Chapter 132: Pick-up and Seduction

Taking the elevator into the garage, An Feng slowly paced in front of the black Lincoln, he entered the car to turn on the power, adjusted the radio to a specific channel, picked up his mobile phone and entered a piece of music, the surface of the Lincoln car moved slightly, and then slowly sank - he entered the basement under the garage.

This basement is an arsenal of weapons, with large mirrors on one wall and weapons racks on the other three. An Feng first stopped in front of the mirror for a moment, and when he pressed somewhere on the mirror, the originally intact mirror suddenly revealed the door, and the door slid silently, revealing a large makeup cabinet, which was full of various cosmetics.

The integrity of the mirror is an illusion, the mirror is the prop that is most likely to confuse the eyes, the original mirror seam, using special optical fibers, in the fiber gap with laser holograms to make up, the front mirror looks seamless. When the power supply of the holographic light is stopped, the crack in the door is exposed, and then the door lock system is closed, and as long as you push it gently, the cabinet will slide out as a whole......

Pick up a small beard from the makeup cabinet, paste it in the mirror, and then use a makeup pen to darken the cheekbones, and the shape of the facial features immediately becomes blurred and forgotten. When I put on a false pupil again, the color of my eyes changed. Looking at the body, he is dressed in Alexander Wang (Chinese name Wang Daren) brand clothing, which is extremely inconspicuous, and looks free and casual in personality.

Turning around, he picked out a small pistol commonly known as "palm thunder" from the gun cabinet, which was so small that it could be completely hidden in the palm of his hand. The gun was loaded with only three bullets, and the gun was almost scrapped after firing these three bullets. But only the firing pin part of this pistol is metal, and the rest is made of special plastic, which can be hidden from the metal detector...

Hiding the small pistol at his ankle, An Feng checked his outfit again, sat back in the Lincoln car, and slowly rose back to the ground as the remote control device in the car activated. When the ground was leveled, An Feng started the car, the garage door was raised, and the car drove out of the garage in a hurry.

Today is Sunday, the three newly hired bodyguards are all on vacation, and the whole villa looks empty. The car drove through the empty garden over the small bridge and flowing water, and the door of the villa opened, and then the black car disappeared into the darkness.

Wall Street is still flowing endlessly, An Feng parked his car in front of a nightclub, brought a tracker disguised as a mobile phone, and followed the flow of people to the door of the nightclub. There was a crowd of people at the door, and the security guard was holding a temperature monitor and was checking the body temperature of the customers entering the door one by one, and among the customers waiting around, someone whispered: "...... The war is over, when are you going to go to Iraq? I've heard that there are a lot of opportunities there......"

Oh, An Feng came back to his senses.

For more than a year, he hid in the institute to undergo surgery. After the surgery was completed, he spent more than a month focusing on the changes in the subject, not the changes in the world outside his body, which was the time when "SARS" was wreaking havoc around the world, and the number of people traveling around the world was drastically reduced. Temperature checks are required to enter large entertainment venues......

It was also during this period that the United Nations began to strike at Iraq in an all-out way, and after the multinational forces bombed Baghdad continuously, Saddam Hussein did not support it for a few days, and this leader with a "100 percent" approval rating fell with a bang. Of course, in the TV report not long ago, some people were still admiring: this guy is in the next big game of chess...... Ahh

Today, in the evening, the news of the end of the war immediately drowned out the Boston shootout, and the fierce battle of Oxtail Island. The main topic of conversation for today's customers is that the guy who played a big game of chess has been pulled out of the cellar with an unkempt beard. As a result, the people of the earth were surprised, wondering if his "big chess" had been played?

At the front of the line, near the entrance of the nightclub, a fashionably dressed woman frequently looked at her watch and repeatedly checked her phone. The men waiting at the door were all ready to move when they saw this scene, but this woman had a strong aura and looked like a goddess with a proud and indifferent face. Her clothes are delicate but not dazzling, but at first glance she is a very bullish and powerful brand. The men were a little lacking in confidence, and they only dared to scratch their heads next to them in order to attract the attention of the other party.

An Feng's body twisted slightly, changed the direction of travel, he walked leisurely and walked to the woman's side, and naturally asked, "He hasn't come yet, there is probably something delayed." ”

The key to accosting a conversation is to use declarative sentences.

