An extremely luxurious high-end restaurant, the completely useless nineteen-meter-high ceiling is just to make the nave look more open and grand, with indoor fountains, exquisite sculptures, black baroque style and red silk vertical flags, elegant lights and bands, whether indoors
The design and soft decoration design and taste are all top-notch.
As the most well-known and upscale restaurant in the St. Louis area, you may not be able to reserve a seat just by spending money, but also require a certain amount of social connections.
Several dignitaries from the city council also dined here today with members of the world-touring ballet company.
Restaurant chef.
A group of people wearing white chef uniforms with gold buttons were busy at work, but these clothes were completely inconsistent with their strong physiques and were obviously a few sizes too small, like temporary clothes.
And their fierce faces and sinister eyes are completely different from those of chefs, and some of their faces have hideous scars or horrific tattoos.
"Some customers are complaining that the food you cook doesn't taste good. Have you really been a chef before? Serve the food faster and add more seasonings. Those idiots won't be able to eat anything anyway."
Di Bong, who was wearing a chef's hat, looked a little funny. He personally demonstrated how to cook beef stew in red wine, pouring in olive oil, chicken essence and parsley crazily.
For this operation, Di Wei carefully selected some people in the organization who had worked in the catering industry. Each one was more powerful than the other. They were all good players. Unexpectedly, when the operation started, these people were completely useless. Those customers
It's really fucking weird that you can really taste the difference.
“But it doesn’t mean that the more seasonings, the more delicious the dish will be.”
Heath retorted.
"Is curry paste considered a seasoning?"
Terry doesn't know the difference between spices and various sauces.
Di Yi was so shocked that he handed over the kitchen guidance to Sifu. In the past more than an hour, he was the only one who had served meals without any problems. Di Yi now had a high degree of trust in him.
Because he is an agent, Silver is proficient in a variety of skills including musical instruments, cooking, and art appreciation, and is fully capable of handling this situation.
Di Wei was extremely regretful. If he had known better, he would not have used methane to make the chef here faint. This Italian really has two brushes.
The filming scene of "It's a Wonderful Life".
The highest directive from the SCT summit ordered Di Wei to use documentary form to show SCT's humanistic care and encourage young people to actively participate in the organization.
The cameraman used professional equipment to shoot at the kitchen, and then pointed the camera at Di Bong's location.
Sensing the camera, Di Wei was in a hurry. He quickly wiped his greasy hands on his apron and put on the friendly look of a middle-aged female yoga instructor with a blessed soul.
"Hey, hello."
Di Wei waved his hand in a fake way, feeling that this was a bit stupid.
"Can you pinch that section just now?"
"Hold."
Di Wei cursed, canceled the embarrassing sway, and continued: "We are going to visit the people in the city council today because they have included the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association on the list of illegal organizations."
"This is really a huge misunderstanding. We have not held a demonstration, nor have we had any violent activities, or illegally occupied public facilities. The activity room has also paid rent. We just get together to solve some troubles and do some things."
Crafts, but they unreasonably confiscated the oven and coffee machine, and sealed the activity room."
"This is Klein. He has been... not doing well lately."
Di Wei waved and asked a very nervous person, who was staring at the note and reciting his lines, to come over, and the camera also focused on it.
Xifu stopped chopping vegetables, and was shocked. He didn't know what he was going to do today, because there were not only SCT people, but also some people who didn't know the truth and just participated in the testicular cancer mutual aid group. They just thought it was normal.
Unexpectedly, the "public welfare activities" were arranged by the city councilor and they wanted to stop them here. But there were so many people around that it was difficult to avoid the eyes and ears. I didn't know if it was too late to send the message now. I'm afraid it was already too late.
I had to make an excuse to go to the bathroom and send the message to Gray.
The camera focuses on the person reciting the lines.
"Fuck... I don't want the part just now. I don't want the clip where he recited his lines. Are you ready?"
Di Wei patted the man on the shoulder, and he breathed a sigh of relief, made an OK gesture to the camera, and then started to perform.
Before joining SCT, this person had dreams of becoming a star. He studied acting and went to Hollywood to audition many times, but was always unsatisfied due to his unsightly appearance.
"My wife and I have always wanted children, but we always had different opinions."
"I always wanted a girl, but she wanted a boy."
"Just a week ago, she gave birth to two children, a boy and a girl, both of whom are healthy."
"The child with her new husband."
"I... bless them because..."
His throat rolled up when he said this, and he started to cry a little. He forced himself to finish: "Because this is what she deserves."
Di Wei patted his shoulder to comfort him and said, "Thank you Klein for sharing."
Heath was speechless. For the first time, Di Wei didn't talk about his crazy theories and acted like a serious testicular cancer mutual aid group. The SCT summit was such a terrible thing.
"I will discuss it with them next. Everyone... doesn't want to lose this shelter."
After saying that, Di Biao's face turned out to be somewhat sad.
