What should be said, aside from the topic of gender, these two "beauties" can be regarded as the best choices in nightclubs.
Neither of the two "beauties" wore very heavy make-up. They had fair skin and looked a little bit breakable. They were tall and had pretty faces.
The most important thing is that they are wearing super short dresses, with two fair and slender thighs, and a touch of fair skin on their chests, which is very dazzling. Du Weiguo has traveled through time for more than two years, and this is the first time he has seen such a bright and cool dress.
Such beauties have a very western term in later generations, they are called atmospheric beauties.
As soon as they saw the majestic and handsome Du Weiguo sitting in the booth, the two "beauties" also looked forward to their beautiful eyes and were full of brilliance.
Anyway, it’s all about making money. Who doesn’t want to meet beautiful and wealthy customers?
After the waitress placed the fruit plate and beer, she did not leave. Instead, she stood aside with her hands hanging down, holding the tray.
She was waiting for Du Weiguo's appearance fee to the two "queens". Du Weiguo raised the corner of his mouth and waved to her gently, and she quickly moved over.
Du Weiguo didn't know the specific price, so he just took out a few hundred-dollar bills and handed them to her, raised his eyebrows, and made a questioning expression.
The waitress nodded and bowed, nodded with a smile on her face, and made a very subtle gesture towards the two "beauties" behind her.
The two "beauties" immediately beamed with joy. They were not shy and did not need to say hello at all. They sat next to Du Weiguo very warmly, one on the left and one on the right. They were so close to each other that they were so quick to hang on him. .
"Sir, I wish you a pleasant stay at the Queen's Ballroom! Free flow of beer. If you need anything, you can always call me."
The waitress said respectfully, bowed 90 degrees, turned around and walked away.
Du Weiguo was not polite either, a handsome roc spreading its wings, hugging him from left to right, just acting on occasion, this is all trivial.
This Queen's Ballroom is somewhat similar to a performance nightclub in later generations. After the noisy music stopped, the lights came on and a group of song and dance performers came on the stage. It was somewhat routine.
It's nothing more than a group of people wearing sequined bikinis and feather crowns on their heads, posing on the stage.
This caused the men in the audience to whistle and howl, deafeningly, but Du Weiguo just curled his lips in disapproval.
Picking up the cold beer on the coffee table and taking a sip, the "beautiful girl" on the left looked at Du Weiguo's lack of interest, leaned into his ear, and said in a charming voice:
"Boss, I think you have high standards. You don't seem to be interested in these programs. Would you like to take us out to do something exciting?"
She spoke very poor English. When she spoke, her whole body was pressed against Du Weiguo's body, and she touched him lightly with her plump part.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows slightly, chuckled and teased: "Exciting? How exciting?"
This "beautiful woman" had bright eyes, was shy and pretty, smiled extraordinarily enchantingly, and spoke in an ambiguous tone:
"Boss, you can have as much excitement as you want~"
"Ha! No need, I~"
Du Weiguo sneered and complained in his heart, "I'm not interested in irritating your sister," but he hasn't finished speaking yet.
The two "beauties" suddenly rolled their eyes, their bodies stiffened, and they collapsed on the sofa silently, with no clue of who was going on.
At this time, the waitress slowly walked out of the dark passage with a teasing tone:
"Duda, is this the affair you're talking about? Hermaphrodite? Ha! Are you really hungry?"
The waitress's eyes were a strange dark red at this moment. The big fox arrived and actually chased her straight to the nightclub.
Du Weiguo frowned, his face darkened, and he seemed a little angry. The big fox's behavior, in later generations' terms, was called a lack of sense of proportion, and it had already exceeded social boundaries.
"Hu Da, are you addicted to the upper body now? You are so unscrupulous. Besides, whatever I do is my freedom, and you will not tolerate your comment!"
Du Weiguo's tone was sharp and his eyes were fierce. The big fox was startled by him, and his tone immediately became a little guilty:
"I, I'm bored in the hotel by myself, so I just came out to watch the excitement. Why are you so mean?"
Du Weiguo's tone was cold and hard:
"Hu Da, you are so powerful, why do you always follow me? Why don't we just play our own games?"
"Hmph! There is a group of thugs who want to rob this place, so you can do it yourself!"
The big fox said something bitterly, and then the waitress fell to the ground without saying a word. Miss Hu was so angry that Du Weiguo ran away.
