Gate of Apocalypse

Chapter 565 [Rules are Rules]

Just across the street from the bar, the waitress stood in the dark in a coat.

She watched Chen Xiaoliang and Xiu Xiu flush out of the bar.

Chen Xiaolei looked around the bar door and then ran towards the south entrance, while Xiu Xiu followed closely. The two disappeared together at the intersection.

The waitress smiled in the dark.

She pulled her phone out of her coat pocket and found the first phone call in her address book.

The phone was quickly turned on.

“Boss, someone is in trouble... they saw the painting in the store. Well... the other side is Asian, young, male, with a minor little girl, also Asian. Yeah, both. ”

After a pause, I didn't know what the person on the other end of the phone said. The waitress looked sober: "Yes! I'll be careful.” Seems hesitant for a moment, the waitress probed, “Should I get someone to touch them? Don't worry, I'll be gentle and maybe ask something. Uh... yes! I understand! I will not move lightly. Uh... what did you say? Okay, I'll be right there! Understood! I...”

Speaking of which, the waitress glanced at the watch: "I'll be there in 15 minutes. ”

After hanging up the phone, she wiped the cold sweat off her forehead and reruns a number, this time with a much more arrogant tone: "Hello? I'm across from the bar, come pick me up, now. ”

After hanging up the phone again, the maid's eyes touched a box of women's cigarettes from the coat, lit one, backed against the wall, and swallowed the clouds of mist.

Less than two minutes later, the cigarette between her fingers had not been smoked, and a black extended limousine turned from the intersection and quietly stopped in front of her.

A five-sized white man walked out of the cockpit in a suit, but looked reckless with a flaming tattoo on his neck.

The man walked up to the woman, silently pulled the door open, and the waitress, like a proud peacock, threw her cigarette butt on the ground and into the limo.

And all of this...

The waitress did not know, just above her head, on the rooftop roof of this four-story building, Chen Xiaoliang stepped on the edge of the building, leaning forward and watching quietly what happened below.

He had a slight smile in the corner of his mouth, and he had been listening with his ears up since the woman had just called.

Xiu Xiu stood right behind him and muttered: “I told you, she was lying in the bar. ”

Chen Xiaocai looked down at the extended limousine and immediately took something out of the storage watch and threw it hard towards the bottom.

Shh, something broke, gently dotted on the rear of the limousine, it seemed like a small piece of metal, but soon, the piece of metal automatically deformed, turned into an electronic shower, slowly climbed to the bottom of the car, disappeared.

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The extended limousine runs down the street in Bucharest City, ignoring any traffic lights and passing directly along.

Ten minutes later, I parked in a street that looked very remote.

This street, however, is full of luxurious cars, although there is no one on the sidewalk, but on both sides of the road.

The five fat white strong drivers came out to open the back door, and when the waitress came out of it, she had changed her clothes.

Her coat disappeared, as did the bar overalls in her original coat. Instead, it's a burgundy skirt that looks hot and tight, just three inches on the knee. And the low chest design will undoubtedly reveal the magnificent outline of the woman's chest, two white flower things...

And the strong driver, as if he didn't dare look at it at all, just lowered his head.

The woman walked all the way to the sidewalk, twisting her waist and limbs, and the back of the shadow looked very stylish, especially with a pair of stiletto heels on her feet.

There was also a makeup on his face, especially his lips, and a fiery red lipstick.

She walked to an iron door and gently rang the bell, pulling open a small window on the iron door revealing a face full of scars.

However, when this face saw the woman standing outside the door, she immediately squeezed out the smile of the knot and the big iron door was quickly opened.

A man with a scar face in a suit nodded his waist, and as he bent over, a gun appeared clearly on his belt in the suit.

But the woman walked in with arrogance.

The big iron door closed quickly, and after a few steps inside the woman, the second door was opened and came face to face with the almost deafening heavy metal music!

It's an underground bar.

The air is almost suffocating, intense tobacco gas, alcohol dispensers, women's fat powder, perfumes, and unspeakable scents are mixed together.

Women unconsciously cover their noses.

The entrance is a platform, on both sides of the metal railing, is a downstairs staircase and below the staircase is a huge dance floor!

All kinds of shooting lights, LED lights flashing everywhere, on the stage in front of you, a young man with almost no human face, screaming with a microphone, singing some kind of death rock, and underneath the stage, almost a mass of demonic dancing scenes, all kinds of men and women, twisting wildly on the dance floor —— almost impossible to find a normal person, mostly men and women, all in heavy metal punk outfits, black eyeshadows, black lipstick, just like a vampire family party.

By the dance floor, on two small tables, a steel pipe was erected, two naked bodies, but the woman with the tattoo showed all kinds of wonderful and explosive appearances on the pipe.

The woman twisted her waist through the dance floor. Everywhere she walked, the people on both sides retreated in fear. Although she was wearing the exposed clothes and the waist twisted extremely loudly when she walked, no man dared to reach for oil, but stood far away.

She walked to the left at the end of the dance floor, bypassing the stage and walking in through a small door.

