This Kryptonian is too stable

Walking across the dance floor, to the luxuriously decorated bar, sitting on the high stool, and after a glance, his brows gradually frowned.

After living in the US for nearly two decades, Cyber ​​is still not adapted to the bar and party culture of Europe and the United States.

to be frank.

He has always felt that such nightclubs, bars and other occasions are a very boring place.

In a nightclub above 80 decibels, chatting hoarsely with people, flashing blind lights from time to time sweeping towards the forehead, drinking a bottle of rubbish wine at a purchase price of 80 yuan a bottle of 50 yuan a cup, the girls around are even men and women Indistinguishable.

Even more embarrassing on the dance floor.

Hundreds of men and women huddled together, sweat mixed with the scent of various perfumes, and occasionally there was a bit of bad breath and foot odor.

If you are unlucky, you may be thrown up by a drunk passerby.

Is the fat house water out of steam, or the potato chips are not crisp, or the game is not fun?

As for the girls...it is said that the bar is the place with the most AIDS groups.

The tattooed bartender in the bar looked at Cyber ​​with a weird look, and asked casually, "What to drink?"

Withdrawing his thoughts, Cyber ​​replied without thinking, "Coke, go to the ice."

Hearing this answer, the bartender shook the bottle, and said silently, "No."

Which serious person who comes to a bar these days can drink Coke?

"Then give me a cup of hot milk and more sugar."

"This is a bar, not a children's restaurant!"

The bartender looked bad.

He wondered if this person came to find fault on purpose.

Glancing at the lemon slices in the glass of the man next to him, Cyber ​​stepped back and said: "Then give me a glass of lemonade."

He really doesn't like the smell of alcohol.

'Bang!'

Stomping the bartender bottle heavily on the table, the bartender's tone became a three-pointer: "Neither!"

"Is there any water?"

"Have."

"Are there any lemons?"

"Have."

'Are you afraid that you are deliberately targeting me?'

Cyber's eyes widened: "Then you said there is no lemonade?"

The bartender's breath stopped, and silently picked up the knife.

………………

'Boom.'

A beer glass with lemonade was sent to the cyberspace. Due to the bartender's excessive force, a ball of water splashed out and spilled on the table.

"Ten Euros."

Hearing the aggrieved voice of the bartender, Cyber ​​smiled carelessly, and reached out to touch his pocket.

"Um...Well, can you wait a few minutes, someone will pay for me?"

The smile on his face stagnated, and Cyber ​​was a little embarrassed and scratched his butt.

He hasn't touched cash for a long time.

Usually, when buying things, Alita either pays via the internet or swipes a credit card.

In the words of Papa Ma, it is'I have never touched money, I am not interested in money'.

Coming out for a secret operation tonight, he didn't bring these two things at all.

Who knows that it was obviously going to trouble the Hydra, and by the way, flicking sister and brother Wanda, finally came to a bar in Paris?

As for using super speed to "borrow" from the person next to him, he would never do this kind of dishonest thing no matter how downright he is.

It really doesn't work. I have to sacrifice hue and go fishing for a rich woman to pay for him.

"Little white face, are you playing with me on purpose?"

The bartender with tattoos on his arms and chest was sure that the other party had come to find fault on purpose.

You don't even have ten euros. Are you coming to the bar to have a drink?

'Crack.'

He took out the rifle shotgun hidden under the bar and loaded it up: "Say it again, ten euros, pay!"

"Do you believe it? Even if you point a gun at my head, I can show you your brain every minute!"

Seeing the dark hole in front of him, Cyber's eyes narrowed.

When the atmosphere was tense, a beautiful blonde white woman wearing a white hip skirt and high heels came from the side.

Pulling the barrel of the gun away, the woman in white greedily stared at Cyber's evil and handsome face: "Hey, Dembele, old rules, this little handsome guy’s bill is on my account."

"No problem, Bellamy."

Withdrawing the shotgun, Dembele, the bartender, took a pitying look at Cybernet, then ignored the mess in front of him, and went aside to keep busy with him.

None of the prey that the other party looks at will not be sucked dry by her.

Therefore, this guy who deliberately found fault was already dead in his eyes.

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

Holding a glass of tuned cocktail from the side, Bellamy took a sip of the lady's cigarette in his hand and smiled like a flower.

Glancing at the cuneiform tattoos on the opponent's chest and the pair of'cute' little tiger teeth, Cyber ​​drank lemonade, smiled and nodded and said, "My pleasure."

Leading Cyberra to her exclusive deck, Bellamy took the lead and said: "Handsome guy, what's your name?"

As the person in charge of this bar, the environment of her deck is much better than other decks.

Except for two wine boxes and an ashtray, the table top was neatly packed, and there were no extra people on the circular leather sofa.

"Wayne, Bruce Wayne."

The real name is impossible to use. After searching around in his head, Cyber ​​instantly thinks of a name that matches his identity.

There is no DC comics in his Marvel world, so people who use this pseudonym will only treat it as a common name.

"Wayne? This surname is still quite rare."

Sitting next to Cyber, with Erlang's legs raised, Bellamy raised his eyebrows and switched to fluent English: "Mr. Wayne came from across the strait?"

Bellamy noticed his presence as soon as he entered the door from the cyberspace.

Their bar is not a serious wine list.

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

Four professional guards were arranged at the door.

She had already inquired through the walkie-talkie just now, and the four of them had not seen a man who fit the characteristics of the person in front of them came in through the front door.

It was an eventful time now, and she couldn't help but careless.

"of course."

Cybow smiled slightly, and also changed to an authentic London accent. Li said, "I have always heard that the bars in the 18th arrondissement of Paris are very famous. This time I came here for a tour, and I came to see it specially."

"tourism?"

Bellamy didn't believe it: "Then you passed the Arc de Triomphe, Palace of Versailles, Notre Dame... haven't you?"

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

"Then I can take you..."

'Duang!'

The thick metal door was kicked open, and the rest of Bellamy's words were held back.