"Huh? Someone wants to rob this place? Is there anything worth robbing here?"
Du Weiguo frowned, lit a cigarette, stood up slowly, stepped over the body of the waitress on the ground, and came to the fence on the second floor.
With his back to the dance floor on the first floor, he leaned on the railing, squinting his eyes like an eagle, and glanced briefly at the booths on the second floor of the semi-loft.
If someone really wants to rob, then the target must be on the second floor. On the dance floor and on the stage on the first floor, most of the people twisting their bodies crazily are little people who don't deserve to be on the stage.
Du Weiguo just glanced briefly, then withdrew his gaze, turned his body back again, exhaled smoke for a long time, his expression was a little helpless.
It's really weird that the trees are quiet but the wind is not stopping. I just came out to watch the excitement, but trouble actually came to my door again!
Although it was just a glance, Du Weiguo, who had been practicing for a long time, already knew what his eyes looked like now.
On the second floor of the Queen's Ballroom, there are 4 rows in front and back, with 20 booths of different sizes. Currently, except for Du Weiguo's booth, 12 of the booths are already occupied.
In the middle, in the front row, which was the largest booth, there were several men, which caught Du Weiguo's attention.
To be honest, there were three men. The one on the left was a fat, middle-aged bald man with a flattering expression on his face. The one on the right was a stern-faced, middle-aged man in a suit who seemed to be of mixed race.
In the center is a tall, fat white man, in his 40s, with blond hair and blue eyes, and very heavy hair, resembling a golden retriever gorilla.
This guy was wearing a floral shirt and white pants, with an extremely arrogant expression and a thick cigar in his mouth.
A big furry hand has reached out unscrupulously into the collar of a "queen" next to her.
To the left, right and rear of this booth, in three directions, there were groups of people sitting, three distinct groups of people.
On the left are the men and horses of the bald fat man. They look like Jianghu men and horses at first glance. There are six of them in total. They are all tattooed with dragons and phoenixes, with fierce faces and fierce looks.
On the right are the subordinates of the stern mixed-race man. There are 4 of them in total. They are all in suits and leather shoes. They have stern expressions and are exactly the same as their boss.
In the booth at the back were four tall Westerners, three fair and one dark, although they were all wearing casual clothes.
But he is careless, arrogant, and arrogant. One look at this bird-like appearance, and he is a notorious soldier of a certain country.
In these three booths, there is no "queen" to accompany them, and the tables are filled with simple treats such as beer and fruit plate.
At this time, the people at the table were drinking wine with dark eyes, while the men in suits were sitting upright, with nothing on the table moved.
But the few soldiers at the back were drinking like crazy. The table was full of empty bottles, and they were whistling and making obscene gestures at the female waitresses and queens passing by.
"Nima, what the big fox said is wrong. This doesn't sound like a robbery. This is either kidnapping or assassination. I guess this yellow-haired gorilla should be the target."
Du Weiguo threw away the cigarette butt and murmured to himself, feeling a little interested. He lowered his eyelids and glanced at the unconscious waitress lying on the ground and the two "queens" lying on the sofa snoring.
It’s true that I came here in good spirits and returned in despair! Du Weiguo shook his head gently, raised his feet, and prepared to walk downstairs.
The gorilla and the others don't even know anyone, and even if someone hits a dog's head later, they won't have a dime to do with him.
Du Weiguo is neither a holy mother nor a murderer. He doesn't want to get involved in muddy waters that have nothing to do with him.
But just as Du Weiguo walked around the booth and walked to the passage, he saw a large group of people with red cloth tied on their foreheads and weapons in their hands rushing up from the stairs.
"???!"
The leader of this group of thugs was a short man with a dark face and fierce eyes. He bared his mouth full of yellow teeth and held a short-handled AK.
There was a violent light in this guy's eyes, and then he roared angrily, and the rifle in his hand began to shoot in all directions.
"Tu tu tu tu~"
The piercing sound of gunfire rang out. Most of the rifles in the hands of these guys were md65s produced in Romania, imitations of the Type 56 automatic rifle. The rate of fire was extremely fast and the firepower was extremely powerful!
At such a close distance, such a large group of people were firing with automatic rifles, and the firepower was so shocking that even Du Weiguo had to avoid its sharp edge, and instantly rushed back to the booth, lying on the ground to avoid stray bullets.
