When Brookett said this, he still felt a little ashamed in his heart.

Although he has also visited the red light district, but now the other party is a counter-terrorism elite from China, and taking the initiative to take them to the red light district will definitely damage the image of the national counter-terrorism center.

For Brookett, a staunch patriot, this was an unforgivable sin, and even Ivanovsky's rhetoric was unforgivable.

But he never expected that Dewey actually laughed when he heard his words, and said, "Yes, I know, nightclubs." ”

The chicken thief in the house also came out when he heard this, and said with a smile: "Mr. Brookett, you have come at a good time, and we are just about to ask you, I don't know if there is anything to recommend?" ”

Brookett was stunned, the prepared rhetoric was useless at all, and the Huaxia anti-terrorist team members directly agreed to come down, letting him stay there for a while, not knowing what to say next.

"Mr. Brookett?" Dewey shouted.

"Oh oh, I'm sorry, I was just thinking about ......"

Brookett talked for a long time, but he didn't say that he was ugly.

Dewey saw through his mind and said with a smile: "Mr. Brookett, you don't think we're going to a nightclub to do something, do you?" It's a better place to listen to information, you know? ”

Brookett took a deep breath, he is worthy of being the captain of the Chinese anti-terrorism team, the level is not ordinary, look at this excuse, it is the same as Deputy Director Ivanovsky, it seems that he still needs to learn more.

"Yes, yes, of course I understand, and that's what I mean," Brookett nodded repeatedly, "I was just thinking about which store is easier to find out the information, hehe, you know......"

Listening to Brookett's ambiguous laughter, the chicken thief whispered: "Xian'er, you have made it clear to him, why is he still laughing so lewdly?" ”

"He can think whatever he wants."

Dewey shrugged his shoulders indifferently, his body was not afraid of the shadow, no matter what he thought.

The three of them left the hotel, and before they got into the car, Brookett's cell phone rang.

Brookett had already confirmed that neither of Dewey could speak Sach, so he didn't deliberately avoid them, made an apologetic gesture, and then took out his phone and walked to the side and connected the phone.

The call came from Ivanovsky, who had just answered and asked, "Brookett, did they agree to your invitation?" ”

"Mr. Ivanovsky, I'm about to report to you."

In fact, he had long since forgotten about the report, but he had to say so, and Brookett continued: "They have agreed, and even if I don't go to them, they are about to look for me." ”

On the other end of the phone, Ivanovsky laughed.

His speculation was completely correct, Dewey was a second generation who came to gild. The second generation in the world is the same, as long as they are served well, there will definitely be no more trouble.

"Good. Brookett, now it's time to start your mission with some adjustments. Ivanovsky said.

Brookett paused and asked, "How do you need to adjust it?" ”

"Don't worry, it's very simple, you can take them wherever they want to play, you can play how you want, you just need to accompany them and meet their requirements. By the way, don't forget to pay for them, and keep a record of the places you've visited. Ivanovsky said.

"Why, can I know?" Brookett asked, confused.

"You don't need to know, just do what I say."

After Ivanovsky finished speaking, he hung up the phone, leaned comfortably on the sofa, took a coffee and took a sip slowly.

"Okay, now that no one is looking for trouble, I can relax for a while......"

Many people in the Republic of Sark believe in Islam, but it is not a religious country, but a secular country, and night clubs that are strictly forbidden in religious countries are common here.

The night club where Brookett took Dewey and the chicken thief was the largest nightclub in Chillett, and the sound of heavy metal music could be heard coming from inside before he even entered the door.

"This is the biggest nightclub in Shymte, and you can get any news here." Brookett gave Dewey an ambiguous "you know" look.

"That's great, I love this kind of place." Dewey said with a smile and followed Brookett inside.

It's no different from other nightclubs, with dim lighting, energetic music, and hotly dressed beauties, making people feel like they're drunk as soon as they come in.

"We want a private room?" Brookett asked aloud, unable to suppress the loud music.

"No need, the bar will do, I think it's good there."

Dewey stretched out his finger.

Brookett looked in the direction of his finger and saw a sexy Russian beauty sitting at the bar drinking, and immediately laughed knowingly and said, "It's really good, you really have a vision." ”

Dewey knew he was mistaken, and without explaining it to Brookett, he walked over with the chicken thief, sat down not far from the beautiful woman, and said to the bartender, "Three beers." ”

"Right away."

