The security guards at the entrance of the dark blue section bar are a pair of strong men over two meters tall, one black and one white, with muscular bodies. They wear ferocious gas masks on their mouths, like vicious dogs wearing muzzles.

Jiang Zhou learned from Liao Qi's memory that the two security guards were twins, but he had never figured out who was the sister and who was the brother.

When passing by them, Jiang Zhou consciously took out the Scorpio-type pulse pistol from his arms and put it in the storage area. The dark-skinned strong man pouted his lip-ringed mouth and whistled.

"Okay, little brother, where did you get such a good thing?"

Resisting the urge to answer "I got it from your mother last night," Jiang Zhou opened his mouth and grinned at the man, who rolled his eyes.

Another muscular man with skin as white as if he had been soaked in formalin looked at Liao Qi up and down for a while, then pointed to the sign on the side and said in a steady voice:

"Those who are disheveled are not allowed to enter."

"This is the new style popular in Jazz City this spring."

Jiang Zhou lied without blushing and his heart not beating.

"Including your filthy peaked cap?"

The dark-skinned man pointed to the hat on his head that was used to hide his thoughts, and asked disdainfully.

Jiang Zhou quickly protected his hat and argued:

"Popular is a circle."

"Stop talking nonsense, change your clothes and come again, punk boy."

Jiang Zhou had already expected that this might happen, so he protected his hat and took two steps closer. Then he passed Liao Qi's Mandala authentication and initiated a transfer application to the siblings.

Thirty Orei per person - a digital cryptocurrency issued by Juno Financial. Its value is anchored on the Abyss Darknet interface to ensure its credit. Orei is the main settlement medium for international trade in this era, and its purchasing power

Slightly higher than the U.S. dollar in the early 2000s.

"As I said, this is the latest model in Jazz City this year."

Jiang Zhou repeated again.

The siblings looked at each other, suppressed the joy on their faces, and waved towards the bar door as if they were being very generous.

"Let's go, let's go."

Jiang Zhou resisted the urge to give the middle finger to each of the siblings, turned around and walked into the bar.

Dark blue cold light is slowly cast from the ceiling of the bar, gradually creating a suffocating feeling as if you are drowning. The projected deep-sea fish are everywhere in the space of the bar. When they shuttle around the pedestrians, they are accompanied by

With the swing of the fish's tail, those micro drones hiding under the blue cold light will spray bubbles with the smell of the sea at the person.

Jiang Zhou guessed that this design was to make customers feel as if they were really at the bottom of the sea. However, he felt that his mouth was filled with a salty taste along the way, so he did not feel that this was a successful design.

At a glance, he found his surveillance target - a street mercenary nicknamed Old Snake, and a middleman named Zhu Lin, who were having a long conversation in a corner of the bar. Jiang Zhou lowered the brim of his hat while monitoring their conversation through the communication channel.

, while looking for a location with a good view.

The view from the bar is good.

He walked over and sat on the coral-shaped bar chair. The bartender in a neat suit immediately handed Jiang Zhou a wine list...Thank God, he recognized most of the cocktails on the list.

"Qin Lei, half lime juice and half Qin, don't put syrup, thank you."

Jiang Zhou casually glanced at the wine list and said to the bartender.

The bartender bowed politely to himself, then carefully took back the wine list with his silk-gloved hands, and turned around to get the wine - the smoothness of his movements and the propriety of his behavior made Jiang Zhou suspect that the other person was an android.

Or at least a Japanese.

“What an old-fashioned way to drink.”

A soft female voice echoed around Jiang Zhou, and he turned his head following the sound. A blue-haired lady in a silver dress was looking at him, holding a glass of blue margarita in her hand.

How to describe the image of this lady?

The silver dress she wore was extremely simple in shape, and the material was made up of silver sequins the size of fingernails strung together. Even if a faint ray of light hit it, the dress would look like a disco ball.

It reflects an extremely brilliant and dazzling light. If the face of the wearer of this dress has even a slight flaw, it will be magnified dozens to hundreds of times under the reflection of this gorgeous light.

