Not even ten euros, are you going to the bar to drink the northwest wind?

‘Click.’

Take out the Laifu shotgun hidden under the bar and load it: "Say it again, ten euros, pay!"

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

Looking at the dark hole in front of him, Cyborg's eyes narrowed.

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

The gun was pushed away, and the woman in white stared at Cyber's evil and handsome face greedily: "Hey, Dembelle, the old rules, this handsome guy's bill is recorded in my account."

"No problem, Bellamy."

Retracting the shotgun, the bartender Dembelle looked at CyberSib with pity, then ignored the broken things in front of him, and walked aside to continue to work on him.

No prey that the other party likes will not be sucked by her.

So, this guy who deliberately seeks trouble is already a dead person in his eyes.

"How is it? Handsome guy, are you interested in going to my booth to chat?"

Picking up a glass of mixed cocktail from the side, Bellamy took a sip of the lady's cigarette in her hand, smiling like a flower.

Skipping at the cuneiform tattoo on the other person's chest and the pair of 'cute' tiger teeth, Cyber ​​drank lemonade and nodded with a smile: "My honor."

Leading Cyborg to her exclusive booth, Bellamy took the lead and said, "Handsome, 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.

Apart from two bottles of wine boxes and an ashtray on the table, the table was cleaned very neatly, and there were no extra people lying on the ring-shaped leather sofa.

"Wayne, Bruce Wayne."

It is impossible to use the real name. If you search in your mind for a while, Cyber ​​instantly thought of a name that matches your identity.

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

"Wayne? This surname is quite rare."

Sitting next to Cyber, crossing his legs, Bellamy raised his eyebrows and switched to a fluent English: "Did Mr. Wayne come from across the Strait?"

As soon as Cyber ​​entered the door, Bellamy noticed his existence.

Their bar is not a serious wine bar.

It is not normal for ordinary humans to come here alone without the guidance of their kind.

There were four professional guards arranged at the door.

She had asked through the walkie-talkie just now, and the four of them had never seen a man who matched the characteristics of the person in front of him come in through the main entrance.

It's a turbulent time now, and she can't help but be careful.

"certainly."

Cyber ​​smiled slightly, and also changed to an authentic London accent. He lied: "I have always heard that the bars in the 18th district of Paris are very famous. This time I came here for a trip, so I came here to take a look."

"travel?"

Bellamy was a little unbelievable: "Then you pass the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, Notre Dame... no?"

Listening to the dozen or so place names reported by the other party, Cyber ​​opened his hand and touched his thighs. His evil temperament became more and more prominent: "I am not interested in such solemn and solemn places. What I want to see are those attractions full of mystery and unknown."

"Then I can take you..."

‘duang!’
Chapter completed!