Chapter 30: The speakeasy in the old town of Rome

Curator Yagob pushed open the heavy iron door of the speakeasy and descended a narrow staircase to the dimly lit basement below.

In front of the heavy cotton curtain at the entrance of the bar venue, a half~ naked fiery red-haired prostitute ~ woman is sucking with two ruffians with weird tattoos and green moxican hair**!

The deafening heavy metal music in the bar is already clear here.

The three goods in front of the entrance saw Curator Yagob coming over as if they had seen aliens, staring at the curator with curious eyes presumptuously, staring at the curator so hard that they even forgot to suck it!

Curator Yagob looked at the three ruffians as if he had not seen them, and walked straight past them, lifted the curtain and walked in.

The fiery red-haired half~naked prostitute~ woman didn't know what was in her heart, and spat viciously at the back of Director Yagob. Then I didn't know what to say to the two ruffians in front of me, and the three sluts laughed heartlessly together with a sharp voice. That unbridled laughter is as disgusting as it gets!

But at this point, Director Yagob seemed to be deaf and could not hear at all, and he walked past the heavy cotton curtains, and was immediately surrounded by the deafening heavy metal music.

In the crowded and dimly lit dance floor in front of him, all kinds of demons and men writhed indulgently to the wild music under the dazzling beam lights, as if a group of demons were dancing.

Director Yagob squeezed over from the edge of the dance floor, and in the table and chair area on the side, some people were drinking, some were a**, some were lying on the table and taking drugs, and some people shamelessly picked up their clothes in public and made love directly. There is any ugliness!

For these, Director Yagob was able to turn a blind eye, which shows that his concentration is extraordinary, he took a lot of effort to squeeze to the bar, find an empty seat and sit down, he snapped his fingers to the young bartender who was only wearing Ding~Word~ pants and said, "Hi beauty, come here!" ”

The bartender lady who was only wearing Ding ~ word ~ pants turned around when she heard this, this thing didn't wear a shirt and only had two crimson nipple stickers, she stood up like a pumpkin-like Hao ~ Milk came over and said, "What do you want daddy!" ”

Her words immediately caused the surrounding drinkers to burst into laughter.

"Have a cup of 'God's blood'!" Curator Yagob was unmoved, took out ten euros from his pocket and reached out and stuffed it into the young bartender's ding~word~ pants, and smiled obscenely.

"Baby, coming soon!" Almost all~ The naked young bartender licked ~ her scarlet lips at Curator Yagob and turned her body.

The old and uncultivated Curator Yagob slapped loudly on her bare fart~ thighs, "Oh! The bartender exclaimed exaggeratedly.

The people in front of the bar immediately burst into laughter, and Director Yagob quickly blended into the atmosphere of the place, and no one thought he was special anymore.

The "Blood of God" was soon brought to Curator Yagob, the name of the wine sounding gimmicky, but it was nothing more than a wine mixed with spirits and some secret spices.

Curator Yagob paid, and instead of drinking it right away, he shook the glass to let the ice inside melt faster. He tilted his head to look at the other side of the bar, where there was a small stage on which a dark-haired girl was doing a striptease.

The dancing girl is in good shape, her dancing posture is very seductive ~ bewildering, and she is surrounded by lustful people, and the reward money is thrown on the stage like paper. Even the men drinking at the bar were drawn over.

At this time, a demonic silver-haired woman sat down quietly beside Curator Yagob, and she said quietly, "Sweetheart, can you invite me to have a drink?" ”

Curator Yagob glanced at her curiously and said, "Okay, you can drink this cup first!" ”

"Thank you sweetheart, you're so nice!" The silver-haired woman took it unceremoniously and drank it dry in one gulp.

"Good amount of alcohol!" Curator Yagob praised, "But do you know the name of this wine?" ”

The silver-haired beauty looked at him and said, "I don't know." ”

"This is the 'blood of God', the blood of God!" Curator Yagob said quietly.

The silver-haired woman nodded and smiled, "Then I'll have another drink!" Suddenly, she lowered her voice and said quickly, "What's the news?" ”

Director Yagob laughed loudly, "Pull another cup of 'God's blood' for this beauty!" He whispered in the ear of the silver-haired woman, "Tonight the seventeenth page headline of the Italian Corriere della Sera!" With that, he pulled out a few euros and slapped them on the bar, and Director Yagob stood up and walked to the door of the speakeasy.

The silver-haired woman tilted her head and glanced at the back of Director Yagob's departure, then retracted her gaze, took the "blood of God" in front of her and drank it all, then got up, went directly around the bar, walked to the back, came to the storage room, walked up a narrow staircase upwards, guarded two strong men at the door, saw the silver-haired woman flash to the side directly, and didn't even ask.

