Li was too lazy to argue with him, lowered his voice, thanked him, and then turned around and left the convenience store.
After all, what he was going to do next was not much different from committing a crime. It would be best if he didn't attract anyone's attention.
With this mentality, Lu Li took off his sunglasses and threw them into the car. Then he opened the can and pretended to be a passerby, drinking while walking towards the other side of the road.
When we arrived next to the theater, a black woman just walked out of it. She was on the phone:
"The midnight concert on the day of the solar eclipse is very important, and Mr. Bolivar is not in a good state right now. You can find a way to get some Demerol."
The two passed each other.
After a moment, Lu Li turned his head and watched her go away.
Not in the right state?
No matter what, just go in and take a look and you will know.
Thinking of this, Lu Li threw the empty can into the trash can, opened the door, and walked into the theater.
The environment is slightly dark.
Rhythmic music came from overhead, and various colored lights flashed, giving people the feeling of a nightclub.
In the bathroom on the second floor, the shirtless Bolivar opened the mirror. Probably no one would have guessed that there was something hidden in it——
Tadalafil, a drug that specializes in treating certain male disorders, is more potent than Viagra, effective for up to 36 hours, and is not affected by food or trace amounts of alcohol.
Frankly speaking, he was in a bad state today. His ears kept ringing and his throat was itchy and sore. What was even worse was that not long ago, he actually lost consciousness in some of his body organs.
"Damn..."
Bolivar swore under his breath and unscrewed the lid.
One piece...two pieces...three pieces...
A whole bottle!
It will probably be effective.
No, it will definitely work!
When Lu Li went up the stairs, Boliva, who had regained his confidence, trimmed his nose hair and walked out of the bathroom with a smile. Three hot girls were waiting on the sofa.
"Baby, are you ready to go crazy with me?"
As he spoke, he pulled off his wig.
With strong facial features and short hair, Bolivar does have the ability to attract women.
The three hot girls hooked their fingers at him and responded to his call with a timid voice.
