The hustle and bustle of the city is shrouded in night, and office workers who have been busy all day have taken off their masks of hypocrisy, and in the world of Westerners, who value human rights and personal privacy, after-work time is completely private.

From basketball, baseball, and rugby to gay bars for men and women, to pole dancing bars with a sultry night, there's something for everyone in Los Angeles at night.

The strange reception method of the 'Minai Bar' was gradually adapted to by the people around them, who originally thought that the method of guessing the card was just to attract the curiosity of customers, and maybe it would end this boring game after a while, and many curious guests also wanted to find out, but unfortunately the strong man at the door of the 'Minai Bar' still had that cold face, and never let the drinkers who guessed the pattern behind the card not go. This disappointed the curious guests and gradually forgot about the 'Minai Bar', after all, this is not the only bar on the whole street, isn't it? And those strangely dressed guests who were able to enter the 'Minai Bar' were also regarded as outliers.

The night is getting darker, the light boxes at the door of the surrounding bars are lit up one by one, and tonight's weird 'Minai Bar' looks very special, there is a handsome man in a white suit standing at the door, the handsome cheeks, and the evil smile on the face, so that the passing women frequently look sideways, this handsome face and those popular handsome guys in Hollywood are not too much.

As the host of tonight's auction, Bosesa stood at the door of the 'Minai Bar' early. Whether or not this auction can be continued, tonight's opening show is quite crucial.

'Buzz buzz...' There was a roar of the motors of high-powered locomotives at the corner of the street, and Bothesa saw thirty Harley-Davidson locomotives coming towards her from a distance, and her eyes lit up, and she recognized the faces of the people who came. Led by a bald man. The upper body is only wearing a black suit, the buttons are open, the placket is swaying in the wind, the hunting sound is not worn, and the hideous tattoos on the explosive muscles make people look wild. What's even more strange is that this strong man is still wearing a black tie. The group looked like a group of Harley enthusiasts. The appearance of this group of wild men has attracted the attention of many rotten women.

This person is the heroic figure of the werewolf race, the high-ranking werewolf who claims to have the blood of ten vampire marquis on his hands, and the strongest werewolf - Rondo.

Just as the rotten girls were drooling as they looked at the group of muscular men riding Harleys, there was a commotion on the other side of the street, and six black Rolls-Royce cars drove towards this direction, with two small flags on the front of the cars, one of which was the flags of some European countries. On the other side is the family coat of arms, which represents the status of nobility. From these luxuries to the apex of Rollsras, it can be determined that the identity of the person must be the aristocracy of Europe, the United States, the Allied country that participated in the middle of World War II, although it reaped enough benefits in World War II and allowed this emerging country to turn the world around, but that short national history is undoubtedly an indelible criticism of the Americans. There is no deep heritage. There is no aristocracy in the rest of Europe. Although the economy is developed, the rich people in the United States are just nouveau riche in the eyes of some old European families. And the rich in the United States sniffed at the aristocrats who were pretending to be pretentious. The guys who think that these poor are only the ones who have their identities. also maintains a pretentious face all the time.

After all, among those aristocrats in Europe, although there are many powerful figures, most of the declining aristocrats are just ordinary white-collar workers' living standards.

These two groups of people appeared at the same time, as if as expected by Posesa, six black Rolls-Royces. Such a stylish convoy, and the family emblem that marks the nobility, who else is there besides the Marquis of Fernando?

Two groups of people parked their cars at the same time in front of the 'Minai Bar'. These two completely different convoys made the pedestrians who stopped to watch talk a lot.

The brawny Harley was parked at the door, led by the Harley convoy, the strong man in a black suit. Glancing with contempt at the six black Rolls-Royces parked next to them. "Humph! Pretentious vampires, sooner or later Lao Tzu will pull your fangs off! Brownor cursed.

After the six black Rolls-Royces were parked, the entourage on the co-pilot got out of the car first, and the entourage in a black Armani suit respectfully opened the car door for the owner sitting in the back seat, and six handsome beautiful men who seemed not to belong to the world walked out of the car, all six of them were dressed in formal suits, the bronzing suit was mysterious, and the ruby cuffs were so luxurious that they were suffocating.

Brownor's voice is not small, how can a vampire, who is also a dark creature, not hear. Among the six beautiful men, there was a man with curly blond hair who was the most handsome, and his face sank. "The savage mad dog really doesn't know what cultivation is... But for the mad dog's provocation, I'm also looking forward to adding a few more wolf skins to my collection. The handsome blonde man whispered.

"Fernando! If it's a man, just fight me! Brownor exclaimed.

Fernando turned his head disdainfully and greeted Portesa, ignoring the strong man who was more than two meters tall. The highest level of contempt is ignorance, and Brownor gritted his back molars and hissed as a beast!

Although Fernando is handsome, he is still somewhat self-aware of his own strength, and Brownor is a pure beast, if he really goes head-to-head, the winner is five or five. The delicate and expensive Fernando didn't want to try the taste of Frondo's claws.

The angry Brownor suddenly provoked a sneer at the corner of his mouth, "Hahahaha... I forgot, you vampires! I guess I've forgotten how to use that thing below, right? Hahahaha..."