The bartender quickly brought three beers, and Dewey took one by one and drank it slowly.

"Why, why don't you go and inquire?" Brookett raised his chin at the Russian beauty.

"Don't worry, let's take a look first." Dewey smiled.

Brookett looked clear, stretched out his thumb to Dewey, and said: "Don't fight a battle of insecurity, I admire you Chinese people for this." ”

Dewey frowned, took a sip of his wine glass slowly, and said, "Brookett, you said the wrong thing, I'm not a Huaxia person now, and don't compare me with those damn Huaxia people." ”

Only then did Brookett remember that Dewey and the others were now wearing makeup, without the characteristics of a Chinese, and his current identity was a minority in northwest China who had just joined the Saxon Republic, and his name was Amat.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot about it," Brookett quickly apologized and explained, "Actually, the Chinese are very popular here. ”

Dewey understood what he meant, and the reason why the Chinese were popular here was nothing more than because they were rich. And it's not just Chinese people, as long as they are rich, they will always be the popular objects of night clubs.

He didn't answer, and cast his gaze on the crowd, as if looking for something.

"Doesn't he like sexy things?" Seeing that Dewey's gaze did not linger on the Russian beauty, Brookett couldn't help but guess.

Dewey looked at it for a while, and then suddenly said to the bartender, "Bring me a bottle of whiskey." ”

The bartender handed over the wine, and Dewey stood up with the wine and walked over to a table.

Brookett wanted to follow, but was stopped by the chicken thief and said, "Give him some personal space." ”

"Oh, I see, I see."

Brookett suddenly realized that Dewey had found his target, and couldn't help but look in the direction where Dewey was walking.

No

It didn't matter, but Brookett almost fell out of his chair.

It was a table of minority customers, and that wasn't why Brookett was scared, the real reason was that the table was full of men.

"Does he like men?"

Brookett suddenly felt sick all over.

Dewey walked up to the table and asked with a smile in the minority language, "Friends, can I sit here?" ”

Everyone at the table looked over, and one of them said, "We don't know you, do we?" ”

"Haven't we known each other after drinking?" Dewey raised the whiskey in his hand.

"I'm sorry, we're not interested." The man unceremoniously refused.

"Don't get me wrong, my friend. I just arrived in Shymt and just wanted to make a few more friends. Dewey said.

"But we don't want to." The man still refused.

"Forget Bayi, let him sit down, they are all people of the same clan." Someone next to him persuaded.

"yes, we should help each other, shouldn't we?" Another said.

The man named Bayi groaned for a moment and said, "Okay, you sit down." But before that, shouldn't you introduce yourself? ”

"Of course," Dewey put the bottle on the table, "my name is Amat, and I've just come to Sack from that damn place in China, and now work at the Chimut Refinery. By the way, I've already become a Sark citizen. ”

"That damn place in Huaxia?" Bayi raised an eyebrow.

"yes, that damn place, I didn't want to be there for a long time, I'm so happy to be able to leave that disgusting country." Dewey said exaggeratedly.

"If that's the case, then please leave, you're not welcome."

Bai made a gesture of please, but this time no one interceded for Dewey, and they all looked at him indifferently, and there seemed to be some hostility in their eyes.

"What does that mean, don't you think so?" Dewey asked innocently.

"Of course not," said Bayi impatiently, "what you think is your problem, we have no right to change your mind, but I tell you that it is my country, and I will not allow you to insult it like that!" ”

"Let's go, boy, let's let you go today, if we hear another sentence just now, you can wait to be beaten."

"Don't bother us here, get out!"

"Fool brainwashed by Dongtu!"

The others also spoke ill of each other, and Dewey carefully observed that their expressions did not seem to be fake, and knew that he had met a patriot.

In fact, there is nothing to make a fuss about, only a few people in the Northwest Autonomous Region are bewitched by the Eastern Map, and most people are still of the same heart as Huaxia.

However, Dewey did not leave, but said coldly: "I think you are the ones who have been brainwashed, don't you know that Huaxia has been oppressing our people......

"Shut your stinky mouth for me!"

Bayi jerked Dewey's words, jumped up from his seat, and punched Dewey.

This punch came out with anger, but in Dewey's eyes, it was full of flaws, and he could come up with more than a dozen ways to crack it in an instant.

However, Dewey did not block or fight back, but let Bayi's fist hit his cheek, and then rolled over and fell to the ground.

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