Bar No. 15 is in the Fifth District and has just opened.
The reason it's called Bar No. 15 is simple, because the owner behind the bar ranks fifteenth on the killer list this year.
His name is Srog.
In fact, Srog's ranking was a little better last year, when he was ranked 14th. Later, because he failed in the mission to attack and kill Han Qingyu in China, his points were deducted when he came back, so he lost one place.
Srog himself has never been convinced by this. He feels that his ranking should not be lowered, but should be improved. Because he came back alive from Hua Shuai.
It’s someone who has seen the Bird of Paradise alive. There are not many such people.
If he hadn't been afraid that Hua Shuai would come back one day, he would have named the bar "I Have Saw a Bird of Paradise". That would be a great name in Injustice.
In short, the name of the bar is not only an external deterrent, but also a psychological hint of safety to guests.
Of course, if the people ranked third or fourth on the killer list opened a bar, their bar would definitely not need to be named No. 3 or No. 4.
Precisely because Srog is fifteenth, he needs to do this.
In the employee lounge behind the bar, Han Qingyu and the five of them put on the uniform black leather shoes and trousers provided by the bar, and then a white shirt and bow tie.
The device is worn inside, and luckily the ninth-generation device is relatively thin. There was room on the straps outside the shirt for them to stick their knives. They are allowed to be armed because this is the City of Injustice.
In this way, carrying a barrel, a white towel, five people walked to the streets and ranked separately.
At eight o'clock, the dazzling colorful lights of the bar behind him lit up, and the not-so-dense traffic flow passed in front of them. The five people looked at each other and laughed.
Then they waved to the old garbage truck in the shadows opposite and said hello to Rusty Girl.
"Suddenly I felt like I could go to work and earn money to support my family." Han Qingyu said suddenly, facing the unfamiliar street.
"Yeah." Wen Jifei nodded.
This was supposed to be the life they would lead on a normal track. Whether they ended up going to work or running a small business, they would fall in love (on a blind date), get married, and have children. They would always support each other as friends and go through hard work and ordinary life. life.
Everything was changed by that bitch.
The first car to pull into the parking lot in front of the bar appeared a little after nine o'clock.
It was a silver Ferrari. Wen Jifei stepped forward and opened the door. When two guests, a man and a woman, got out of the car, he closed the door, squatted down and began to wipe the red blood stains under the car.
Their job isn't to valet, it's to do this, look at it, and then give it a wipe. This is probably a kind of job that doesn't exist outside.
Cars in Injustice City are too easy to lose. They can be lost anytime and anywhere. They are also too easy to get dirty. The dirt may be mud or blood. Sometimes the car drove through a puddle, and the mud and blood splashed up in the puddle.
Starting from nine o'clock, cars began to stop at the door of the bar one after another, and Wu Shi and Han Qingyu also stepped forward to start their work.
Every car is expensive and is most likely a black car. After all, no one can check it here. The guests are all kinds of strange and diverse.
Most of them ignore the lower class people like them, but some will say thank you, and some will even stop to chat and give them cigarettes when they see an oriental face.
For more than three hours, except for the occasional customer who stared at Han Qingyu a few times, nothing happened. During this period, the boss Sluoge came to check on the store, but he only looked at each one one by one without saying a word.
Around 12:30, customers began to leave and go home, or change stalls to other places.
"Shoo!" A black girl with an oriental face wearing a suit leaned half of her body out of the car window, took out a brand new rice knife of fifty denominations from her wallet, and handed it to Han Qingyu.
"Thank you, sir." Han Qingyu said after receiving the money.
Surprisingly, I didn't feel aggrieved, but rather happy. "Are you really greedy for money to this extent?! Then if I were an ordinary person, working here and sending money home, would I do it?"
"I'll probably do it. Although it's dangerous, it's really easy to make money."
Han Qingyu made the first amount of money among the five, fifty meters. He looked at the money and was about to put it in his pocket when he looked up and saw the garbage truck in the shadow opposite.
"Tongmei must be bored in the car, right?"