Fernando's face sank, "Hmph! Stupid barbarians! With a curse, he led the other Bloods into the 'Minai Bar'.

Posesa, the initiator, with a formulaic smile on her face, stood in the doorway, laughing and talking to the dark creatures that came one after another.

Under the cover of night, pedestrians came and went to see this scene in amazement and discussed.

"Damn! Masquerade? Make no mistake, right? ”

"Bikes? Dresser bikes? Depend on! Where to get antiques! ”

Before the surprised eyes of the crowd subsided, a 'kick and tap' sound of horses' hooves came from a distance, and a black carriage of medieval style slowly drove by, the black carriage. Decorated with gold, the four black horses are extraordinary. The black reins were inlaid with diamonds the size of glass balls, and the groom in a black top hat twitched the whip in his hand. The four black horses slowly stopped at the door of the 'Minai Bar', and the puppet-like coachman stepped out of the car stiffly. Walked to the front of the car with empty eyes and opened the door mechanically. A noblewoman in a black evening dress lifted her leg and got out of the car. The girdle stretched the lady's figure out of the delicate curve, and squeezed the two white balls of flesh like balloons filled with water, and walked with turbulent waves.

The smile in Posesha's eyes was even more palpable, the dark wizard on the Dryth's bicycle, the witch in the carriage, and the bounty hunter dressed like a cowboy from the West. It's like a Halloween masquerade. As the protagonist of the world of "Detective Hell", John. Naturally, Konstantin will not be absent from this rare scene.

Chas sitting in a taxi. Kramer looked at the big people who entered the 'Minai Bar' one after another, and exclaimed from time to time. "John! Those are vampires, right? Depend on! Those big guys are werewolves! A wizard on an antique bicycle? No way? And the witches who came in a carriage? Wow! Really? So big? It can't be a facelift, right? "Chas. Kramer spoke to the bigwigs who were in and out of the 'Minay Bar'.

John sitting in the back seat. Konstantin did not rush to get out of the car, but sat in the car smoking a cigarette and waited for his mentor Fat. Hannison entered with him.

'Whew' John. Constantine. Spit out a puff of smoke rings, and these big shots fell on John. Konstantin's eyes did have a different face, the eyes that could see through angels and demons, allowing him to see the true face of these big men dressed up.

Behind it were a pair of bat-winged bats, a vampire with fangs, and a werewolf covered in thick fur. The witch who dressed like a sexy lady fell on John. Konstantin's eyes were another kind of dignity, a rickety body. The layers of wrinkles on the face were covered by dense pockmarks, and the two things on the chest. Like a sun-dried turnip, John. Konstantin lost his appetite.

"The appearance is that it can deceive people's eyes, that old witch is at least three hundred years old! I didn't expect you to have such a heavy taste and like the feeling that you can't grasp with one hand? Juvenile? "John. Konstantin quipped.

As soon as he heard the true age of the fiery noblewoman, Chas. Kramer curled his neck and exclaimed; "Who says I like big balls? I'm determined to be the strongest bounty hunter in Chas. Kramer! How could you possibly like these things! ”

John. Konstantin looked at the little guy's red face, smiled and said, "Those things that look good." Not necessarily true! What you see in front of you is probably the most foolish! ”

"Yes, bounty hunters believe in their hearts! It says in this book. By the way, can you take me in? Please, John! Today is a once-in-a-century event! I will be the heir to your mantle in the future! Take me in and see the world!! "Chas. Kramer came up with the idea of sneaking into the 'Minai Bar' again.

"Old rules! If the werewolf guarding the door lets you in, I won't stop you, no more! Isn't your Big Sister Nissa the majority shareholder of the 'Minai Bar'? Wouldn't it be more useful to beg her? I'm here tonight with that drunkard from Fate. I don't know where he got a staff. I want to come over and join in the fun! "John. Konstantin said lightly.

At the mention of Nissa's name, Chas. Kramer was like a deflated ball. Pouted, "Although Sister Nissa looks very easy to speak, when her face sinks, I feel furious when I see it!" She's not going to let me in..."Chase . Kramer said helplessly. Originally, after knowing that Nissa was the majority shareholder of 'Minai', he was going to use Nisha's name last time to deceive the werewolf who was guarding the door, but he didn't know that instead of succeeding, he was thrown out in embarrassment.

At this moment, the drunken Fat. Hennison walked over to the taxi and knocked on the window. "Yo, did you come early enough? Every time you perform a mission, you also have a lot of good things, why don't you take them out for auction? Maybe you can get a good price? "Fate. Hennison said with a snort of wine.

John. Konstantin gave the drunkard a blank look, "What about you?" I know, you haven't been on a mission in years, where did that thing come from? Are you going to sell it for a drink? ”

Fate. Hennison laughed dryly, "It's just a favor for a friend, I'll help someone else sell it!" Hurry up and get in, or you won't even have a place to sit later! ”

John. Konstantin didn't believe Fate. Hennison's nonsense must have come from the Bounty Hunters Association. (To be continued......)

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