Peggy invited Zhou Qingfeng to attend the masquerade party held at the Happy Monkey bar that night, and Uncle Zhou happily agreed.
It’s impossible not to agree. The more information Zhou Qingfeng has in his hands, the more he feels that the situation between the Chicago police and gangsters is strange. Especially after he raided the gangsters in the Caywood neighborhood and saw a large amount of information from the mobile phones of various villains.
Vulgar text messages with code words. These text messages do not say anything clearly, but they always mention that something big may happen recently.
The street gangsters are well-informed, and if they say something will happen, it will really happen.
And Zhou Qingfeng hates "big events". He always thinks about the outcome of Helena's suicide, and he has been thinking about how to talk to this girl about meeting her father. He is worried that his butterfly wings will flap around, and the clear events will be lost.
The direction was messed up, so he hoped to follow Helena.
It's a masquerade, to put it bluntly, just join in the fun. Americans like to play all kinds of role-playing. Things like Superman, Elvis Presley, Sith warriors, etc. are so common. Naturally, all kinds of weird costumes come out.
Peggy dressed herself up as Catwoman and Helena as Wonder Woman. Both of them only wore three-point underwear, with the front and the back raised, so hot. As for Zhou Qingfeng, Peggy suggested that he wear a tight-fitting bra.
I tried to play Bruce Lee in sportswear, but he sternly rejected me.
Free people, why do you think of Bruce Lee when you look at the Chinese? This concept is too backward and needs to be changed! Our current vision is global.
When night fell, hundreds of young people in different clothes walked towards the bar. Suddenly they looked at a strong man in front of Helena and Peggy with surprised eyes. And when this man walked to the door of the bar, he almost
The tall guard even felt a little self-conscious about his appearance and did not dare to stand up and stop him.
Because Zhou Qingfeng was wearing an armored helmet, holding a large shield and a short sword in his hand, and a flowing red cloak tied around his neck. Apart from a pair of retro leather boots, he only had a pair of tight and small pants.
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This outfit is - Spartan!
When Zhou Qingfeng bought this suit from the props store, the store owner also reminded him that Asian figures might not be suitable for wearing this suit. But when he actually walked out of the dressing room half-naked, everyone in the store had to do it.
Eye-catching.
Handsome, so damn handsome!
Bronze skin, thick arms, thick chest muscles, clear and strong eight-pack abs, two strong thighs, even the two ounces of flesh wrapped in shorts look extremely majestic. Zhou Qingfeng wields a sword and holds a shield.
Standing in front of others, it perfectly explains what male beauty is.
When Peggy saw Zhou Qingfeng's attire, her legs went weak and she screamed. Helena was also staring at it. No matter how much she said she didn't like Chinese people, she still had to admit that the Chinese figure in front of her was too perfect.
Be masculine!
When it comes to physical fitness, Zhou Qingfeng is still somewhat proud. He feels that if he has to be second in this world, no one can be number one.
The shield is made of wood, thick and heavy, weighing more than ten kilograms. An ordinary person will be tired and out of breath after holding it for a few minutes. The dagger is also made of wood, but it is hard and makes a whistling sound when swung. Two props
They are all painted in dark gold and look powerful in your hand.
Seeing Zhou Qingfeng's appearance, Peggy whispered to Helena: "I kind of regret inviting him to the masquerade party tonight. As soon as he goes out like this, I can imagine a wave of love rivals about to pounce on him. I
The chance of hooking him is greatly reduced."
"Don't worry, the probability of success will not be reduced." Helena comforted, but she added in her heart, 'The probability of success is zero anyway, no matter how low it is, it will not be a negative number.'
When the "Spartan" version of Zhou Qingfeng appeared, it really caused quite a stir. Compared with other pot-bellied Hulks, Spider-Man with a double chin, and bald Gandalf, his body was simply blinding.
When entering the bar, there were really a lot of exhibitionist women screaming and rushing towards him. Under the dim light, no one could see what Zhou Qingfeng looked like. Anyway, countless hands came towards him.
A lusty woman would simply grab him between his legs, pinch him a few times, and then scream a few times, never getting tired of it.
Zhou Qingfeng is also crazy. Occasionally, he will hold his shield high, wave his dagger, and yell "Spartan" in a deep voice. He will drown out the sound of the entire bar, attracting more women to go crazy for him.
Peggy, dressed as Catwoman, stood aside, looking listless. She would regret bringing Zhou Qingfeng out. No matter how stupid she was, she understood that the possibility of herself and the man in front of her was really unlikely——
There are too many shameless bitches, and the competition is so damn fierce.
Helena, who was dressed as Wonder Woman, still remembered her job. After looking at Zhou Qingfeng who was showing off for a few times, she took out a walkie-talkie from her underwear, pressed the call button and said: "Bob, I'm coming in.
Already."
There was a burst of electricity on the intercom, and the voice of FBI senior agent William Bob came, "Our people are ready outside the bar. If there is danger, we will rush in to rescue you. I hope everything goes well for you. I wish you the best."
Good luck to you."
"Thank you." After ending the call, Helena walked to the backstage of the bar. Her mission today was to find a way to enter Chris' office in the bar and find evidence that could send Chris to jail.
In a field service vehicle outside the bar, William Bob was giving a pep talk, "Listen, this is a simple task. Our target tonight is 'Grey Tooth' Chris, the drug kingpin who has been on the West Side of Chicago for a long time.
If all goes well this guy will spend the rest of his life in prison."
Under the cool light in the car, FBI senior agent William Bob was wearing a body armor with FBI logo and long and short firearms. He made action arrangements for more than ten members of his team with a serious expression.
"'Graytooth' Chris is a very cunning guy. We have been following him for three years and only recently got the chance to capture him. This time we have a special undercover agent to provide clues. Once the evidence chain is complete, we will act immediately
, arrest this bastard Chris."
The dozen or so FBI operations team members in front of him are all well-equipped and well-trained. And this is not all the manpower for this operation. In order to be absolutely sure, William Bob mobilized a dozen large and small vehicles and hundreds of personnel for the deployment.
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Also near the bar, another group of people were gearing up. A black man wearing a colorful turban waved a pistol and encouraged his more than 30 gangster gunmen to say: "Chris is finished.
His backstage no longer protects him, and no one can save him. When we rush in and kill that guy, the territory on Chicago's West Side will be ours."
"Oh yeah...!" More than 30 thugs shouted in confusion, all of them excited. Some even took drugs and powder on the spot in order to get excited, and they suddenly felt a hundred times more energetic and fearless.
In the bar, 'Grey Tooth' Chris, with a large number of his men, was already ready. He held a gun in one hand and a remote control in the other, looking coldly at the several screens in front of him, which were all filled with information about the bar.
Images taken by surveillance cameras everywhere, "Whoever dares to be my enemy will be killed!"
At this time, Uncle Zhou was still happily playing his roaring game - Spartan! on the dance floor of the bar!