Peggy invited Zhou Qingfeng to participate in the masquerade party held at the 'Happy Monkey' bar that night, and Uncle Zhou readily agreed. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

If you don't agree, the more information Zhou Qingfeng has, the more he feels that the situation between the police and bandits in Chicago is weird. In particular, he swept the gangsters in the Kenwood neighborhood once, and saw a large number of obscure text messages on the mobile phones of various villains, which did not say anything specifically, but always mentioned that something big might happen recently.

The street gangsters are well-informed, they say that something will happen, that is, something really will happen.

And Zhou Qingfeng hates 'big things', he always hangs on the ending of Helena's suicide in his heart, and he has been thinking about how to tell this girl about meeting her father. He was worried that his butterfly wings would be flapped back and forth, and the clear direction of events would be confused. So he wanted to be with Helena.

Masquerade party, to put it bluntly, join in the fun. Americans like to play all kinds of role-plays, like Superman, Elvis, Sith Warrior and the like are too common, and naturally all kinds of costumes have run out.

Peggy dresses herself up as Catwoman and Helena is Wonder Woman, both of whom only wear three-point underwear, with a convex front and a backward curl, which is so hot. As for Zhou Qingfeng, Peggy suggested that he wear a tight-fitting sportswear to play Bruce Lee, but he sternly refused.

Free people, for Mao, you look at the Chinese and think of Bruce Lee. This concept is too backward and needs to be changed! Our eyes are now global.

When night falls, hundreds of young men dressed in different clothes walk towards the bar, and Leng Buding looks at a sturdy man in front of Helena and Peggy with amazement. And when the man walked to the door of the bar, several tall guards were even a little self-conscious, and did not dare to stand up to stop him.

Because Zhou Qingfeng was wearing an armor helmet, holding a big shield and a short sword in his hand, a flowing red cloak tied around his neck, and only a pair of tight and small pants on his body except for a pair of retro leather boots.

This dress is - Sparta!

When Zhou Qingfeng bought this outfit from the prop store, the owner also reminded him that the Asian figure may not be suitable for wearing this. But when he really walked out of the locker room half-naked, everyone in the whole store had to be dazzled.

Handsome, so* handsome!

Bronzed skin, thick arms, thick chest muscles, eight-pack abs are clear and hard, two thighs are strong and powerful, and even the two or two flesh wrapped in small pants look extremely majestic. Zhou Qingfeng held a sword and a shield to stand in front of people, which perfectly interpreted what is called male beauty.

When Peggy saw Zhou Qingfeng's dress, she screamed on the spot. Helena also couldn't take her eyes off it, no matter how she said 'I don't like the Chinese', she would also admit that the Chinese in front of her was too perfect and very masculine!

In terms of physical fitness, Zhou Qingfeng is still a little proud. He felt that if he wanted to be second in this world, no one would be able to be first.

The shield was made of wood, thick and heavy, with a dozen kilograms, and ordinary people would be tired and panting after holding it for a few minutes. The dagger is also wooden, but it is hard in texture, and there is a whirring wind between swings. Both props are painted in dark gold, and they are very powerful in the hand.

Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's dress, Peggy whispered to Helena: "I kind of regret inviting him to tonight's masquerade." As soon as he went out like this, I could imagine a large wave of rivals about to pounce. My chances of hooking him off are drastically reduced. ”

"Don't worry, the chances of success won't decrease." Helena comforted, but she added another sentence in her heart, 'The probability of success is zero anyway, and no matter how low it is, it will not be negative'.

When the 'Spartan' version of Zhou Qingfeng appeared, it really caused quite a stir. Compared to the other pot-bellied Hulk, the double-chin Spider-Man, and the bald Gandalf, he is simply blind.

And when I entered the bar, it was really a lot of exhibitionist women screaming and pounced. In the dim and unknown light, no one could see what Zhou Qingfeng looked like, anyway, countless hands touched him. The woman who had a wave simply came to grab the middle of his legs, pinched a few handfuls and screamed a few times, and never got tired of it.

Zhou Qingfeng is also crazy, occasionally he raises his shield high, wields a short sword, and yells 'Sparta' in a deep voice. He was going to cover the entire bar's stereo, causing more women to go crazy for him.

Peggy, who was dressed as Catwoman, stood aside, and the whole person was listless, she would regret that she had died and brought Zhou Qingfeng out. No matter how stupid she is, she understands that she and the man in front of her are afraid that it is unlikely that it will be true - there are too many shameless Bichi, and the competition is too fucking fierce.

And Helena, who pretended to be Wonder Woman, still remembered her work, and after a few glances at Zhou Qingfeng who was showing around, she took out a walkie-talkie from her underwear, pressed the call button and said, "Bob, I'm in." ”

There was a burst of electricity on the intercom, and there was a sound of senior FBI agent William. Bob's voice, "Our guys are ready outside the bar, and if there's danger, we'll rush in to save you." Hope you get all the way and good luck. ”

"Thank you." After the call, Helena walked to the backstage of the bar, and her task today was to find a way to enter Chris's office in the bar and find the incriminating evidence that could send Chris to prison.

And in a field car outside the bar, William. Bob was giving a mobilization speech, "Listen, it's an easy task. Our target tonight is Chris, the longtime drug boss on Chicago's West Side. If it goes well, this guy will spend the rest of his life in prison. ”

Under the cold lights in the car, the FBI's senior agent William . Bob wore body armor with FBI logos, long and short firearms, and made arrangements for the actions of more than a dozen members of his team with a serious expression.

"Chris 'Greyfang' is a pretty cunning guy, we've been eyeing him for three years and only recently got a chance to capture him. This time we have a dedicated undercover agent to provide clues, and once the chain of evidence is complete, we will move immediately to arrest Chris, the bastard. ”

The dozen or so FBI operatives in front of me were well-armed and well-trained. And that's not all the manpower for this operation, William. In order to be sure, Bob mobilized more than a dozen large and small vehicles and hundreds of personnel to set up.

And also near the bar, another group of people are also gearing up. A black man in a colorful turban wielded a pistol and waved it incessantly, encouraging his more than 30 villain gunmen to say, "Chris is finished, his backstage no longer shelters him, and no one can save him." We'll rush in and kill that guy later, and we'll own the West Side of Chicago. ”

"Oh yes......!" More than thirty villains let out a rabble of rabble, all of them excited. In order to get themselves excited, some people even took drugs on the spot to absorb powder, and suddenly they were full of energy and fearless.

And inside the bar, Chris with a large number of his subordinates is ready. He held a gun in one hand and a remote control in the other, and looked coldly at the several monitors in front of him, which were full of images taken by surveillance probes around the bar, "Whoever dares to be my enemy, I will let him be finished!" ”

At this time, Uncle Zhou was still playing his roaring game - Sparta on the dance floor of the bar! (To be continued.) )