That night, arrondissement 17, Polestar Bar.

The colorful magic ball lights, the music so loud that you can't make out the melody, the people who writhe their bodies on the dance floor, for everyone here, this is a place for them to forget all their troubles, just feel their own existence, as long as you enter the door here, everything in the outside world has nothing to do with you anymore.

If you can't get your hands on it, there's a set menu for the bar.

For example, the small white pills that can only be bought on the black market.

How does that old saying come about?

It only takes one to make you feather and ascend to immortality.

And at this moment, the hawkers have locked on their goal for tonight.

A short-haired woman lying on the bar counter with a strange suitcase beside her, her eyes were misty, her cheeks were crimson, and she was obviously a little overwhelmed.

And these characteristics are enough to peddle the forbidden old fritters to deduce her basic information.

Outlanders, and most likely stowaways.

The 17th arrondissement on the border is such a place, the people inside are always trying to go out to pan for gold, and the people from the "outside" are desperately trying to get in.

But what's the use of coming in?

Without legal status, they could not find a place to live, so they had to wander the streets with heavy suitcases.

The drug dealers seem to be able to see through the short-haired woman with just a glance - disillusioned with surviving in the 17th District, they arrive here with their suitcases and what little money they have left.

Because the Polestar Bar always helps you forget all your worries.

"You said you wanted to drink?"

The short-haired woman's confused gaze shifted to the black suitcase next to the chair, "No, no, you're not old enough to drink." ”

Talking to the suitcase, are you already hallucinating?

A sad smile could not help but appear on the drug dealer's face, and this woman exuded the breath of a big fat sheep all over her body.

It doesn't seem to have much money, so the face should be original, and if it is used as a gimmick, it may be able to capture a lot of distinguished guests if it is sent to the night market.

He doesn't know why those rich and powerful people are so "original", but as long as they can make money, he is happy that those people have as many fetishes as possible.

The drug dealer saw the opportunity, sat down next to the short-haired woman, ordered two glasses of liquor from the boss, and while the short-haired woman did not see it, he powdered the pills in his hand and put them in one of the glasses.

The bartender, who witnessed all this, instead of giving a warning, threw a malicious look at the drug dealer.

When the guests sitting at the bar saw the drug dealer coming, they also drank all the wine in their cups and hurriedly left this place of right and wrong.

"You look a little troubled by this beautiful young lady."

The same words, but they were very effective for those who had just arrived in the seventeenth district and had no relatives, and he pushed the drugged liquor over, "Come, I invite you to have a drink." ”

"Thanks, thanks, but I've had too much to drink today."

The short-haired woman turned her face sideways, pursed her lips and smiled, and when she met the fiery pupils, the drug dealer who thought that she had read countless women was also stunned, and the pupils seemed to have a breathtaking power, which made his heartbeat slow down by half a beat.

Need!

That's all that the drug dealer has left in his mind.

If you can introduce her to the night club, you can definitely make a lot of money!

"It's so uncomfortable, I'm going back-"

Because of her drunkenness, the short-haired woman prolonged her final note when she spoke, and although she said that she was going back, her eyelids drooped, and her eyes were staring at the liquor handed by the drug dealer.

The drug dealer winked at the bartender, who immediately comprehended the tablet with a short-haired woman's drinking list.

It's obviously not the first time the two have worked together like this.

"One, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, thousand, well......"

The woman counted the numbers on the list, and after a long time, she seemed to realize what the numbers meant, "W-That's not right, I haven't ordered so much at all." ”

"Miss, the two glasses of wine you ordered just now are high-end goods that can only be bought on the black market, not to mention that the bills are all billed by a sophisticated system, how can it be wrong?"

"You must be mistaken, I—I didn't order any of this at all."

"Miss, you don't think you're trying to repay your debts, are you?"

The bartender's eyes were gloomy, he knew that one look at the smuggled people from the "outside world" was enough to scare them into a loss, "This is the seventeenth district. ”

"Don't get excited, I think this beautiful young lady is here for the first time."

The drug dealer immediately acted as a peacemaker and said, "Well, I'll settle her drink money." ”

"Really? You're such a nice guy. ”

"You may not know that if you don't have money in the 17th district, you can't move an inch."

The drug dealer pretended to settle the bill, and put one hand on the short-haired woman's exposed shoulder, and he gently pinched it, carefully feeling the delicate touch of the woman's skin.

"I happen to know that there is a place with a good salary that will definitely allow you to make a decent living in the 17th arrondissement."

"No, no, I have something else to do."

"It's okay to take a look."

He wouldn't let such a big fat sheep slip away under his nose, "Obedient, drink this glass of wine, and come with me, I promise that your life will change tomorrow." ”

"I really don't need to."

The short-haired woman looked embarrassed.

However, the drug dealer did not intend to let go, but increased the force in his hand, "Trust me......"

"It's all said and done, no need!"

The short-haired woman suddenly raised her voice, and the forgetful guests on the dance floor were pulled back to reality, casting inquiring glances at the bar.

The drug dealer's face changed, he didn't want to cause too much commotion, since the law enforcers in the seventeenth district changed their heads, their living space has been compressed a lot.

Since the soft ones can't work, they can only come to the hard ones.

He glanced at the bartender again, but this time, instead of answering him, the bartender stepped back in horror and pointed at his arm with all his might, opening his mouth but not making a sound.

The drug dealer looked suspiciously at the bartender's line of sight, and what caught his eye was indeed a flat strip object, which seemed to have been squeezed by some great force, and was forced into a flat surface as thin as A4 paper.

It was only when a sharp pain poured into the drugmonger's brain that he finally confirmed what the object was.

That's his arm.

The drug dealer instinctively opened his mouth wide, but before he could scream, an empty glass was stuffed into his mouth, and even a few teeth were broken.

Tears and blood mixed together, and only a broken cry for mercy came out of his mouth.

"I'll give you back the money."

The short-haired woman brushed aside the man's flattened arm as if it were garbage, and the arm had long since lost its strength and became like a thin piece of paper swinging in front of her.

She reached for the inside of her dress and fumbled for a moment, but instead of money, she took out a poster with her picture on it.

One, ten, hundred, thousand, thousand, thousand, one hundred thousand, million.

The drug dealer subconsciously counted the long list of numbers under the photo.

"Bounty Order:"

"Fein-Elnium"

『1,730,000 watts』

"Life or Death"

In the horrified gaze of the drug dealer, the poster was pressed against his face.

The voice of the short-haired woman, accompanied by the smell of alcohol, penetrated from the other end of the poster.

"This, is that enough?"