As for the shape of this dress, it is so simple that it can only be described by the word "simple". There is no modification or decoration. The design concept is back to nature, which is to perfectly show the figure of the wearer.

In other words, any flaw on the wearer's figure cannot be covered up or avoided at all, and can only be displayed openly.

The appearance and figure of this blue-haired lady perfectly controlled the dress.

If someone told Jiang Zhou that three love-related murders had occurred behind this woman's back, he would believe it without hesitation.

"I learned this drinking method from a book."

Jiang Zhou tried to make his voice sound calmer, but it didn't seem to be successful.

The woman turned the cup so that the salt-rimmed wall faced her pink lips, raised her head slightly and drank a large sip of blue wine, then looked Liao Qi up and down and said:

"From my look, you don't look like you have an old-school interest in reading classical novels, and it doesn't match the atmosphere of this bar very well."

This was said so straightforwardly that when Jiang Zhou heard this, he subconsciously looked down at his own attire.

Indeed, Liao Qi's outfit at this time was quite punk style, with wild colors and flamboyant looks. Because his left leg was pierced by a high-energy pulse, he had tied a force feedback brace after spraying the hemostatic gel, and he could barely walk normally.

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Coupled with the fact that the clothes were stained with blood from the previous battle; some were his own and some were the old snake's; as well as the slightly bleeding peaked cap on his head, this portrait looked peaceful to the surroundings.

The atmosphere of cultural people is not suitable.

In normal times, Jiang Zhou would have had to have a good chat with this troublesome woman. What the hell is the so-called bar atmosphere? However, now, he needs to concentrate on listening to the conversation between the two guys, and find out later.

Opportunity to take down the middleman and uncover possible traitors in the Icarus Liberation Front, so that he can safely use Icarus's "universal printer".

So no matter how beautiful the other person is, he really can't think of chatting with her.

"You can't judge a person by his appearance."

Therefore, Jiang Zhou answered calmly.

As he spoke, he took a martini glass decorated with lime slices from the bartender.

Not getting the reaction she expected, the blue-haired woman frowned slightly.

Did you find the wrong person? But the identification signal on his body is correct...

The woman thought to herself, and then asked tentatively:

"Waiting for someone?"

"That's right."

"Friend? Or female companion?"

"Enemy."

"In that case, I won't bother you any more."

"I thank you."

"What a shame."

"well enough."

Jiang Zhou tried his best to analyze whether the two people in the communication channel were playing tricks on each other during the conversation, and seemed to answer absentmindedly.

When the conversation reached this point, the woman's expression changed from confusion to shock.

When treated with this attitude, the nature of the matter changes.

Regardless of whether she had found the wrong person, she placed the unfinished margarita glass on the bar, then picked up her black handbag and walked to Liao Qi's side.

"One last question for you, what do you think of this bar?"

Is it over yet...

Jiang Zhou, who was listening intently to the conversation between the two people opposite him, thought impatiently.

Without thinking at all about why the other party asked this question, Jiang Zhou commented bluntly:

"It sucks, it sucks all around, the atmosphere sucks, the decor sucks, the theme sucks. Especially the idea of ​​blowing salty bubbles on guests' faces when the projected fish swims by, sucks."

After saying that, he drank a third of the cup of Qinlei in one gulp, and was instantly struck by the taste of inferior juniper berries, which made him frown.

"And the wine sucks."

he added.

At this point, Jiang Zhou, who felt that the air pressure around him was gradually getting a little strange, raised his head and found that the blue-haired woman was staring at him with a very scary look. After a long while, the other party managed to squeeze out a smile and said:

"Then thank you very much for your sincere advice."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou was also stunned:

"Then you are..."

"You're not the owner of this bar, Deep Blue."

The other party replied with a stiff smile.

Jiang Zhou closed his mouth.

The bar owner named Shenlan took three deep breaths in a row, but she couldn't calm herself down. Finally, she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and said:
To be continued...