The sound of gunfire, wailing, crying, as well as the sound of bullets entering flesh and the sound of grenades exploding suddenly resounded through the sky. The Queen's Ballroom, where singing and dancing had just been peaceful, instantly turned into a hell on earth.
On the booths on the second floor, countless people were lying in a pool of blood. A few were lucky enough to escape the blind scan. As soon as they got up and tried to run, they were shot and beaten into pieces.
This group of guys armed with short-handled rifles seemed to have no scruples at all, killing indiscriminately, leaving no chicken or dog behind.
"Gan! What are the origins of these people? Did I encounter Tucheng like this?"
Du Weiguo, who was lying on the ground, frowned. To be honest, he had been out for more than two years and had countless lives on his hands, but this was the first time he had seen such an unscrupulous person in the city in a peaceful country.
At this time, among the gorilla group, the group of Jianghu people with dragon and phoenix tattoos closest to Du Weiguo had been completely wiped out, and they all fell in a pool of blood.
Several arrogant soldiers, two white and one black, died. The only remaining white man was hit in the shoulder and was lying on the ground, leaning against the sofa, shivering.
Among the men in black suits and stern faces, one was dead and the other was injured. The remaining two had already used the sofa as a cover, took out their pistols and started to fight back.
The three men on the main seat were all intact. This was certainly not because they were lucky or agile, but because this group of thugs deliberately avoided them.
When we watch movies, we often see scenes like this. Several brave police detectives, armed with pistols, use sofas, tables and the like as bunkers, and their bullets are perfect.
Shooting against a group of thugs armed with submachine guns and even AK rifles, the fight was back-and-forth, indistinguishable, and even the winner in the end.
In reality, this possibility is zero, not even a glimmer of possibility.
The firepower of a pistol is worthless in front of an automatic rifle, especially a short-handled rifle with a super high rate of fire like the md65, which can explode in minutes!
By the time you fire one shot, people have almost used up the entire magazine. Do you know what crushing fire is? That's it.
Also, sofas, tables, even refrigerators, almost all furniture, cannot stop bullets, not even pistol bullets, let alone large-caliber rifle bullets.
Therefore, in less than 5 seconds, these two brave men in suits were already lying on the ground twitching, and they were about to die.
At this moment, in the dance hall, the whispers were no longer as dense as before, and the thugs had begun to methodically replenish their guns and touch the corpses.
One look at this movement shows that he is extremely skilled, and it is obvious that he is a veteran with many years of experience.
Du Weiguo felt even more regretful. Where did these guys come from? Judging from their movements, marksmanship, and movement patterns, it is obvious that this is not the military's style of play.
But these people are very powerful in fighting, have unique methods, and are ruthless. Obviously, they cannot be members of gangs.
I haven't heard of any rebellion or riots in Siam. Damn it, who are these guys?
At this time, the thugs responsible for clearing the scene had already arrived at the booth where Du Weiguo was sitting with a gun. As soon as he showed his head, his eye was pierced by a fruit fork.
He fell forward without saying a word. Du Weiguo reached out to support his body and gently placed him on the sofa.
I picked up the md65 in his hand, removed the magazine, checked it, and took out a spare magazine from his body.
Du Weiguo sniffed violently. There was an extremely deep sea smell on this guy's body. This smell.
Even the pungent smell of blood and the strong smell of gunpowder smoke couldn't be suppressed. The word pirate suddenly popped into Du Weiguo's mind.
Yes, these guys must be pirates. The pirates who can be active in Siam must be the infamous Malacca pirates.
Perhaps everyone is more familiar with Somali pirates. In fact, pirates active in the Strait of Malacca are also rampant, burning, killing, looting, and committing all kinds of evil.
"??????!"
At this time, someone in the passage shouted hello to the booth where Du Weiguo was hiding. This should be to summon the companion who was stabbed to death by Du Weiguo.
Du Weiguo raised his eyebrows, curled his lips helplessly, sighed, and thought to himself:
Alas, you forced me to do this. I just wanted to come out to watch the excitement and open my eyes. You forced me to kill people.
Since you stinky pirates are seeking death, don't blame me. I will reluctantly show my evil spirit!
"brush!"
The black light in Du Weiguo's hand flashed, and the Nine Nether Locks were shot out. Then, like a night owl, he suddenly jumped out onto the concrete roof beam, condescendingly, and the rifle in his hand began to spit out flames!
The killing begins!
