Walking into the noisy nightclub, the loud and piercing heavy metal music and the brilliant lights flickering violently make people feel like they have strayed into a bizarre psychedelic world.

The air was filled with the strong smell of hormones and alcohol, and the rumbling sound of the waves made the four walls faintly vibrate.

The empty area in the middle is crowded with red men and women who go out at night to have fun.

Hormone-driven men and women writhe wildly on the dance floor, unleashing their inner passion or stress.

Others who are not very interested in dancing either sit on the edge of the bar and drink alone.

Or just gather in the box in the corner, bow your head and laugh and whisper.

In the center of the dance floor, coolly dressed and hot-bodied women swayed to their heart's content, attracting the fiery gaze of a large number of men.

They are like prey and hunters to each other, roaming back and forth with ambiguous or provocative eyes, as if they are engaged in a covert and invisible pursuit.

This thriving nightclub is a nightclub invested and built by Fisker Industrial Group.

Employees of Clarion Media Group usually come here after work to have fun or simply relax with a drink.

It was temporarily closed due to frequent seismic activity, but it is now reopening.

Glorie and Betty, two Clarion Media Group employees, came over to relax during off-hours.

There's nothing more important for the two of them than to relax at the bar after a hard day.

"After reopening, business seems to be doing well here, but hopefully the earthquake won't happen again."

Compared to Gwen's world, the mature version of Betty, wearing light makeup, sits on the edge of the bar, holding a beer and looking around.

She loves beer, and she prefers the slightly bitter taste to the spicy taste.

As she spoke, she cast her gaze on the dance floor.

Although she was a little resistant to being intimate with these men and women and dancing strange dances, she was still interested in observing them with her eyes.

The dance floor is filled with energetic hot chicks and mature men roaming around in search of beauty, and DJs on the circular staircase are constantly swiping their fingers to set up the atmosphere.

Betty sighed.

If she didn't have a task right now, maybe she'd be happy to keep drinking beer here.

She believed that Glorey, who was not far away, thought the same way.

At this time, Glori was talking to the bartender.

At some point of being happy, Glori burst out laughing.

"I still think I'm more talented at computers than I am as a journalist."

Betty pushed her glasses and couldn't help muttering, "If I had become a programmer, maybe I wouldn't be like this, and I would have been acting like a detective every day." ”

She stood up and nodded to Glorie, who was talking to the bartender, signaling that it was time for the two of them to get down to business.

Yes, in addition to drinking, she and Growley also came for the purpose of being unannounced as journalists.

The nightclub she and Growley are in is just a cover for the Fisk Group.

Ostensibly an ordinary nightclub, in private it is a place used by the Fisker Group to write off debts and launder money.

Although it is a place for money laundering, it can be seen that Fisker Group has put a lot of thought into it, with various grades and brands of alcohol, young and beautiful waiters, and an excellent dJ team and hardware equipment.

So even if some people know that the bar has a complicated back, the nightclub business is still thriving, attracting a large number of young men and women, many of whom are the children of wealthy families from high society.

"The target is in the corridor on the second floor, in the third box on the right."

Growrie's voice came from the miniature headset.

Although the two are investigative reporters, they are equipped with a lot of high-tech equipment.

Growley lowered his glass and made an "OK" gesture toward Betty.

Betty nodded, motioned for the bartender to bring her a glass of whiskey on the rocks, and then her gaze swept casually across the hallway on the second floor.

At the top of the stairs stood a few white faces, suits and leather shoes, with serious expressions and strong figures, not at all like people who came to a nightclub to have fun.

There are also traces of tattoos on the cuffs of their wrists, and their waists are slightly bulging, which should be weapons.

Maybe it's a pistol, maybe it's some other weapon, but it's clear that these people are not easy to mess with.

"If I were a superhero, I could break into that box by myself and solve all the troubles...... Even if the other side is a gang of fierce and violent elements. ”

Betty leaned back to the bar and seemed to be talking to herself.

But Growrie heard her muffled voice in the headset.

"This time we're going to dig up the news material, and all the media don't know what happened in the Fisk building, so our action will be very meaningful."

Betty stated their purpose for the trip.

Glorie nodded, "We've been doing all sorts of things in a meaningful way, and the next Pulitzer Prize should be given to us." ”

After teasing Betty, Growley suddenly remembered the last time the two of them had acted.

"Do you remember the last time we disguised ourselves and snuck into a factory? We're going to find out who is behind them, and we're going to expose the shady factory, but Betty, you're screwed up."

"Ahem.!"

Hearing Glowry tell her story, Betty coughed a few times.

"It was just an accident, you know, that guy wanted to do something bad to me, so I gave him a head in high heels!"

Glori was speechless about Betty's rude approach of losing her mind and becoming angry.

"I knew that when we were in the 'Mary Janes' band, we should have asked you to be a drummer, because you were much hotter than Gwen's, and we were all deceived by the superficial appearance of you wearing black-rimmed glasses and holding a computer every day."

