In the bar, Mason walked step by step toward the bar. The man and woman there were incompatible with the atmosphere of the entire bar. He discovered their weirdness very early.
However, in the past few days, due to well-known reasons, the entire metropolis has become the focus of global attention. All kinds of people, both positive and negative, have all poured into the metropolis. At this time, seeing There is nothing strange about meeting one or two strange people.
However, Mason had been staring at the two people for a long time. He believed that his gaze could be noticed by the other person, but the other person chose to turn a blind eye. This shows that they came here on purpose.
So, we are either friends or enemies.
Mason's task is to confirm the answer to this question.
…
Under the seemingly absent-minded gaze of everyone in the bar, Mason walked calmly to the man and woman, exchanged glances with the bartender at the bar, took a glass of wine, and glanced at his side.
This glance almost made Mason lose his hold on his wine glass.
Because the man and woman sitting next to him were leaning on the bar with their arms at the moment, staring at him with interest.
What a strange combination of people.
After picking up the cup and taking a sip, under the stimulation of the alcoholic taste, Mason regained his supposed indifference, pretended to be reserved and smiled, saying: "You two, you are not here to drink..."
"It looks like there's something on your tooth."
Linn's eyes widened, because these words were not said by him, but by Kara! But no matter from which aspect, this sentence is more like and should be what he said.
"Hehe, hehehe."
Mason was stunned for a moment, then smiled a little coldly.
As a formal member of the [1000] organization, the one with a number on his body, Mason feels that he is also a big figure in the underground world. From the time he joined 1000 to the time he got the number, he has not been fooled like this for a long time.
Otherwise, a bastard is a bastard after all. Even a big bastard who has become a gangster in the underground world is still a rat who cannot see the light and can only hang out underground.
All of Mason's refinement and politeness are fake. He prefers and is better at talking with a knife.
Looking coldly at the little girl who was obviously underage, Mason didn't think it would be a very honorable thing for him to "defeat" a little girl.
So, he quickly pulled out an exquisitely shaped dagger, or in other words, a flying knife, from the special backpack on his back, with beautiful curves on both edges.
Holding the knife in his backhand, he easily inserted the tip of the knife on the bar next to Linn's cup.
"Hey, Mason."
The bartender raised his eyelids and said something.
"Terry, it's none of your business."
After the bartender heard Mason's words, he looked at him for a second, then glanced at Lin and the two of them, lowered his head, silently put down his work, and walked from another partition in the bar to a place where he could not be seen behind. .
In this way, the entire "field" was placed in Mason's hands.
Seeing the bartender Terry leave, Mason's smile faded and he looked at Lin and Lin with malice.
However, he didn't see what he wanted in the other person's eyes, such as fear or panic.
Those two pairs of eyes were still full of expectation as they saw something new.
Somehow, Mason felt as if he had been slighted and insulted.
"snort!"
The movement was very smooth and smooth, and it looked like he had practiced it. Mason stood up, moved forward, pulled out the dagger on the bar, walked around the little girl, and stabbed the sharp front part of the dagger into the eyes of the smiling man.
"Why did you come to this bar?"
The craftsmanship was really good. The tip of the knife stopped exactly the moment before it almost hit Lin En's pupil.
Mason still didn't see the fear in the other person's eyes, and he didn't even see the other person's pupils contract.
This guy... is not an ordinary person.
Unconsciously, Mason's tone became much more restrained.
However……
Snapped.
Touching his face, Mason couldn't believe it. Because the guy sitting there with a knife pointed above his pupils raised his hand and gave him a slap in the face.
"you wanna die!"
Snapped.
Covering the other half of his face, Mason's brain shut down briefly, followed by anger.
He stretched out his arm forcefully and stabbed out the dagger in his hand. All the guests in the bar were watching this scene. No matter who the opponent was today, Mason had to take action. This was the only way to guarantee his status and dignity. Method.
People in their profession can be beaten badly and have their hands and feet cut off, but they cannot dare to take action even if they are slapped in the face.
In particular, he didn't know anything about the other person's background, and he gave him two mouthfuls without even saying a word to him.
If he just admits this and spreads the word, I don’t know how long it will take to earn back this face.
Therefore, despite sensing that something was not right with the other party, Mason still took action.