Heath directly called him professional. Without you, I would throw the magazine into the trash can.
At this time, a member whispered something into Di Biao's ear, and Di Biao took out a pistol from his arms.
"Stop fucking filming, turn it on again later."
Di Wei took off his chef's hat, and several important figures from the city council arrived.
Two minutes later.
boom!
boom!
boom!
Three consecutive gunshots immediately plunged the high-end restaurant into panic.
A group of gangsters poured out of the back kitchen, holding machine guns or improvised meat cleavers from the kitchen.
After reporting the situation, Silver was alarmed by gunshots and came out of the bathroom, hoping to reduce casualties.
Customers in colorful clothes wanted to escape, but Heath, who was armed with a heavy machine gun, blocked the door and put up a "close" sign, indicating that it was closed.
The fire escape was also blocked by several gunmen.
After understanding the situation, all the customers squatted down with their heads in their hands, understanding that they had been robbed.
Di Wei clapped his hands, attracting everyone's attention.
"I'm sorry, everyone, this is filming. The camera can be turned on. You can just have your meal as normal. We just want to talk to some of our beloved congressmen."
After a group of SCT members coordinated the scene, order was restored. Everyone sat in the dining chairs with frightened faces and was at a loss. They were not interested in the exquisite dishes on the table. One of the male customers tried to call the police on his mobile phone.
boom!
Blood splattered, and a big hole opened in his temple. He fell to the ground and died violently.
Di Wei slapped the pistol on the table. This bloody scene made all the female guests scream, and the men in suits and ties were even more frightened to the point of trembling.
"Didn't you say...this is a charity event?"
A young-looking member of the mutual aid association was also a little frightened, not knowing what kind of organization he had joined.
Because the SCT and the Testicular Cancer Mutual Aid Association are actually separate, the Los Angeles branch of the SCT is a group of sensible people, and many of these people who come from activity rooms from various places were just ordinary people who worked odd jobs or were depressed.
Silver frowned, this would only make the situation worse.
As expected, after hearing such a reply, Di Wei's face became more and more gloomy. He took off his chef's uniform, wearing the khaki windbreaker he usually wore, and his vicious eyes were like a snake's scorpion.
"Of course it's a charity event, but many times... we have to eliminate some bad people."
"No one wants this to happen."
"This isn't playing house, kid."
"People without determination can't do anything. In order to gain dignity, you have to play...a killer."
Di Wei sat at the table of the city councilors, picked up a knife and fork and cut steaks for the big shots opposite, and placed them on their plates with great care.
"But……"
This young man still wants to say something else.
"Will you shut the fuck up?"
boom!
Silver shot the young man in the arm, causing him to collapse to the ground and howl in pain. Silver knew that if he continued to speak, Dick might order everyone present to be shot.
Di Zhu glanced at Sif unexpectedly, but didn't take it to heart. This really needed some small lessons.
"Just don't take pictures in this situation."
Di Wei saw that the photographer was still taking pictures.
"Uh... I will edit this, but there are some parts that I want to go back and read for fun. My girlfriend's hobbies are a bit special, as you know."
The photographer said a little embarrassed.
Di Wei was speechless, this guy was playing perverted.
"Since many new members really don't know what our specific work is, let me demonstrate it next."
Di Wei held the knife tightly and stood up.
Click...
Click...
Click...
He moved very quickly, went around to the back of the dining chair opposite, and cut the throats of several people across from him and bled them. The red liquid sprayed was all over the dining table, and all the dishes were splashed with impressionistic red ink.
Sifu turned his head and couldn't bear to look.
Only the last congressman who was breathing heavily and a few sobbing ballet members were left on the table, while other customers in the restaurant were holding their breath and shaking. The sound of needle drops could be heard throughout the nave, for fear that it would be their turn next.
.
"We are just taking back the rights we deserve and overthrowing this... blood-stained imperial throne."
"First of all, you have to tell me where the mayor is now, and I want to express my respect to him. Also, when you go back, don't seal up our activity room again."
Di Wei smelled the smell on the knife.
"Fuck, type AB blood."
He said this.
Finding that the atmosphere at the scene was too tense, including many new members whose faces were blank, Di Biao felt that he had neglected his duty. In view of the spread of the mutual aid association, he originally wanted to bring some new troops to see the world, because there was indeed no danger in this operation.
, but it seems that the aspect of psychological construction has been neglected, leading to overreaction.
Systematic sergeant training is indeed needed, and what is needed are extremely brave and talented people.
He decided to tell a joke to relieve the embarrassment.
"Stop crying all over the place."
"There is such a joke."
"The airport in Los Angeles is setting off a gun salute, and the first shot has been fired."
"The wife asked her husband why he set off the cannon."
"The husband replied, because the president is coming."
"The salute went off a few more times, and my wife asked again, what happened? Did the first shot miss him?"
"Hahaha……"
Di Wei held his forehead and tried his best to suppress his laughter, but instead made himself laugh.