The woman couldn't help but reply: "Yes, I haven't called until now, it's really unpunctual......

"It's the same to wait inside," An Feng immediately added.

"But......" The woman hesitated, An Feng immediately smiled toothedly, and said understandingly: "My ticket is also in someone else's hand, so it's better to ...... Shall we go in and wait together? ”

The woman looked An Feng up and down, feeling that it was not dazzling or resistant, she smiled meaningfully: "Okay, let's go in and wait." ”

The woman showed the ticket to the security guard at the door, naturally took An Feng's arm, and easily walked into the nightclub. ”

"You guessed it", An Feng replied without blushing and without a heartbeat.

"Don't have a girlfriend waiting for you?" The woman caught up, and the playful expression on her face deepened.

"What I'm waiting for is you", An Feng didn't think he was numb at all.

The woman giggled, dodged and said, "How so? ”

An Feng explained in a natural tone: "Oh, I was driving by here, and suddenly I saw you waiting for someone, so I thought: Kane, you are also alone when you go home tonight, there happens to be a beautiful lady here, and she is waiting alone." Why don't you ask her for a drink, two separate people get together, and the earth becomes a better place

The woman smiled heartily, and after laughing, she stretched out her hand to An Feng: "Fanny Davis, New York Times fashion reporter. ”

"Kane Andrew, prep doctor......" An Feng grinned toothily and added: "...... I won't get my diploma until next week. ”

Fanny sighed and quickly followed: "Can you get a medical license after two years of internship?" ”

"Yes", An Feng made a bitter look: "I have almost no income in the past two years." ”

Fanny smiled even more, "Kane, you treat me like a child - the interns earn more than me." ”

There are not many people in the nightclub after midnight, but this peak time has passed, and the venue is actually not crowded

Fanny took An Feng and walked towards the bar, saying as she walked, "I just finished writing a manuscript and am going to come out for a few drinks." I made an appointment with a few friends, and it seems that they don't want to come out, no wonder, it's a bit late, tomorrow is a Monday, not a weekend...... Why do you buy drunk at midnight? ”

An Feng shrugged, his eyes searching for his target...... His gaze froze, and the signal was coming from the dancing girl on the pole stage. The thought turned a few times, and An Feng sighed secretly - it's not good to be vicious to women.

"Well, I'm at the end of the continuous exams, and suddenly I'm relaxed, I don't know how to spend time", An Feng casually answered Fanny's question.

"You don't smell of wine, you don't smell of perfume...... You just said you drove through here? The two of them had already sat down at the bar, Fanny looked reserved, An Feng hurriedly interrupted, and he shouted to the bartender: "A glass of martinis." ”

"No," the bartender replied without raising his head: "It's so late, no martinis, no whiskey, just champagne and red wine." ”

Fanny knocked on the table and shouted, "Totti, a martinis, twice, two." ”

Totti lifted his eyelids and glanced at it, then pulled out a bottle of wine from under the counter, pushed it to Fanny, and explained, "This is my private goods." ”

It only took An Feng the blink of an eye to understand the bartender's tricks - midnight show, customers order martini and other strong wines, the bartender does not make much profit, order champagne and red wine, and the bartender can get more tips.

Fanny looked innocent, and while taking the wine bottle, she turned her face and explained to An Feng: "I'm a fashion reporter, I'm familiar with the small entertainment venues on Wall Street, you need tickets in the future, look for me." ”

"I can only say: you need to see a neurologist in two years, find me", the foreigner did not shy away from seeing a doctor, so An Feng responded in the same ridiculous tone.

"Two years is a long time", Fanny said with an unpredictable look in the future.

The ice cubes were put into the wine glasses and jingled, Fanny filled up two glasses of wine with her own hands, the two raised their glasses and touched, An Feng observed the performance on the stage through the reflection of the wine glasses, at this time the performance had come to an end, and the beads of sweat hung on the dancer's body, shining under the light of the fluorescent lights.

Taking a sip of Martini gently, An Feng put down the cup and leaned to Fanny's ear, consciously ambiguously, and said: "With love, two years of embracing each other is actually not long." ”

An Feng's breath blew on Fanny's earlobe, and her face gradually turned red. She grabbed the wine glass and took a sip, and An Feng whispered in her ear again: "What article did you just write?" Will it be in the newspaper tomorrow? Can I read the masterpiece in advance? ”

Communication starts with getting to know each other.