However, Mason never expected that his attack had no effect. He didn't even see what was happening, he just felt numbness in his hands and pain on his face.
Snapped.
This sound of a slap seemed to come extremely late.
Mason was furious and jumped back, arms reaching behind his back.
At this time, everyone in the bar could almost see that the excitement today seemed to be a bit too high, and they were about to get serious about it.
They dare to drink in this bar because this is the [1000] bar. There will be basically no conflicts in this place, and no one will come to investigate or make trouble.
Gangs or not, for people who drink, even though they are in it, it still feels a bit strange.
Now, they really see the feeling of gangs, which is not very good and seems dangerous.
A large number of banknotes were thrown randomly on the table by the guests. These guys did not dare to raise their heads. They all closed their mouths tightly and ran out of the bar with their heads lowered.
There was no buzz of people in the bar, not even whispers. There were only three people in front of the bar, two sitting, one standing, two laughing, and one nervous.
…
The action of holding his hands behind his back has been maintained for a long time. The two flying knives held in Mason's hands have not been able to be taken out because the other party is too calm. He is so calm that he has no confidence that he can rely on these hands to save himself. What kind of threat does the knife-throwing skill that made him famous threaten the opponent?
Simply put, there are already Masons in the bar now.
"Hehehe."
Mason slowly took out his hands from behind. His hands were empty, with nothing in them.
With a smile on his face, he nodded politely and gently, keeping a low profile and completely placing himself in a low position. With caution and apology, he spoke: "This gentleman, this... ...Madam, please forgive me for my overreaction, that was not my intention, and I apologize to both of you."
As he said that, Mason looked at the flying knife that the man was playing with that was snatched from his hand, and the smile on his face became wider: "My name is Mason, one of the official members of [1000], if you two If you need my help with anything, just ask."
The young man is very wise, very smart, and flexible. Although it makes people uncomfortable to listen to his unclear words, it can be seen that he really cherishes his own life.
Linn quite admires this kind of person, like him!
But not Kara.
After living on Earth for so long, Kara has of course always known about the existence of such things as ruffians and gangs, but she had been living with Fiora before. The gangs in that city were first plowed and integrated by Fiora. one time. Then when the rest of the gang had a meeting and wanted to resist, Lin En came to their door and slaughtered them.
Finally, when Carla decided to live with Fiora there, Ron seriously plowed through the remaining larger gangs in the area.
Several years have passed, but the local area still has not recovered much.
Later, Kara got a formal "job" as a well-organized superhero under Ron, but the enemies she faced no longer involved people at this level, they were all aliens and evil spirits. Scientist, superpower or something.
Kara learned everything about gangs from her classmates, from books and TV series, and from Ron's files.
Today, when Kara realized that Lin En had really brought her to "gain some knowledge", Kara herself was very happy and excited.
Do they all wear headscarves, do they all have pistols in their waistbands, do they all have to do a rap performance when they come on stage...
Do they all wear headscarves, do they all have pistols in their waistbands, do they all have to do a rap performance when they come on stage...
Kara, a 15/6-year-old girl, is really interested in these.
She was even prepared that no matter what she said, Linn wouldn't be able to take action today, so she would do it all for herself!
I never expected that the gang had indeed seen him, and they were indeed a deterrent. As soon as he showed his knife, everyone in the bar ran away.
However, there are no dreadlocks, no typewriters, no rapping, not even the impulsiveness of trash talking and silly chirping.
What is it like...
Like an office worker who doesn't want to lose his job and feel wronged.
Yes, the feeling this Mason gave Kara was that of grievance, cowardice and weakness.
Kara was disappointed.
"Ah~~~what~!"
Lying on the bar, Kara, who was wearing glasses, poked at her glass of juice with her fingers, as if she had no strength left in her body.
There is really nothing interesting about this kind of knowledge, and it is completely meaningless.
"ha."
Lin En smiled: "I didn't even notice it, but you are quite good looking for some excitement."
Kara rolled her eyes: "Even without you, on my own, can these people put me in any danger?"
This is true, now is not the time when anyone can find two pounds of kryptonite from under the bed. Kara, a serious Kryptonian girl, can basically walk sideways on the earth as long as she doesn't encounter too outrageous enemies.