After thinking about it, Han Qingyu walked across the street and walked towards the garbage truck.
The car window rolled down, Xi Mei held the car window and door, looked at Han Qingyu and asked: "What's wrong? Qingzi, are you unhappy?"
"No." Han Qingyu smiled, handed her the money he just earned, and said, "I'll give it to you."
"Ah... ok." Xi Mei was startled for a moment, took the money, looked at it carefully and said, "There's a lot."
She put the money away.
The bright smile in the armor was invisible to others. Shen Yixiu suddenly felt so happy, extremely happy. She had a sense of participation, and she also felt like a housekeeper.
The two silver Ferraris that came first, a man and a woman, came out of the bar and drove in the car on the roadside.
When the car suddenly shook, the five people stayed for a few seconds, and the four walked away silently.
In the end, the man only gave him a twenty-meter knife. Wen Jifei took the money and wiped it, then walked across the street and gave it to Xi Mei.
The fellow who had just chatted with He Tangtang for a long time did not even leave a tip.
He Tangtang was so angry that he almost drew his sword and chased after him to chop him, but luckily Wen Jifei stopped him.
At the same time, a pair of tall jeeps drove away. The guests didn't say anything when they came or left, and they didn't even look at them.
Two hundred-denomination rice knives fell from the car window and landed in front of Wu Shi beside a mud puddle on the ground.
Wu Shi looked down, leaned over, picked up the two pieces of money, wiped them, and handed them to Xi Mei across the street.
This is the largest tip ever.
When Zhu Jiaming paid the money, he and Xi Mei struggled, but in the end they still paid.
He Tangtang finally got the tip.
"Eight hundred and forty dollars, that's a lot." Xi Mei counted it for maybe the fifth time, turned around and said happily to Zhe Qiuhong in the driver's seat.
"Yeah, a lot." Zhe Qiuhong nodded and smiled.
He turned his eyes and looked at the five people across the street, especially Wu Shi and Han Qingyu.
"What a strange feeling." She didn't want to admit it, but she suddenly felt that they were quite cute, and the female scientist had some slight psychological fluctuations.
If you really want to count, they have actually been together for a while, in a relatively calm and difficult environment.
In fact, Zhe Qiuhong didn't expect them to die. She had never looked forward to them like that from the beginning. She just said that they would probably die, and if they died, could they do an autopsy for her.
"What if one day, when I dissect them, will I cry?"
…………
"They did a pretty good job."
"Yeah. As long as it goes well."
At three o'clock, Qian Daofeng and Ao Yong's garbage truck stopped at the corner of the street. Because they were really worried, they did not go home after get off work, but came here. Then he didn't appear directly, but watched from a distance.
They had been watching for more than twenty minutes, and the situation looked good.
"No! Brother Daofeng, look, what's going on over there?!"
When an accident occurred, Ao Yong raised his finger and saw a blond woman over 1.8 meters tall standing next to the door of a red convertible sports car.
A blue crystal source energy block was turned out of her hand and placed on the front hood of the car.
"It's amazing!" Ao Yong sighed. She had just arrived, so she shouldn't have been drunk, but the rumored thing happened. "Hey, why didn't Jing take it?!"
Next to the sports car, Han Qingyu glanced at the source energy block, then raised his head and looked blankly at the lady in front of him... He couldn't understand what she said.
The tall blond man looked at him patiently and said again.
Wen Jifei and others gathered around him, but they couldn't understand.
"What's wrong? What's wrong?" Fearing that they would get into trouble due to communication problems, Ao Yong and Qian Daofeng quickly got out of the car and rushed over.
First apologize in English, and then help communicate with the blonde.
The communication was completed quickly, and both of them were a little confused on the spot. They turned to look at Han Qingyu, then back to the blonde, and then back again.
"What did she say?" Han Qingyu asked.
"she says……"
"She asked you to accompany her to play, uh, spend the night... As long as you agree, this source energy block is a tip for you."
"..." Han Qingyu raised his hand blankly and touched the scar on his face, but it was still there.
