"I'm sorry, sir, this is the Mortal Club, do you have a membership card?"

The waiter wearing fake two shirts next to the door stepped forward to stop Lin Can, who was raising his legs and going in.

The reason why Lin Can is called Mr. is because Lin Can has put on a special human face mask made by the Black List Club on his face.

This is also the rule of every time you come to the black list.

At this time, Lin Can already looked like a thirty-year-old person.

"No, I'm sorry." Lin Can smiled.

This waiter is also the first time to see this kind of person who can smile and say that he dares to enter without a membership card, so he couldn't help but sneer, but because of his good quality, he didn't have an excessive face, and still said to Lin Can gently: "I'm sorry, sir, I'm afraid you can't go in without a membership card." ”

"The crowd is looking for him thousands of times, but the man is there, the winding path... Quiet... Place. Lin Can suddenly came out of nowhere with two unrelated verses, and looked at the waiter with a smile on his face.

"The winding path leads to the secluded..."The waiter muttered again, Huo Ran thought of something, and a thin bead of sweat quietly rolled down from his ear temples.

"I'm really sorry, sir, it's from there, please come in!" The waiter's language became extremely serious and solemn, and he bent down and stretched out his hand to help Lin Can guide the way.

Lin Can smiled kindly at him, followed him inside, stepped on the red Scottish wool carpet, turned left and right, and then went straight to the elevator at the end.

This is an exclusive elevator to a certain area underground, and without the guidance of a waiter, it is difficult for ordinary people to find their way through this labyrinth-like building.

"I can only send you here, sir. We are not qualified to enter there, please forgive me! The waiter said respectfully.

Lin Can answered and entered the elevator.

The elevator door closed, and when he looked up, there was a shining mirror, and there was a small drawer on the left wall, Lin Can opened it and pulled out a small cardboard box from it. Inside the cardboard box, there was a human face mask, wrinkled and twisted together, and when unfolded, it was an ordinary-looking, young man in his twenties.

This thing is very common at masquerade balls and masquerade balls in the United States, and in China, it used to be available on Taobao, a little more than a thousand.

The place where Lin Can is about to go must wear a mask to show people. After all, in the killer industry, you can't let anyone know your identity, even if it's the person who assigns the task, not to mention, the person who distributes the task in the black list will also wear a mask, Lin Can thinks this is okay, at least with a mask, it won't make people feel young and bullied, and there will be less trouble.

When performing the task, Lin Can didn't think about wearing a mask, but Lin Can was very unaccustomed to the feeling of a piece of plastic glued to his face, besides, everyone who had seen him was dead, so there was no need to wear a mask at all.

The elevator arrived at the station, and Lin Can, who was wearing a human face mask, walked out of it.

On the surface, this floor is a blues bar, the lights are cold, the space is not big or small, and there are a lot of people tonight, but Lin Can knows that everyone who can come here is definitely not an ordinary guy who works from 9 to 5 with peace of mind.

Overhead, a large imported Yamaha stereo was playing a song by Babyface, the godfather of blues, and several people were shaking their glasses along with the music.

There were a lot of people, but strangely quiet, no one made a loud noise. It's not at all in line with a place where those dark missions are issued and the life and death of important people in this city are decided.

In fact, it's not so much that no one is making a loud noise, but that no one dares to make a loud noise.

Lin Can knew that the owner here, Mr. Zhao, was not a person who liked to make trouble.

There was once a madman, a boxer who fought underground black boxing, took Thailand's 70 kg Sanda King, took a few A-level tasks here, and didn't take people seriously, drank too much that night, and ripped off the drunken madness here, and finally annoyed Mr. Zhao, and was killed on the spot by Mr. Zhao's bodyguard Uncle Wu, and threw it out to Mr. Zhao's Russian Dan as a dog and food.

Of course, the tasks of the black list are also divided into levels, the easiest is the B level, then the A level, and the most difficult is the S level, and no more than three people in this club can have the strength to perform. S-class missions are also rare. Because the impact of this kind of task on society is too great to end.

When Mr. Zhao receives the client's task list, he will not accept it all if the other party pays for it, he will send someone to investigate, and a professional social relationship analyst will analyze how much impact the person will have on the society, whether he can be killed, what is the probability of exposure to the club, and so on.

Otherwise, everyone who comes will be accepted, using Mr. Zhao's mantra: Isn't it very classless.

Speaking of Mr. Zhao, Lin Can felt that he was very special, with a thin child's voice, thin overtones, and a very slender figure.

Physiognomy, the man with the waist of the water snake is scheming and full of countermeasures.

Lin Can walked in the bar, the people around him didn't know him, and he didn't know anyone else, here, everyone wore a pair of leather masks, and they changed every time, maybe the two of them were even familiar friends in the daylight, but here, they were just killers who didn't know each other.

"Children of the Night, are you here?"

Lin Can suddenly heard a thin voice calling his name. Looking at the source of the sound, I saw a middle-aged man in a Mao suit leaning on the railing and drinking to himself. It looks very pleasant.

"Mr. Zhao?"

Lin Can smiled, walked up to the middle-aged man, and said, "It's Mr. Zhao." I didn't recognize you tonight. How did you recognize me? ”

"Everyone is here, and it's up to you."

The middle-aged man nodded, and took out a bronzed and delicate box from his bosom, opening it to reveal a row of cigars. He ordered one for himself, and handed one to Lin Can: "Coloba, Century No. 5, are you used to smoking?" ”

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhao, it's the first time I've heard the name of this cigarette." Lin Can shrugged, wondering why there were so many people here tonight and what was going on.

"Oh?" Mr. Zhao raised his eyebrows: "No, as far as I know, you are very rich, and you have done several A-level tasks......"

"Heh... I don't smoke. Lin Can smiled gently. I said in my heart, how can I be rich, I am a poor bastard, and all the money is given to the old bastard of Old Man Lin.

"Oh, it's good not to smoke." Mr. Zhao took a puff of cigarette and stuffed the cigar into Lin Can's pocket, revealing his mantra: "You can go back and try it, if a man doesn't smoke, how can he show his grade." ”

Lin Can did not refuse. It's okay to take it back to honor his father, I haven't bought him a good cigarette for so many years.