When the dancers on the stage left the stage gently, Fanny was coaxed by An Feng to tell her life, her articles, her work, and ...... Her friends who weren't late.

Ten minutes have passed, there have been three dancers on the stage, An Feng's wine glass has been added once, and he got up apologetically: "Fanny, I'll go to the bathroom." ”

Walking lightly to the bathroom, An Feng looked left and right, saw that no one was paying attention, and flashed to the corridor next to him. The corridor was secluded, and it was filled with staff with nonchalant expressions. An Feng followed the signal and went to the actor's dressing room, putting on an admiring look, leaning against the corridor wall with his back leaning, and looking at the locker room stupidly.

The spiritual power was condensed, and with a flash of divine effort, the scene in the locker room came into view. The target he was tracking had washed all the lead, changed into the costume of the little girl next door, and was about to leave, and the people shuttling around her were all beautiful women who were ready to change their stage costumes, and they had changed their stage costumes, and their breasts were in good shape.

An Feng threw a piece of chewing gum in his mouth, chewed it quickly, and after the little girl next door picked up the bag and said goodbye to the people around her, An Feng adjusted his posture and greeted the door with a smile. The door opened suddenly, and when the little sister next door saw An Feng, she didn't seem to realize that she was looking for her, she walked to the back door indifferently, and An Feng followed without saying a word.

When passing through the back door, An Feng quickly took out the chewing gum in his mouth, and with a flash of his hand, the gum stuck to the door lock. He followed the woman out the back door, and the woman flashed and asked, "Why are you following me?" I'm tired today."

"Ten thousand dollars," An Feng said calmly.

The little girl next door suddenly widened her eyes, she was stunned for a while, shook her head slightly, pointed to the direction of the stage, and said, "At this price, you can find the most popular dancer in it, I'm just a small person." ”

"At eight o'clock this morning, you answered a phone call in a villa somewhere......" An Feng was satisfied to see that the other party's pupils were dilated, and he continued slowly: "Ten thousand dollars, buy you a message, do you know what I want?" ”

The woman began to shiver and seemed to hesitate. An Feng continued to exert pressure: "I am a good person, and I generally don't like to force women. But since I can find you, so can others. You don't want to say this news, I don't force it, but in the future...... I'm afraid you're going to run away. ”

"I don't know anything, really, I don't know at all." The woman was a little hysterical.

"Have you thought about it? Is this the final answer? You know, I'll pay up to $50,000, but if someone else comes to you, I'm afraid you won't see the sun tomorrow. ”

The woman was still shivering, her feet shaking, and it seemed that she wanted to escape but couldn't move her legs. An Feng stepped forward, patted the other party's face gently, stuffed the woman with a piece of paper, and whispered in the other party's ear: "When you think about it, call me, you know, your time is running out." ”

After that, An Feng flashed into the door, and when he closed the door, he took off the gum, and the door lock snapped shut.

With the usual smile and the usual steps, An Feng found his way back, and when he rushed back to the bar, Fanny was straight, her thoughts drifted away, and her eyes were very focused. But the more this happened, the more arrogant her figure became. When An Feng entered the door, a talker left with a wine glass in frustration, and Fanny didn't even glance out of the corner of her eyes as if the other party didn't exist.

An Feng raised his wrist and looked at the tracker in his hand, the speed of the signal increased, and it seemed to be running wildly...... He put away his phone with an indifferent expression, put on a gentle and considerate smile, and walked lightly to the bar

Seeing An Feng returning, Fanny showed a smile, and the iceberg suddenly melted.

"How did it take so long?" Fanny asked lightly.

"It's the first time I've come to this kind of occasion", An Feng's face quickly flashed with the shyness of a suspected student: "The humorous paintings in the bathroom are very interesting, I can't help but look at them one by one, haha, there is a humor written like this."

Fanny showed a look of fascination: "Ah, for many years, I have always wondered what the men's toilet is like, it is a forbidden place for women, but the more I don't know about it, the more itchy I feel...... It turned out that it was almost the same as the women's bathroom. ”

"This is the reporter's bluntness, in fact, I am also curious about the appearance of the women's bathroom, and there are jokes in the women's bathroom?"

"There are no jokes in the women's bathroom, but there are vanity mirrors, and there are a lot of humorous words on the toilet door......

