I walked all the way and looked around, but I didn't see anything unusual. Until the three of us entered the room and the ambiguous red light had dimmed, I still didn't see anything strange in this store.
A girl with heavy makeup, good looks and figure, knocked on the door and walked in, asking: "Hello, sir, can I serve you?"
I said without even raising my eyes: "Change!"
The girl was unhappy and walked out with a pout. It was easy for her to wait in line until the clock came up. When I refused, she was moved to the bottom of the line again. She had to wait another round before it was her turn. Of course she wouldn't give it to me.
Looks good.
But my face was even worse, and I rejected three or four people in a row. The last girl who was so ugly that she could rival a certain sister came in timidly, but I waved my hand and said it was you.
This girl is very excited. With her beauty, it is really not a pleasant job to do this job. As I said before, if it is your turn to call the clock and the guests don't order you, your place will still be moved to the end. So,
If you don't have good looks, you will have to stay at the bottom, and you may not make a dime after working hard all night. This girl had to wait for several red lights before she was finally allowed to go.
She walked in happily holding a small basket, her movements a little uncoordinated. She awkwardly handed me a glass of water and asked: "Boss, why did you choose me?"
I was about to drink, but when I heard what she said, I almost burst out. I asked, "Why should I choose someone else?"
"Others...are prettier than me," she murmured.
I said in an old-fashioned way: "Nonsense, who is more beautiful than you?"
"The first number 14 is prettier than me," she whispered. "The chin is pointed, so pretty."
I laughed and said, "A pointy chin is good-looking? What's wrong with girls these days? When taking a selfie, they point their chin so hard that they're not afraid of turning it into an awl and piercing their trachea when they lower their heads?"
The girl burst out laughing and said, "Boss, you really know how to joke. Okay, let's go take a shower first."
I had planned to find a clown, compliment her for a while, get close to her, and then make some jokes. Unexpectedly, although this girl was not very good-looking, after her innocent and lively smile, she made people feel like the girl next door.
Warmth. Anyway, at this point, even if I want to trap her, it would be better for me to ask her with my clothes on, as it would be more candid if I took off my clothes.
So I took off my clothes generously and went to the bathroom to take a shower. While adjusting the water temperature, I said, "How long have you been here?"
She lowered her head, showing a sad look, and said, "It's only been two months."
I said "Oh" and said, "How old are you? You look like you are about sixteen or seventeen years old."
"Boss, you are really good at talking. I wish I were that young," she pointed to the clothes I put on the massage table with a smile, and said, "Can you hang up these clothes for you?"
I nodded, took the bath towel she handed me, dried my body, and put on my shorts. Her hands began to massage my back. She was very strong, and the squeeze was very comfortable. Suddenly, I felt pain in my back, and I looked back at her.
She chuckled and said, "There is a pimple, let me pop it out."
Most girls have this problem. When they see a pimple, they want to squeeze it, otherwise they will feel itchy and scratch their heart. They continue to chat with her. On such occasions, girls who are less attractive are more likely to chat.
.Many times, people are looking for a sense of recognition from others. If they cannot get recognition on their faces, they can only rely on their character. Therefore, talking too much is also a way to please.
This girl told me that she had never met the owner of this place, and they basically didn’t look at looks when hiring technicians. Basically, they would hire anyone who was a woman. It seemed that the store manager never cared about whether the business was good or bad. They usually
I was asked to sit in a small room below, and when guests came, they would come out only after their number was called.
"Is there any basement here?" I asked casually.
"Basement?" the girl said with a strange look on her face, "Boss, why are you asking this?"
"Have you?" I ignored her rhetorical question and continued to ask.
This girl had a very weak character. She lowered her head and thought for a moment, then said, "I don't know. If there is one, it would be by the back door. We generally don't go there."
"Oh, there is a back door here, where is it?"
"Just turn in from the staircase on the first floor. There is a small door under the stairs. Why, are you afraid..." This girl probably meant to say that you were afraid of a police raid, but in this industry, such words are unlucky.
So when she said this, she suddenly covered her mouth.
I smiled and said, "That's right. I'm afraid that if something goes wrong and I encounter an inspection or something, I'll be able to run away then, right?"
The girl covered her mouth and said with a smile: "You men, you have a lustful heart but no lustful courage. You come here just to relax, what do you want to do? Don't worry, I heard from other people that this road is not inspected. Otherwise, everyone will still have trouble."
Can we get together and drive together?”
I said "hmm", then suddenly changed my expression and said, "Oh, no! I forgot my phone in the car down there. I have to go there."
"Is there anyone calling you so late? It won't be long before dawn."
I smiled awkwardly and said, "Don't I have a manager at home? He said he was working overtime all night, but if he doesn't answer the phone, the woman will be difficult to deal with tomorrow."
With that said, I took the bath towel she handed me, dried my body and put on clothes, and walked out gently. The rooms here are all partition rooms with steel keels, which can only block sight lines, but not sound insulation. The rooms on both sides along the way
The technicians in the room were all humming softly and hypocritically, trying hard to satisfy the men's vanity.
