Across the dance floor, in front of the lavishly decorated bar, sit on a barstool, and brow furrows as you glance around.

After living in the United States for nearly 20 years, Cyber still does not adapt to the bar and party culture in Europe and the United States.

Let's be honest.

He has always found this kind of nightclub, bar and other occasions to be a very boring place.

In the nightclub above 80 decibels, he chatted with people hoarsely, flashed blinding lights from time to time to his head, drank a bottle of junk wine that cost 80 yuan a bottle and sold for 50 yuan a cup, and the girls around him couldn't even tell whether they were men or women.

Even more awkward on the dance floor.

Hundreds of men and women huddled together, the smell of sweat and various perfumes mixed, and occasionally the slightest bad breath and foot odor.

If you're unlucky, you might get thrown up by a drunk passerby.

Is it because the fat house water is out of steam, or the potato chips are not crispy, or the game is not fun?

As for the girl...... Bars are said to be the place with the largest AIDS population.

The tattooed bartender at the bar looked at Sai Bo a little strangely and casually asked, "What to drink?" ”

Retracting his thoughts, Saibo replied without thinking, "Coke, go to the ice." ”

Hearing this answer, the bartender shook the bottle for a moment, and said speechlessly, "No." ”

What serious person at a bar drinks Coke these days?

"Then give me a cup of warm milk and some sugar."

"This is a bar, not a children's restaurant!"

The bartender had a bad complexion.

He was a little skeptical that this man had come on purpose to find fault.

Glancing at the lemon slices in the glass of the man next to him, Cyber retreated, "Then give me a glass of lemonade." ”

He really didn't like the smell of alcohol.

‘Bang！ ’

Slamming the bartender on the table, the bartender said with a sense of anger: "Nothing! ”

"Is there any water?"

"Yes."

"Are there any lemons?"

"Yes."

'Are you afraid you're targeting me on purpose?' ’

Saibo's eyes widened: "Then you still say there is no lemonade?" ”

The bartender took a breath and silently picked up the knife.

………………

'Boom. ’

A beer glass with lemonade was brought to Cyber, and due to the bartender's exertion, a cloud of water even splashed out and spilled on the table.

"Ten euros."

Hearing the bartender's aggrieved voice, Saibo smiled indifferently and reached into his pocket.

"Uh... Well, can you wait a few minutes, and someone will come and pay for me? ”

The smile on his face froze, and Cyber scratched his ass a little embarrassed.

He hadn't touched cash in a long time.

Usually, when I buy something, I either ask Alita to pay from the Internet or swipe my credit card.

In Papa Ma's words, it's 'I've never touched money, I'm not interested in money'.

He didn't have any of those two things with him when he came out for a covert operation tonight.

Who knew that he was obviously looking for trouble with Hydra, and by the way, he fooled the Wanda sisters and brothers, but finally came to a bar in Paris?

As for 'borrowing' from the person next to him with super speed, no matter how down-and-out he is, he will not do such a tasteless thing.

It's really not good, and then I can only sacrifice my hue and go fishing for a rich woman to pay for him.

"Little white face, are you deliberately playing with me?"

The bartender, who was covered with tattoos on his arms and chest, determined that the other party was here to deliberately find fault.

Not even ten euros, come to the bar to prepare for a drink of the Northwest Wind?

'Click. ’

He pulled out the shotgun hidden under the bar and loaded: "Again, ten euros, pay!" ”

"Can you believe it? Even if you point a gun at my head, I can let you see your brains in minutes! ”

Looking at the swarthy hole in front of him, Cyber's eyes narrowed.

When the atmosphere was tense, a blonde white woman wearing a white hip skirt and high heels came from the side.

Pushing away the barrel of the gun, the woman in white greedily stared at Cyber's wicked, handsome face: "Hey, Dembele, old rules, this little handsome guy's bill is on my account." ”

"No problem, Bellamy."

Retracting the shotgun, the bartender Dembele glanced at Cyber Saibo with pity, then ignored the in front of him and stepped aside to continue his work.

There is no prey that the other party looks at will not be sucked dry by her.

Therefore, this guy who deliberately found fault was already a dead man in his eyes.

"How? Handsome guy, are you interested in going to my booth to talk? ”

Picking up a mixed cocktail from the side, Bellamy took a puff of the lady's cigarette in his hand and smiled like a flower arrangement.

Glancing at the cuneiform tattoo on the other party's chest, as well as the pair of 'cute' little tiger teeth, Saibo drank lemonade and nodded with a smile, "My honor." ”

Leading Cyberbola to her exclusive booth, Bellamy was the first to speak: "Handsome guy, what's your name?" ”

As the person in charge of this bar, the environment of her booth is much better than that of other booths.

Except for two wine boxes and an ashtray on the table, it was very neatly tied, and there were no extra people pouring on the circular leather sofa.

"Wayne, Bruce Wayne."

It's impossible to use a real name, and after searching around in his head, Saibo instantly thought of a name that matched his identity.

There is no DC Comics in the Marvel world, so if you use this pseudonym, others will only take it as an ordinary name.

"Wayne? This surname is still quite rare. ”

Sitting next to Cyber and cocking Erlang's legs, Bellamy raised his eyebrows and switched to fluent English: "Mr. Wayne is from across the Channel?" ”

From the moment Cyber entered, Bellamy noticed his presence.

Their bar isn't a serious bar.

It is not too normal for ordinary human beings to be able to come here alone without the guidance of their kind.

There are four professional guards at the door.

She had already questioned through the walkie-talkie, and the four of them had not seen a man who matched the characteristics of the person in front of them enter through the main entrance.

It's an eventful time, and she can't afford to be careless.

"Of course."

Cyber smiled slightly, and also changed to an authentic London accent, and lied to Zhang Zhang: "I have always heard that the bars of the 18th arrondissement of Paris are very famous, and this time I came here to visit them." ”

"Tourism?"

Bellamy was a little unconvinced: "Then you pass the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, and Notre-Dame...... Not? ”

Listening to the more than a dozen place names reported by the other party, Cyber broke open the palm of his thigh, and his evil temperament became more and more prominent: "I am not interested in this kind of solemn and solemn place, what I want to see are those attractions full of mystery and unknown." ”

"Then I can take you ......"

‘Duang！ ’

The thick metal door was kicked open, stifling the rest of Bellamy's words.

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