The passage inside is an iron door. Behind the iron door are a few men in leather coats, with nose rings and earrings and lip rings on their faces. There are no guns between their waists.

Several people saw the woman come in, greeted her and closed the iron door.

The woman walked in along the aisle, another downstairs, still iron doors at the end of the stairs, still four or five men with guns.

After walking past the third door, there was finally a wooden door at the end of the front.

Here, you can no longer hear half the noise in the bar above.

Standing in front of the door, she walked all the way with an arrogant and indifferent woman on her face, took a deep breath, her face became like magic, her expression immediately turned into a respectful, cautious and careful divine color, she slowly reached out and pushed the door.

The door opens and there are four Chinese screens facing each other.

The room behind the screen is large, with all kinds of Chinese antique play on both sides of the shelves, a Chinese sword hanging on the middle wall, and several ancient pianos on the case.

And on a square table in the middle, there are actually four people playing mahjong.

In addition to the four people playing mahjong on the table, there are several Chinese characters standing beside the mahjong table, and on the left are a few very punky young people dressed up, full of arrogance and arrogance, with guns between their waists.

On the right, there are a few guys in suits who look apathetic and full of air —— guns in suits.

Mahjong's desk, with his lower back facing the door, is an old man wearing a tang suit. Sitting on the left is a punk man with heavy eyeshadows and smoke makeup, a knock on Erlang's leg, a hand in the hand, and a pistol in the hand.

Opposite him, on the right side of the room, is a guy in a pure green suit with a very lousy bag, a white man with a clean face, a very neat moustache, looking at a mahjong in front of him, holding a silk scarf and wiping his hands.

And the one sitting in the middle of the top is...

A young girl!

The bar woman quickly walked behind the top girl and bent over to her ear: “Boss, I'm coming. ”

The phoenix looked up as if smiling.

At this moment, Chen Xiaoliang must not recognize this woman as the phoenix who fought alongside herself.

Phoenix was wearing a tang suit with a flap and long black hair. Slim and clever fingers are carelessly organizing the cards in front of them.

“What I just reported to you…”

The woman seemed to say something, but the phoenix smiled lightly and cut off her words: “Which one? ”

“Eh?” Woman stunned.

"- [sic]" Let me ask you which one. ”

The woman quickly adjusted her mood, took a serious look at the cards in front of the phoenix, and reached out a finger - this is a east wind. From Phoenix's card, this card is the least useful.

Phoenix laughed: "So I never asked you to play cards. ”

The phoenix did not choose to play the card the woman pointed at, but quickly played another card. Phoenix's next house, the man in the suit leaned his mouth and played a card at random, it was just a east wind!

And just as he played this card, the punk man across the street laughed and put a pile of cards in front of him: “I think I won! ”

The woman standing behind the phoenix looked a little ugly - if the boss listened to his point and hit the east wind, he set fire to it.

The man in the suit looked even worse, snorted, wiped his hand on the silk scarf, and pushed the card quickly: “It was just a win. ”

“Willing to gamble and lose.” Punk Man Smiles: “That street in the West End, after dawn, is no longer named Gail! ”

“What did you say!!” Behind the man in the suit, a man in the suit immediately sang a red-faced yell.

With this loud roar, the swords swept out on both sides, and the men of both sides pulled out their guns to point at each other!

Sitting in the lower part of the Tang suit the old man coughed, some nervously shrunk back, looked up, a pair of small eyes blinking, watching the scene of the explosion.

Phoenix seemed to ignore it, but easily continued to grab the cards on the table, seemed not to see the fire scene in front of her, straight after grabbing the fifth card on the “Great Wall", Phoenix sighed sadly: “Almost, or else she would touch herself. ”

At this time, she looked up as if she had just seen the scene in front of her. Her beautiful eyebrows snapped. “Though I taught you to play mahjong for a short time, I don't remember teaching you the rules of lighting a gun on a poker table. ”

The punk man bit his teeth: “Miss Phoenix, someone lost and tried to pay. ”

The man in the suit snorted: “I didn't mean to be rude, your man was so rude. ”

The two stared at each other like chicken fights, but the phoenix suddenly sighed: “What a disappointment. ”

She looked at everyone calmly: "Who pulled the gun first? ”

A piece of silence, nobody dares to answer.

Phoenix laughed: "I see. Does anyone dare not answer me? ”

“… yes, it's my man.” The punk man shook his body. Behind him, one of his men raised his hand with a pale face, just saying the words had stuttered: “Yes, yes, it's me, Miss Phoenix, yes, I'm sorry, I...”

“Rules are rules.” The phoenix looked peaceful.

Soon, two strong men walked in the door and looked at this guy: "Please come out with us. ”

This punk man's horse looked to his boss for help, but the punk man died biting his teeth and didn't dare say a word.

After this guy was dragged out, a minute later, a man walked in, holding a sterling silver plate in his hand.

Above, Hercules is a hand just cut off!!

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[Speaking of which, I was a little emotional. When I wrote this chapter, I actually got the feeling that I wrote "Evil Qi Rin" back then, and wrote this kind of gangster... Alas...]

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