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Jin was now lying on the ceiling, his two ridiculously large eyes looking over the dancing crowd below and locking on a hooded young man leaning against the wall, Wes.
When Kim left Grande and ran to James' house, James had disappeared, so our alien chose another person who was destined to reunite with James. This was naturally thanks to Zach's confession to Dylan. When explaining the situation, Wes' name was mentioned very 'considerately'.
Luckily, Wes spent the afternoon getting ready at home and headed out in the evening, so Kim didn't miss this guy.
The blinding colorful light swept across the body of the shapeshifter three times, and the irregular light kept sweeping in this confined space filled with the smell of male sweat. Our Jin has given up disguise. If someone looks up, they will only think that it is a new type of lizard-shaped decoration.
Wes lowered his head, his eyes scanning the people on the dance floor. Choosing an identity was not difficult for him. The information he obtained had already detailed the recruitment targets of the 'Fight Club', those oppressed people who were dissatisfied with reality and at a disadvantage in the face of the world.
Wes has sound limbs, is pretty good-looking, and is very young at the same time. His career has not yet started. He needs the most obvious qualities and the fastest way to make the target notice him. Then those that need to be explored in depth, such as family issues. options can only be automatically excluded.
He didn't know what method his friend James would use, but James had been at the Barton Police Department for so long that his connections should be enough for him to construct a character. Wes himself was not so lucky. He was hiding in the dark and had no resources to draw on, so he was just like James thought. There is no suspense about choosing the character that best suits his true nature.
This character needs to be repressed and has enough violent tendencies.
"Hi!" A guy wearing only denim shorts came closer. The sweat diluted the fluorescent paint on his skin. He pressed against Wes unconsciously and rubbed against him. "Handsome guy! I've never I’ve met you. Is this your first time here?”
Weiss glanced at the other person and said, "Get away! Sissy!"
"*!" The other party twisted away, "You're here and you're still showing off!"
The arms that Wes held seemed to be stretched with excessive force, as if he wanted to refute but suppressed it. The other party cursed again and walked away.
Wes' eyes continued to return to the crowd, scanning back and forth over the exposed bodies. His role was obvious.
"Hey." New faces seem to be quite popular, but this time at least the person who comes is fully clothed. He held a glass of wine and smiled at Wes, "Are you alone?"
Weiss's eyes shifted to this man, who looked middle-aged. The hand holding the wine glass had a ring on his ring finger.
"Get away!" Wes looked at the other person, "If you get one step closer, I will break your arm!"
"Okay." The other party's hand was raised in front of him and no longer approached. "Just wanted to buy you a drink, if you don't belong here. Forget it."
Wes looked away and continued to stare at the writhing bodies on the dance floor.
The middle-aged man didn't seem to give up. He stood next to Wes drinking, looked at Wes, then looked at where Wes was looking, and smiled.
"Look at these guys." The middle-aged man seemed to sigh. He started talking to himself, "Just jumping and twisting like this, as if reality doesn't exist." He took a sip of wine, "When I was so young, I thought I could dance like this for the rest of my life!"
Wes frowned. He glanced sideways at this guy.
The middle-aged man shook his finger, and the ring on his ring finger reflected the surrounding camouflage, "Reality, it hurts!"
Weiss pursed her lips and was silent for a long time, "Go away, you are too old! I am not interested in you!"
This is a test. If this middle-aged man is just here to indulge for one night, he should start looking for the next target. As he said himself, he is no longer young and he has no time to waste.
but…
"It doesn't matter." The middle-aged man smiled, "I don't want anything to do with you, I still have some self-awareness. Haha." He pointed to the sofa behind the dance floor, "I just want to make friends. You seem to be alone. Why don’t you come and sit at our place.”
Weiss frowned, "I'm warning you, old guy! Get out of here! I'm not interested in you! Get away if you don't want to die!"
"Wow, wow!" The middle-aged man took a few steps back, "Young man, you have a bad temper!"
Wes stopped looking at the man, figuring he'd shown enough.
"But seriously." The middle-aged man still didn't give up, his voice lowered, "You should come to our place, we know a place that is suitable for an 'energetic' young man like you."
Weiss glanced at the other person, was silent for a long time, and said briefly, "Where."
The middle-aged man walked away a few steps and waved, "Come here, it hasn't started over there yet, we can have a few drinks first." He smiled and glanced at the writhing crowd on the dance floor, "I promise it will be better than here. A hundred times better, you don’t want to waste your energy on these weaklings.”