At this time, An Feng leaned close to the other party's ear and asked in a low voice, "Your family, or my family?" ”

Fanny was stunned for a moment, and it took a while to realize what the other party was asking. She smiled and shook her head, refusing, "It's too fast, we just met." ”

An Feng smiled and took out his wallet to check out. This kind of casual get-together and friends who drink together is customary AA system. An Feng paid for his wine, paid the tip by the way, and asked gently: "It's late, I'll send you home?" ”

Fanny was a little stunned, and she replied in a daze: "No, I want to have another drink." ”

"So......" An Feng waved his hand: "See you soon"

It was not until a long time after An Feng left that Fanny came back to her senses, she took a sip of wine, and said angrily and melancholy: "He hasn't left me a phone yet." ”

The conversation was so hot and happy in front of him, who knew that this guy went out and turned his face and was about to leave, what was going on?

Totty, the bartender, came over with his glass, refilled Fanny, and interjected, "He's not your thing."

The glass of wine just now was a little violent, Fanny's head was a little dizzy, and she asked with her eyes blurred, "What do you mean?"

Totti grinned: "You're still a fashion reporter, don't you see his wallet?" ”

"I'm okay to stare at people's wallets, right?" Fanny retorted angrily. After a pause, she asked curiously, "What do you see in his wallet?" ”

Totti continued to wipe his glass and replied, "When the man paid the bill, the wallet was open, and I glanced at it and saw a few ...... A platinum card with a very high credit limit, I even suspect that one card is a signature card. ”

"No way," Fanny shouted, "there are only a few autographed cards in all of New York, and he's so young." ”

"Being young is not contagious, but money can be passed on", adds the bartender Totti, "so I said he is not your thing." I stand at the bar every day and watch people, and I have seen not 100,000 people but 80,000 people, this person ...... This person is special. ”

Totti's voice was low: "...... This is the first time I can't see a person, I feel that his every move is very standard and standardized, but it is not that aristocratic smell, it seems very casual, but it always has a bit of a long-trained taste...... Well, yes, standard. This person's movements are standard, and that's the problem. Do you understand? ”

"I don't understand what you're saying", Fanny was confused.

"I've seen a lot of actors, I've seen a lot of bankers, I've seen a lot of doctors, and the smell of this person is very mixed, with the taste of actors' performances, as well as the pickiness and exquisiteness of bankers...... Of course, he's most likely a doctor, and he's standard-minded and straightforward in life -- he's not the same kind of person as you."

"That's right," Fanny muttered as she took another sip of her wine, "I can't understand his sudden stop." ”

At this time, An Feng was already sitting in the Lincoln car, tracking the signal to the Bronx. The target was in a dilapidated building in the slum, and the large location was not moving, but the small area was constantly moving - presumably packing.

An Feng looked around, this was the police district under the jurisdiction of his woman, and he was embarrassed to be a scourge. He found a camera corner, parked the car on the side of the road, hid his pistol in the palm of his hand from his ankle, walked into the apartment building with unhurried steps, and rang the dancer's doorbell.

"Who? Who's there? The noise in the door suddenly stopped, and after a while, the dancer asked in horror.

"Your guest", An Feng replied calmly.

The dancer screamed. In her memory, this kind of unhurried and unhurried surgeon-like voice had only been encountered in a nightclub just now. It was already her nightmare, and she screamed and shouted, "Don't come here, I'll call the police." ”

This is a slum, and the inhabitants are more indifferent than one can imagine. Even if the dancer screams in the middle of the night, no one in the corridor probes out. So An Feng calmly knocked on the door again: "Let's talk...... Would you like to talk like this, or would you like me to come in? ”

"No", the dancer is still in hysteria.

An Feng continued to use a calm tone, unhurried, and said, "Don't be like this, take a deep breath, come, breathe, take a deep breath." Okay, calm down, think about it, am I going to hurt you? ”

I didn't hurt you just now, okay?

The dancer continued to take a deep breath, and suddenly felt that An Feng was very talkative, so she leaned against the crack of the door and asked, "You, how did you find me?" ”

"Do you think it's a secret?" An Feng asked rhetorically, and then took a step forward: "Do you think this way of talking is appropriate?" ”

The dancer hesitated, pondered, calculated, she held the doorknob in her hand, and repeatedly weighed in her heart: Can this door be opened?