Um!
Who is that person!??
The moment he noticed that figure in his field of vision, Fangran's eyes flashed with shock and surprise.
"etc."
"What else?"
The opening stopped Annabelle from hanging up. Listening to her impatient words, Celica took out the photo and gave a direct signal:
"At your seven o'clock position, Michael, the maker of the micro-device we found, is over there."
Annabelle frowned slightly when she heard this. She took off her sunglasses and looked at the reflection of the mirror without any trace.
Find the figure that overlaps with the photo among the participants behind you.
"Keep an eye on him for now, and we'll talk about the rest when we arrive."
"Humph, you don't need to tell me."
The proud and beautiful woman snorted and hung up the communication. In the black market, Celica put away her communication device and looked at Fangran:
"let's go."
Then following her faster pace this time, Fangran walked out of the neighborhood from another direction this time. Before entering the elevator again, he subconsciously turned back and opened his dark eyes.
I took one last look at this underground neighborhood that I passed briefly but left an impression on from the ‘night sky’ above.
I vaguely felt that seeing this scene would mean something to me.
It’s just that he still can’t figure it out.
Returning to the ground, coming out of an abandoned building that is further away, the changes in space make people doubt that there is really a block underground.
Then at this moment, Fangran suddenly heard a voice from his earphones that seemed to remind him that the black market did exist.
"The blank account received a fund transfer of US$10,000. Note: The first small-amount transaction is exempt from handling fees."
Listening to this inexplicable report, Fangran's face was blank at first.
Then an idea suddenly popped into my head.
Damn it, you just sold it. Are the black market channels so efficient!?
Then the second thought,
Damn it, does anyone actually buy such a stupid thing!?
These two thoughts were swirling in his mind. When Fangran was shocked that he seemed to have discovered another way to get rich,
"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you leave quickly?"
Celica turned around and glanced at him. She immediately reacted when she heard this. Fangran looked at the dark night around her. A cold wind blew through the scene, which could only sweep away the garbage.
Remembering that this place is at least 20 kilometers away from the city center, I tried to ask with a little shame.
"How do we go?"
(≡Д≡;) Could it be that he parkoured all the way...
...
...
Houston, downtown,
I was sitting in a car that was stopped by the roadside. I tossed two banknotes before getting out of the car.
Fangran, who was silently complaining about Celica's 'kind' method in forcing a taxi, completely forgetting what he had done,
Following her, he jumped out of the car, lowered his sunglasses and marveled at the bustling night view of downtown Houston.
"Where are we going now? Is the pub in the city?"
Ignoring the driver who drove away in a hurry, Celica glanced at the road signs and other information, turned around and walked in one direction.
"This way."
Walking in the urban area of ​​the fourth largest city in the United States, the wealth of the city is revealed in the brilliant lights, passing by buildings decorated with golden lights.
Walking on the street at night, in the eyes of many men who were amazed by Celika's figure along the way,
Fangran followed her and finally came to a place that was not the most central but not remote either.
Then Fangran raised his head and looked at the building in front of him, a large and magnificent European-style building, with a number of luxury cars parked in the front courtyard surrounded by iron gates.
It is different from the abandoned factory hidden in the suburbs and locked up with iron chains. It is another style that people will not approach.
It's just that this style of painting is really not a club compared to a 'tavern'...
Fangran came up with this idea very strongly.
He followed Selika and walked inside. It was clear that neither he nor Selika were dressed like people who could come to a place of this quality.
But no one stopped them, and they walked all the way through the front yard to the entrance gate.
The club...ah no, the glass door of the pub opens automatically. There is no doorman, no waiter, no security, and no front desk.
Passing through the bright and luxurious unmanned front hall, the door leading to the inner room automatically opened after the two people approached.
Then the moment the door opens, the scene inside unfolds before your eyes,
The overall light is dark, but not to the level of a nightclub. There are no dazzling light effects, and the music played is not deafening but melodious and soothing.
Bar counter, wine cabinet, box, singing stage, sofa seats and central dance floor are all equipped and exquisite.
It's just that it's mixed with artificial intelligence, robots, holographic projections, soundproofing devices... and other very unusual things.
In short, this is a leisure bar for rich people that seems to have been modified by science fiction elements.
However, everyone who comes here is a participant.
"This is...the tavern?"
The humanoid robot bartender behind the bar, the holographic projections of the beauties serving as the atmosphere on the dance floor, and the virtual interface for all kinds of participants around to order,
After going to the black market, the shock was much less, but this scene of using technology to replace artificiality,
It still surprised Fangran.
"Save your curiosity for the next time you come by yourself. We are not here to play now."
With one sentence, all Fangran wanted to ask was blocked. Celica ignored all the glances around her and continued walking towards the center of the room.
At this time, there were not too many people in the tavern, but not too many either.
Some were obviously acquaintances gathered in twos and threes at the sofa booths, chatting, and some seemed to be strangers sitting together at the bar, chatting casually.
Some of them didn't turn on the soundproofing equipment, and they didn't seem to mind being heard chatting.
"A business commission from the company, the reward is 10 million..."
"The latest news, there was an auction recently on the black market in New York..."
"I met someone in a previous scene..."
"I've run into some trouble. My equipment is seriously damaged and I want to find a mechanic..."
...
As I followed Selica and walked inside, I heard some conversations coming to my ears through the translator. Most of them were commissions, scenes and other information about North America.
But when passing by a bar, Fangran also heard something that concerned him.
"The leaders of the Royal Court, and even the 50th Cavalry...the association has made quite a stir in Europe this time. This is the first time this year."
"Oh, it's normal. How long has it been since the world of Night War entered a period of peace?"
"There are more and more participants, and they are becoming more and more active. Some problems will be exposed sooner or later. From the moment the two overlords have different attitudes towards this, something like this will definitely happen."
The moment he heard such words, Fangran subconsciously stopped.
Chapter completed!