The silver-haired woman pushed the door and walked in, and there were four or five big men lying on the sofa at the door, and when she saw the silver-haired woman coming in, she just glanced up, and continued to wipe the gun in her hand.

The room was divided into two, and the silver-haired woman walked past the sofa to the door of the inner room, and knocked on the door.

A majestic voice immediately sounded inside, "Who is it?" ”

"Master, it's me, Ellie!" The silver-haired woman replied.

"Come in!" The person inside said majestically.

Ellie, a silver-haired woman, gently pushed the door open and walked inside.

Inside is a small and somewhat messy office, and on the desk sits a disheveled bewitching girl, who is wearing black silk ~ socks on her feet with her sexual~sensual legs.

On the boss's chair behind the desk lay a yellow-faced man in his forties, still dressed in a very serious suit and leather shoes on a hot day, and his silver hair was combed back neatly. He also wore a yellow tie around his neck, which made his yellow face look even more yellow.

He was smoking a big Havana cigar at the moment, and he was slowly puffing out the smoke ring, and when he saw the silver-haired woman come in, he lifted her puffy eyelids and asked, "Is there something wrong?" ”

The silver-haired woman glanced at the woman in silk ~ stockings on the desk and said nothing.

"Mai Rui, you go out first!" The man in the suit waved at the silk ~ sock girl and said.

Hearing this, the silk ~ stocking girl hurriedly jumped off the desk with her skirt, ran out of the office barefoot.

"Curator Yagob has leaked a little news!" The silver-haired woman waited for the silk ~ stocking girl to close the door before speaking.

"What did he say!" The man in the suit asked with a tense expression.

"He didn't say it explicitly, just asked me to read the headline on the seventeenth page of tonight's Corriere della Sera." The silver-haired woman replied truthfully.

The man in the suit frowned, picked up his mobile phone on the table, dialed a number, and after connecting, he said majestically, "I'm looking for it, Editor-in-Chief Escher!" ”

A young woman's voice on the phone asked, "How do I tell him......"

"Let's just talk about Stark. Tangral wants to know what is the headline of the seventeenth edition of Corriere della Sera Italia tonight! With that, the man in the suit hung up the phone.

Soon there was a call on his mobile phone, and the man in the suit pressed the answer, and the voice of a man on the other end of the phone was a man who was sincerely afraid, "Master, I'm sorry I wasn't in the office just now, and I didn't bring my mobile phone!" ”

"Please tell me what you want to know, Editor-in-Chief Escher!" The man in the suit said majestically.

"I'm sorry host, but tonight the headline on the seventeenth page of Corriere della Sera is 'The Holy Grail of Tomorrow will be on display in the Vatican Museums for three days, and believers will not miss the opportunity to pay homage'."

"Good!" The man in the suit immediately hung up the phone after hearing this, and he wrinkled his brows and said to himself, "Vatican Museums, the Holy Grail?" Do you say ......"

The silver-haired woman stood honestly in front of him, and said as if she didn't seem to be sure, "Could it be that the Holy Grail is the clue?" ”

"Quite possibly!" The man in the suit perked up, nodded and said, as he re-grabbed his phone and made a call, and while waiting, he waved to the silver-haired woman, "Tell me to get ready!" ”

"It's the master!" The silver-haired woman replied respectfully, and with that, she turned and walked out of the office.

When she walked out of the office door, the man in the suit just connected the phone, only to hear him say in a polite tone, "Bishop Josephine, I'm Stark,......"

Mr. Yagob, the director of the National Museum of Castel Sant'Angelo, walked leisurely on the green space of Borghese Park, at this time he had taken off his cool hat to reveal his bare head, at this time he seemed to be tired of walking, threw his cool hat on the grass, and sat down as a cushion ~ strand.

His hands were propped up behind his back, enjoying the peaceful afternoon sun, and although it was summer, the sun on the Apennines Peninsula was not hot, but rather lazy.

Nearby, there were many people sunbathing in blankets.

Curator Yagob seemed to be really tired, so he lay down and narrowed his eyes.

As he was enjoying the daylight, he had no idea that on top of an old attic on the west side of the green space of Parque Borghese stood a tall figure, dressed in a cool trench coat, but the attraction was that he was wearing a metal mask.

At this time, the Man in the Iron Mask was holding a telescope and staring at the ignorant Director Yagob, letting out a cold laugh.

Behind the Man in the Iron Mask, a huge black bat flapped its wings lazily, as if the daytime sunlight was annoying to it!

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