Chapter 64 - Style Bar
(Happy Friday everyone!)
Style Bar, a well-known bar in City No. 2, is located next to the wealthy district.
Dynamic music came faintly from inside the door. This is a place where people spend their money at night, but today is a bit abnormal, because the welcome bartender at the door is no longer just a tall and handsome young guy, there are two strong men standing On the side, the well-developed muscles propped up the T-shirt, and the sunglasses under the glare glanced back and forth. This place seemed to be a small door side by side with bars.
But the crowds coming and going are used to this kind of situation. This is the VIP channel of the bar. As for what VIP is, it is impossible for people below the middle class to know.
Only open to the elite class, the background is amazing, and there will be a member party-like event every ten days. However, the bustling crowd didn't realize how noble the people came, because there was no grand pomp and no bodyguards in groups. Whenever this day starts, there are always some masked people in casual or formal clothes, alone, which is just a little more mysterious in the eyes of people who hang out in bars.
Consider it a special custom that has lasted for a long time, but it seems that today is not the official day, it should be a day earlier. Even if someone really observes carefully and finds out, they won't care too much. Who knows what the group of noble guests think.
A man wearing a deer mask came over, holding a simple piece of paper in his hand, on which was just a rough printing of a portrait and a string of numbers, and finally the two letters HZ.
"HZ, please come in." A strong man took the piece of paper, and the recognizer on his wrist pressed the number string. Beep, the green indicator light on the back of his hand flickered slightly, the strong man handed back the piece of paper, nodded to move away, and the low-light monitor on his chest quietly recorded.
The deer masked man took the paper back, nodded, and entered between the two strong men.
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"Hei, why did you ask me to steal a mask two streets away?" Mu Fan had just appeared at the back door of a toy store, and the dark breath was actually used to steal it, thinking helplessly in his heart.
Hei, an unreliable teammate, urged him so hard at first. After Mu Fan rushed to this area quickly, he even asked him to go to the toy store to steal a mask.
"Don't talk nonsense, listen to my lord's command, move quickly, you now go out from the path behind this toy store, then turn right for 20 meters, you will see a white wall with an automatic ticket machine on it , go over and press it, and wait until there is no one around." Hei ignored Mu Fan and hurried to urge him.
Mu Fan suppressed the tumbling breath, and once again circulated the dark breath, walking out like a ghost.
Arrived there soon, this is a relatively quiet street, most shops are closed at night, waiting for two pedestrians to pass by, Mu Fan flashed a button.
A piece of paper was spit out, and Mu Fan subconsciously took it in his hand.
Um? What's going on, a half-kneeling portrait logo, and then a series of inexplicable numbers and codes, the last two letters are quite familiar, MF.
"Don't ask, just take it, and you can find another piece of clothing to cover it up. This uniform will still be obvious for a while." Hei gave another inexplicable sentence.
Mu Fan was really annoyed, did he mean to let him steal another piece of clothing? He has never stolen anything since he grew up, so he felt very guilty when he took that mask, even though it was the most worn-out mask in the warehouse, a dusty little yellow duck children's mask.
Hei hasn't seen this mask yet, if he knew, he might say something vicious. Mu Fan muttered something in his heart, and then began to look around for the target, let's make an exception again.
Huh, it seems there is, there is a laundry shop on the corner of the street, and Mu Fan noticed a corner of the clothes hidden in the afternoon swinging through the fence.
"Hei, I found a laundry shop, block the surveillance." The fence did not stop the nimble Mu Fan at all, and he had already whispered to Hei when he climbed over.
"It has been blocked! You have a good eye, and I don't need to remind you, but the time is fast, there is still one minute from now." Hei quickly answered Mu Fan, and then gave Mu Fan an accurate time.
At the door of the style bar two streets away, a strong man checked the time and said to his companion, "It's still a minute, there should be no one."
The strong man next to him said coldly: "A minute is a minute, and you can only leave when the time comes."
The burly man looking at his watch was about to explode when he got angry, but he endured it, "Huh." The low-light monitors on the chests of the two of them fully included the other's every move just now.
Mu Fan didn't know anything about the situation here. After he turned over, he was delighted to find that he didn't have to confuse his conscience. He saw a blanket that was drying, so he wrapped himself up and ran out.
"Mu Fan, this is the clothes you picked!!?" Hei almost cursed, do you know how much effort my lord has spent in falsifying your information? ,
"Just say this body is okay!"
"Okay!" Hei gritted his teeth, if it had teeth.
"There are 53 seconds left, and there is a flashing sign two streets to the east of you, which says Style Bar." No longer poor, a black reminder came from Mu Fan's ear, "Find two people at the entrance. Strong man, put on your mask, hand them the piece of paper, and go in."
"What about after going in?" Mu Fan had already started running fast.
"I don't know, there is no monitoring there. Also, control your breathing. When standing in front of those two people, there must be no panting."
"Don't worry." Under the dark breath, Mu Fan's breath could hardly be heard, even in such a high-speed jump now.
He ran to help jump, directly stepped on the top of a street lamp, jumped to the roof of this building, and then moved lightly and at high speed like a night owl. After practicing for the first time tonight, Mu Fan really discovered that the martial art taught to him by the fighter instructor is extraordinary. It is not an actual combat skill, but it is extremely practical.
He was able to precisely control the force of his feet in a state far beyond his usual state, covering up the sound of his obvious whereabouts in silence.
Huh, Mu Fan appeared behind the building at the corner, with a blanket wrapped around his body, covering half of his body like a large cloak, only revealing the trouser legs and feet similar to formal clothes.
Putting on the worn-out little yellow duck mask, Mu Fan turned around and appeared in front of Style Bar with seventeen seconds left.
Um? Both strong men noticed the strange man, and they looked at each other. There was no way, the little yellow duck mask was so eye-catching, Mu Fan had no idea that Hei was about to scold him to death now, but fearing that the two strong men would find out, Hei had already entered silence in the headset.
Mu Fan breathed naturally and evenly, and walked steadily, walking in front of the two strong men.
The two of them stretched out their hands to stop them. They didn't remember it before. If they had seen it before, such an ugly and cute little yellow duck would never be forgotten.
The cloak-like masked geek raised his hand, and a piece of paper appeared on his fingertips.
It's almost time, and someone really came. The strong man on the left glanced at his companion in surprise, with a tangled expression of wanting to laugh and trying to hold back, he took the paper and swept it at his wrist.
Drip, green light flashes.
So he handed back the piece of paper, and had to bow his head and say, "MF, please come in!"
The masked man nodded and stepped in. With the passing of colorful lights, the two strong men noticed the brand new trousers and leather shoes under the striding steps, and nodded in their hearts, this is quite normal.
Hey, this man's cloak is like that kind of cheap blanket? The two strong men who were about to close the door and go back were instantly struck by lightning.