I went downstairs and saw that no one was watching. I turned around and went to the back of the stairs. Sure enough, there was a small door hidden here with a lock hanging on it. There were a lot of Coke cans, milk cartons and other garbage piled next to it. This
Although the lock was useless in front of the tinfoil unlocking tool in my pocket, I pondered for a moment and felt something was wrong.
If this small door leads to the secret room of the Dadula organization, and Li Feina and the person guarding her are inside at the moment, then the lock should be on the other side. Otherwise, how can the people inside get out? What the girl just said was...
...The basement passage is next to the back door...My attention then turned to the pile of garbage piled next to this small door.
I kicked it lightly with my foot and discovered that this pile of garbage was not scattered, but a whole piece of soft stuff. I immediately understood that this was a deliberate disguise!
Many restaurants display dishes made of plastic, and after painting them, they are almost exactly the same as the real dishes. The same is true for this pile of garbage. Presumably, this pile of fake garbage is the entrance to the underground secret room! This kind of care is not unworthy.
Good and hard.
For this reason, it would be unreasonable to say that there is nothing strange underneath. Having made up my mind, I gently lifted the pile of plastic fake garbage a crack, and it was dark inside. Then I immediately turned back and arrived.
There was a knock on Zhu Junxuan's door.
Zhu Junxuan opened the door, and I stepped in. An ordinary-looking girl next to me had passed out on the ground. I thought to myself that this guy is really determined. I guess there is no other woman in the world who can touch him except Feina's mother. I quickly
He said: "It's right here. It's very suspicious to find an opening. I just don't know what the fighting strength is inside. Can they be pushed away in one wave?"
Zhu Junxuan did not dare to make excuses, saying that he did not know the specific situation and was not sure.
I was silent for a moment and said, "Then you wait here and I'll come as soon as I can."
I turned around and went downstairs, paid all the money, and just said that I had some things to do and I had to go first. You have to take care of the other two friends.
After I left the house, I looked through the surrounding map in the car, found a chemical supply store, and went straight there. But in the early hours of the morning, no store was still open. Fortunately, this store did not have a rolling shutter door, so I just walked out.
Key, touched it in.
Chemicals are no less dangerous than guns and ammunition. But few people are aware of this. This is evident from the lack of security measures in this store.
If you want to steal, then steal more. This chemical supply store should mainly supply the chemistry laboratories of surrounding schools. Potassium permanganate, magnesium powder, and magnesium strips are all must-have stocks. I got a few
Bags, each filled with some.
I made some heavy coated paper, rolled it up and glued it tightly. Mix potassium permanganate and magnesium powder. Potassium permanganate is a dark purple-red crystal fragment, and magnesium powder is an off-white powder. I used root
The glass rod kept stirring until the two colors were completely mixed together and were basically inseparable. The mixed powder glowed with a strange and mysterious color.
Pour the powder into the coated paper tube, insert a magnesium strip in the middle, compact it with a glass rod, and seal the top opening tightly, leaving a section of the magnesium strip outside. (For the above method of making clay bombs, please
See actual pictures below)
Mix potassium permanganate and magnesium powder
Mix evenly until the color is indistinguishable
Fill paper tube
Insert magnesium strip
seal
ignite
explosion effect
Potassium permanganate releases oxygen when heated, promoting the combustion of magnesium powder
When magnesium powder burns, it emits dazzling white light and a large amount of heat, and generates magnesium oxide smoke after burning.
I followed the same pattern and did four or five in a row. I bought a lighter at the 24-hour convenience store and headed to the massage parlor.
As soon as we entered the door, the receptionist smiled all over his face and said, boss, are you back again? I asked, has my friend come out? He said no, boss, the little girl said you left without serving you, she misses you very much!
I said "Oh", took out the phone and called Yu Baisheng, saying: "Call Lao Zhu, that's it!"
Not long after, the two people came down from upstairs and said: "We checked upstairs and there is no one from Dadula."
When the receptionist heard this, his expression suddenly changed. He formed a knife with his four fingers and slashed toward me. Zhu Junxuan caught the shot in a flash and kicked the handsome guy's dick to pieces. The one who sat down
The cashier at the front desk was about to touch the button under the counter, but he was punched to the ground by Yu Baisheng, followed by two punches, and then fainted. The young man mopping the floor next to him did not look like an organization at all.
The man just saw the man being beaten and rushed up with a mop. However, he was no match for the martial arts champion and was punched and kicked to the ground by Yu Baisheng.
After cleaning up these people, I led the two of them to the back of the stairs. Zhu Junxuan pulled the pile of plastic fake garbage, gently tugged it, nodded to us, and pulled it away. At that moment, someone inside saw a light
He came in and screamed in surprise. Yu Baisheng and I each lit a magnesium bullet and threw it in.