Weiss frowned and his eyes swept over the dance floor, "I don't know if there are any other places like this in Barton."
"Oh, it's a newly opened place." The middle-aged man smiled, "Only a few people know about it."
Wes didn't answer, and looked like he didn't want to talk to him anymore.
This middle-aged man gave a reason that normal people would not be interested in. If the few people were referring to married middle-aged men like him, no one would be interested!
Wes also had no time to waste. He needed to use his role to fully confirm that the other party was the target, otherwise he would really have to 'play' all night. He really didn't know how he would face himself as a 'rookie' after the mission was completed. Colleagues.
As I said before, this is a true character.
"Uh." The middle-aged man shook his head, realizing that he had used a very bad word, "I promise, you won't be disappointed." It was already too late to make amends.
Wes stopped talking, before hearing the words 'Fight Club'. He wasn't prepared to accept anyone's invitation.
The middle-aged man waited for a long time and seemed a little disappointed when he didn't get a response. He shook his head and left.
But their efforts didn't end there.
A new person came over from the other side, "Wes, it's you." A young voice sounded.
Wes glanced sideways. Looking at the person in front of him, he frowned and thought, "Jason?"
The other party smiled reluctantly and stood next to Weiss, "It is indeed you. I didn't expect you to come here. I haven't seen you in several years."
Weiss frowned. The guy in front of him was not his friend. On the contrary, he was a guy who was often bullied by everyone in the orphanage, including Weiss. But they are all grown up now. Nothing to worry about anymore, probably.
Weiss didn't answer and turned away, "Is that middle-aged man your friend?"
"That's right." Jason's vision was a little wandering, and he lost his voice after saying a word.
Wes felt relaxed. Fortunately, he didn't accept the middle-aged man's invitation. Based on his knowledge of Jason, this guy had nothing to do with anti-social society. He's an annoying optimist who deserves to be bullied.
There was a long silence, Wes not going to let this person he once knew distract from his mission anymore. "You should stay away from me." Wes frowned, not wanting to look at Jason. "If you want me to apologize for what happened when I was a child, it's impossible."
Jason also frowned, "No need." But he still had no intention of leaving, "I just want to have a fight with you. A fair and direct fight."
Wes's eyebrows raised unconsciously. His mood was completely disrupted and he couldn't help but want to laugh. "Are you kidding, Jason." He turned to look at this peer. "You know I've joined the army in recent years, right? Are you sure you want to fight me?"
"I'm sure." Jason's mood calmed down. "I just happened to be in a bad mood recently and I need to vent. You happened to show up and I want to fight you."
Weiss looked at the person in front of him, opened his mouth, and laughed.
Well, Wes decided to put the task aside for some time and settle this personal matter. Anyway, he didn't expect to successfully blend in with the target overnight. A public fight might attract some attention that would be beneficial to him. This was a good chance.
"Okay." Wes's back moved away from the sweat-soaked wall he was leaning against, "I'll fight you, right here or outside, you choose."
"Not now." Jason said, "My friends and I are going to go later..."
What Wes needs is attention, and he is just being polite by letting the other party choose.
The thick arms pushed forward, but Jason seemed unprepared and staggered back.
"I thought you said it was fair and direct!" Wes raised his voice and began to walk around Jason, who was barely keeping his balance. "But you are still the same as before! What? Do you still want your friends to come with you?! Or do you? You're just like a little bitch and you're so scared that you want to run away!"
Wes's words started to become vulgar, and he still had to defend his role. He smiled wildly and was not afraid to attract other people's attention. It's a strange phenomenon. In the role of undercover, he actually feels like he's "revealing his true feelings".
"Or do you just want to find a reason to take me away?" Weiss circled, the dancing crowd stopped twisting and began to give way, paying attention to this side, "So that I can fuck you hard?!" Weiss looked at Looking at Jason, "Oh! I know you want it!"
Weiss opened his hood and pulled up his sleeves. His thick arms were pulling at the air, "But I can't just let you succeed." Weiss smiled, "Right, slut, we are now How about some foreplay! I know you’ll like it.”
Jason looked at this guy who had changed little from before, "You shouldn't mess with me at this time, Wes."
Wes put his fist to his mouth, kissed it, and looked at Wes provocatively, "Come on, prove it to me." (My "Barton Fantastic Incident" will have more fresh content on the official WeChat platform Oh, and there is also a 100% lucky draw gift for everyone! Open WeChat now, click on the "+" sign in the upper right corner "Add Friend", search the official account "qdread" and follow it, hurry up!) (..)