After looking at Kara, Linn smiled and turned to Mason over there.
"I do have something I would like your help with."
Mason didn't feel unhappy at all because he had been left out for so long, and he still had a smile on his face.
"Please tell me."
"I have something that I really want to sell to you. But you can't make the decision. So, report the news and let your boss come to see me."
With a slight frown on his face, Mason asked bravely: "Sir, can I know your name and what you want to sell?"
"Of course."
Linn burst out laughing, took out the iron box from behind and opened it.
"What I want to sell is this thing. You can take a photo and take it back, and then...
My name is...Mu. "
Mason, who stepped forward, already recognized what it was, but he still took a photo, quickly stepped back a few steps, and bent even further: "Mr. Mu, I promise to bring the news to !
I don’t know the location of the transaction…”
"I'll wait for you right here."
"I will be right back!"
While taking out his cell phone from his pocket, Mason had already opened the door of the bar and ran out.
In the bar, Linn closed the lid of the iron box with a smile, leaned into Kara's ear and spoke a few words to her.
Kara's eyes gradually brightened as she listened to what Lynn told her, and vitality returned to her body.
She turned her head and looked at Lin En: "Is it true?"
"Give me 500 yuan, and this will be true."
"Wow! Don't even cheat children out of their money!"
Cara felt distressed and took out 500 from her small vault and handed it to Linn. Linn took the money, checked the authenticity, and put the box containing the mother box in Cara's hand.
"yeah!"
I don't know how Darkseid would feel if he knew that his mother box was sold for 500 yuan.
But at least now, Kara has indeed bought the ownership of the mother box for 500 yuan.
In other words, Kara can make full decisions on all subsequent negotiations about the mother box, whether it is buying or selling, and Linn will respect Kara's opinion and release the selective blindness for a period of time.
Kara made a profit from this deal!
Maybe it was because Mason was efficient in doing things, or maybe because Lynn and the others were on their territory at this time, the two of them didn't wait too long, just when Kara kept trying to grab some whiskey from here. When I was tasting it, the door of the bar was opened again.
This time, after the door was pushed open, the first people to walk in were two men side by side.
Among them, the man on the left is dressed as a standard civilized gentleman, with a straight suit, shiny leather shoes, meticulously combed hair, and even a carefully groomed beard.
The person standing next to him, side by side with him, is almost the complete opposite image. Wearing a baggy woolen knitted hat, he was sleepy and unshaven. His clothes were washed and white jeans, and the laces on his shoes were all different colors.
Judging from their positions, these two guys with completely different styles are actually "colleagues" with the same status. This organization is really interesting.
"Hello, Mr. Mu."
The man in the suit showed a standard formulaic smile, stepped forward confidently, and sat at a table directly in front of the bar.
"Please allow me to introduce myself. I am one of the official members of [1000], codenamed Thug."
He pointed to the companion next to him who followed him and was sitting at the same table and said: "This is my companion and a formal member of 1000. His code name is..."
"Civilized people?"
"Hahaha, Mr. Mu has a great sense of humor. I have always felt that he should be called a civilized person, but his code name is actually Agent."
"Oh~!"
Lin En held his hands and rubbed his arms with his palms: "Then, how many people at your level are there?"
"In Metropolis, there are ten."
"Wow! That's awesome. Then you really are senior cadres!"
Linn clapped his hands and looked at Kara beside him.
Kara seemed to have finally found the feeling at this time, and her eyes could not hide the excitement.
"Call the remaining eight!"
Hearing this, the smile on the thug's face stopped and turned into a sly smile.
"What do you call this lady?"
"Ah? My name is..."
Kara looked at Lin En, who shook his head: "I don't know what your name is!"
"My, my name is Cassandra!"
"Well, Ms. Cassandra, I don't think that what you want to sell is something that neither of us can give a price for.
Or, Ms. Cassandra, do you have other ideas? "
"...Lynn...!"
Kara tugged on Linn's clothes who were watching the fun: "What should I do next!"
"ha."
Lin En was happy.
"You don't know how to do this, so how can you have fun? That's all!"
Snapped!
Linn leaned forward, stretched out his hand, and gave the thug a big mouthful.
"I'm sorry, that's how we do things."
Sitting back down, Linn said.
(End of chapter)