"Well, listen to you. But I think if I listen to you tell me a little more about my troubles, maybe we'll have a hard time getting the job done tonight. ”

Betty stood up and turned to leave the bar.

This disappointed some of the men who were staring at her.

Honestly, Betty's looks are definitely one of the best in the bar.

Even though she was wearing those glasses, it still didn't block the aura she exuded all over her body.

"Actually, I don't mind if you pick one of the male guys on the dance floor and dance for a while, after all, you've been single for years."

Glori's voice came from the headset.

If it weren't for Glori's somewhat playful voice, maybe Betty would have believed it.

It is a well-known fact that in some cases, women always like to say nonsense that is not of reference value.

If you believe it, it's not going to end well.

"I feel that I am the one who suffers, and the name of New York's 'super-aged leftover girl' cannot be lost so easily."

Betty took a glass of beer and walked to the lounge area on the second floor.

Stepping on the boiling rhythm of the nightclub, her steps staggered, like a drunk guest, and she was still muttering something.

I have to say that just from the perspective of acting, Betty's performance is perfect.

"Not good...... Excuse me, sir! ”

The icy liquid of whiskey on the ice spilled on a strong white male face at the top of the stairs, and Betty grabbed the other's shoulder with one hand as if she were about to fall.

"Go farther!"

The white face scolded unceremoniously.

But after seeing that it was a beautiful woman who bumped into him, his attitude improved a lot.

Betty had no doubt that if she were a man, she would definitely be pushed away by this guy and hit the railing all at once.

Maybe he will scold him a few more words.

Betty pretended to be very embarrassed and apologized to the person who was bumped into:

"Excuse me...... Didn't notice just now, if you mind, I can treat you to a drink. ”

The man looked a little excited, but finally shook his head and turned to leave.

After seeing the man leave, Betty took an empty wine glass, exhaled, and walked to the booth area on the second floor.

"The tracking device is on the guy's clothes, and the mission is complete."

Betty leaned back in the booth and said to Glori in the headset with a slight smugness.

In the past, when she was a reporter with Peter and Gregory, she had faced many murderous and cunning gangsters, and even some lawless politicians.

This kind of gangster who is in charge of guarding the door is just an object that can easily fool the past in her eyes.

While it may be despicable to use bugs as a journalist, there is no need for procedural justice for these criminal groups.

But

I'll leave this kind of thing to Peter in the future!

In the past, Peter did this kind of thing, but since Peter was hospitalized, he has become the one who has taken the lead.

Are you a superhero who punishes criminals now?

No, forget it.

Although it is interesting to be a "superhero", if she really wants to wear a uniform to maintain law and order, she still refuses in her heart.

I don't have any heroic dreams.

Betty thought for a moment, then said to Glorey, "You can go dancing or continue drinking at the bar, I'll wait until they come inside and talk about something important, and keep listening to them." ”

"I'm not as popular as you."

Glori's voice rang out over the communication channel.

A few minutes later, Betty spotted an important person and stepped out of the room that represented power.

"Wait, someone has come out, and it looks like an important person."

After saying goodbye to Glori, Betty cut off the communication channel and continued to pretend to be a drunk and head to the bathroom.

On the other side, Peter walks out of the room after listening to the female doctor octopus talk about the repair work of the particle collider.

The noise outside reached his ears.

The voices of these red men and green women were automatically filtered out by him.

Peter continued to walk forward with the same expression.

Around the corner, the body of a rickety mature woman crashed into Peter's arms.

Budweiser beer mixed with the smell of whiskey came from each other.

Peter reached out and put his arm around the woman who looked like she had drunk too much.

"Ma'am, are you alright?"

He frowned and held the drunk woman steady, and the other party's soft body slammed into him, and there was an intimate contact.

"Let me go...... Eh, you're Peter. Parker? ”

The woman spoke indistinctly.

In the next second, she pushed away the man who gave her a shocking feeling.

She tilted her head slightly, staring at the other party with a shocked expression.

This is Peter. Parker?

No!

Peter is now in a coma and is in the hospital.

And this Peter in front of him is younger than his friend, and he looks like Peter who is ten years younger.

I think I've seen him!

It was on the evening of that overtime that day, when she and Glori came home from the company together.

"You, you, Peter. Parker? ”

Swallowing her saliva, Betty asked with a trembling voice.

"I'm Peter. Parker, you are. Betty? ”

Peter asked, uncertain.

From between the other party's eyebrows, he vaguely found that the other party was somewhat similar to Betty in the school band he knew.

Is this Betty who has grown up?

Oh, my God?!

Betty let out a breath of air.

I met Peter ten years ago, and I was trying to seduce him!

How can there be such a bizarre thing in this world?!

Peter is obviously Gwen and MJ's boyfriend!

Wrong!

It's not a boyfriend's thing.

What I should care about shouldn't be.,Why did I meet Peter in high school?!

(End of chapter)