Luke took out a handkerchief, wiped his mouth, and stared at the c dancers on the stage with a strange expression.
He barely controlled his expression, raised his hand and knocked on the bar, pressing a five-dollar bill on his fingertips.
The bartender looked over his shoulder.
Luke: "Ask you something small."
The bartender looked at the banknotes under his hand and frowned.
But due to Luke's size and appearance at the moment, he still came over: "What do you want to know?"
Luke gestured: "What's the name of that short-haired beauty on the stage, and when did she come? I don't think I've seen this person the last time I came here."
When the bartender heard the question, he immediately understood.
Giving five cents for this news is already very generous. Most people would not give him a penny for this kind of question.
His attitude has also improved. Starting point: "Her name is Lanny, and she only came here in the last few days. But she is so proud that she only dances this kind of serious dance. So far, no one has been able to go home with her, let alone Climb into her bed!"
On the stage, that "Lanny" was shaking her head and winking at the audience, and the corners of Luke's eyes twitched.
"... i can't ait i need a hit, baby, give me it you're dangerous..." the music floated into his ears.
Hearing this answer, he flicked the five-dollar knife in his hand decisively, and the corners of his eyes twitched: Go back with him? Climb into his bed? Rama may not even have this ability.
Seeing that he gave the money so simply, the bartender also wanted to take the opportunity to rest, instead he stopped what he was doing and continued to talk nonsense: "These niangs are really exciting. See her thighs are so strong and powerful, they will definitely be able to shake people The waist is pinched off. Look at this dolphin full of strength, it must have undergone professional "exercise", and the frequency is absolutely high. If you sit on it yourself... "
On the stage, Lanny's chassis vibrated powerfully, and the electronic music sang tirelessly: "... with the taste of your lips, i'm on a ride, you're toxic tongue slipping mine..."
Luke's face immediately darkened.
Just now, he reached into his pocket and took out his right hand, holding a pen-like thing, aiming at the bartender from under his left armpit.
A thin black needle shot out from the tip of the pen soundlessly. The bartender was still talking, but his pupils lost focus in less than a second, and his legs flopped on the bar counter.
Luke put his hands back into his pockets calmly, and with a thought, he put both the secret agent pen and the anesthesia needle into the space, and looked at the bartender as if startled.
Soon two big black men came over and checked the bartender: "It's not dead, it seems to be in a coma."
Another big black man stared at Luke, his hand already touching the handle of the gun under the wide T-shirt.
Luke curled his lips: "Please, haven't you met a woman in this bar for a few years? Don't you just say how "hot" Lanny is, you can faint from excitement."
The big black guy was stunned for a moment, they all knew that the bartender really coveted the newcomer Lanny in private, but the hookup failed, and he had a previous record of being too high and unconscious.
The big man who squatted down also completed the examination at this time: "No blood, no trauma."
Let alone the gun, there is no smell of gunpowder in the air at all.
The two black men reluctantly took out the walkie-talkie and yelled a few words, then lifted the unconscious bartender and entered the small door next to them.
Luke shrugged and continued to turn his head to look at the three dancing on the stage.
But he didn't forget to ask Ah Fu: "Has the hot dance video of our dear Miss "Lanny" been recorded? Make sure there are no omissions and blurred screens."
Ah Fu: "Master, don't worry, Bat No. 7 and Bat No. 8 have completely photographed everything from two angles. It will definitely become Miss "Lanny"'s lifetime treasure."
Luke hummed: "Forget it, just put it in the database if you have nothing to do."
Ah Fu: "Master, I thought you would give it to Mr. Phil as a birthday present, otherwise it would be too wasteful."
Luke sighed in his heart: I'm afraid that Phil will die with me even if it's his birthday.
Yes! The Lanny in the C position on the stage is basically the No. 1 model of Phil's Thousand Faces System.
This hot girl with short hair and fierce looks was originally chosen by Luke, so she can recognize it at a glance.
Having said that, a little association emerged in his mind: Phil came here with the same goal as himself, right
Now Phil and Batman are brothers and sisters who have "sacrificed".
The only thing he is responsible for is the secret investigation of Hydra within SHIELD.
Claudia and Rama? Hydra and the "big backer" of the United States? Also the associations therein seem to really be there.
A secret organization like Hydra never minds making billions of dollars in unrecorded black money every year.
Luke himself has a lot of things to do, and he has to use untraceable black money to complete them, instead of using the funds from the mobile phone company.
His opponents don't need any evidence, as long as they find clues, it means that they did not let go.
Therefore, no matter what kind of secrecy and money laundering, it is better to completely distinguish from the source, which is the safest.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help looking at Phil who was about to finish dancing in the stands: Do you want to contact him
How should this be said? He hesitated: Because I saw you dancing part-time in a bar, I didn't expect you to be such a Coulson? Phil won't commit suicide in anger!
In this way, before he commits suicide, he may also kill an uninformed witness!
Quickly rejecting this unreliable idea, Luke decided to wait and see what happened, waiting for an opportunity.
For Phil, a delay of a day or two is all right.
I didn't expect it! I didn't expect it! As soon as he got the Thousand Faces System, Phil, who has thick eyebrows and big eyes, actually began to liberate himself. Is this considered... an unexpected joy? Someone Lu summed it up in his mind, and took a sip of the beer again.
He was, of course, turned back to face the bar now.
It would be nice to have that video as a souvenir, and let him watch Phil dance with his own eyes. That scene... was extremely hot.
Ah Fu sent a reminder: "Master, spiders one to six have entered the basement. There is a simple alarm device, but it does not prevent them from sneaking in."
Luke hummed, indicating that he knew.
The bat prefix belongs to flying drones, and the spider prefix is naturally a reptile drone.
With his current technology, the body of the reptile spider drone can be made within ten millimeters—of course, the mechanical legs will be much larger when deployed.
This is also sufficient as a means of reconnaissance, especially for drilling into holes, which is much more convenient than flying bat drones.
Ah Fu: "I found the second basement floor, and there are relatively complete detection instruments. The spider team needs time to find the passage."
Luke didn't care, and waited silently.
Now that he has decided to give Phil a performance, no, a chance to perform, he is not in a hurry.
At this moment, the song on the stage ended, and the hot girl with the crew cut that Phil had transformed into from the No. 1 model of the Thousand Face System was called down, and only the other two female dancers were left to start the next dance.
Iron Hand Rama also got up from the booth and walked into the small door.
Looking at the picture in the basement, Luke couldn't help scratching his head.
Phil was led into the basement floor by a big black man, and then let her into a room.
Then... Rama also arrived and followed into the room.