Morel Bar, located in the famous Bar Street of Tiffany's, is one of many bars. Among many bars, it is not too outstanding and can only be regarded as an average bar.
The reception here is basically tourists from all over the world. In these bars, you can see tourists of all skin colors and hair colors speaking various local languages around the world, listening to Tiffany’s special music and drinking wine.
, experience the night that belongs to Tiffany’s.
Yang Hao folded his hands and walked slowly into the Morel Bar. At this time, Yang Hao was also disguised. He put on a mustache and disguised the color of his eyes. He looked completely different from Yang Hao under the bar lights.
Two people.
Yang Hao sat at the bar and knocked on the counter: "A glass of beer."
Yang Hao took out a banknote and threw it on the counter, and said casually: "The rest is a tip."
Behind the counter was a middle-aged man in his forties. He took a look at the face value of the banknotes and said thank you, but he did not show any happy expression on his face.
The corners of Yang Hao's mouth raised slightly. The face value of the banknotes was not small, and there was still a lot left over after buying a glass of beer. If this were an ordinary bartender, there would be some genuine surprise on his face, but
He didn't.
Not at all!
Yang Hao took a big sip of the beer brought by the bartender, tapped his fingers on the table and said, "I want to inquire about something."
The bartender raised his head and stared at Yang Hao expressionlessly: "Say."
"Nighthawk."
Yang Hao simply said two words and watched the expression on the bartender's face change. Sure enough, after hearing these two words, the expression on the bartender's face changed two points and became two points vigilant and alert.
"Who are you? Why are you looking for Nighthawk? How do you know about Nighthawk?"
Yang Hao smiled and said: "You can call me Tov. Naturally, I want Nighthawk to do something for me. Isn't that what you do? You are quite famous in Tiffany's. As for me,
How do you know about Nighthawk? Haha, a friend from the Holy See introduced it to me."
Nighthawk originally had some connections with the Holy See, so Yang Hao answered like this, but the bartender believed it and asked calmly: "What do you want to entrust?"
Yang Hao looked around and asked in a low voice: "I want to kidnap someone, a foreigner who is traveling here."
The bartender frowned: "You can handle this kind of trivial matter with a few street gangsters. As for us, Nighthawk?"
Yang Hao chuckled and said: "This man is quite capable, he is very vigilant, he seems to be good at fighting, and his drag racing skills are very good. He is not that easy to deal with. What's more important is that I want the whole thing to be done without anyone noticing, so I can't
known by anyone."
The bartender gently wiped the wine glass with the towel in his hand, stared at Yang Hao and said: "If Nighthawk takes action, the price will not be low."
Yang Hao put on an arrogant look: "It's okay, just quote a price. Money is not an issue, but I have a request."
The bartender said calmly: "Tell me!"
Yang Hao raised his fingers gently on the counter: "I know that the core personnel of your Nighthawk all use the codename Yingying. My friend introduced him to him as a good person, and I want him to take action."
The bartender squinted his eyes slightly and looked at Yang Hao: "Why appoint him? Others are equally qualified."
Yang Hao said with a nonchalant expression: "That's okay, but my friend said something when he introduced him to me, saying that he is very good at kidnapping people and so on. If you think there is someone else who can do it, I have no problem with it.
"
The bartender said solemnly: "Tell me the target person you want to kidnap, and the follow-up matters after the kidnapping. I will hand the person over to you, or will I?"
Yang Hao took out a photo and put it on the counter, and said quickly: "Leave the person to me in a safe place, I will kill that guy with my own hands, and then you can help me dispose of the body, as long as no one is aware of it."
.”
Yang Hao glanced at the bartender's face, but there was no change. Obviously, such a thing was not considered a big deal in their business scope.
"The man's name is Howie, and he lives in the Xinglai Hotel. This is his photo. I know you may have to investigate the target person before making a decision, but I can tell you that that guy is a rich second generation who inherited the inheritance.
Those with no background, well, some can fight."
"Can we call?" The bartender showed an undisguised sarcastic look on his face: "Leave your phone number. Within three days, we will get back to you whether we will accept your order and the price of the order. Once the order is accepted,
, you need to pay half in advance, and the other half after the work is completed."
Yang Hao snapped his fingers indifferently: "No problem, as I said before, money is not an issue, but can you hurry up? That guy is here for tourism and can't stay for two days."
The bartender nodded: "We will do it as soon as possible. Is there anything else?"
Yang Hao shook his head: "I'll wait for your news, as soon as possible."
The bartender hummed, and Yang Hao stopped staying and turned around to leave the Morel Bar.
After Yang Hao left, the bartender called a young man to replace him and walked to the room behind the bar with what he had recorded.
He is just a liaison officer. The business he is responsible for is contacting business. He is the most peripheral member of Nighthawk. Even if someone wants to cause trouble and catches him, they can't find out the reason because he doesn't know Nighthawk.
Who are the members of the Eagle or where are they? All he knows is some code names.
He made a phone call, told the other party what was happening on his side, then put down the phone and returned to the front desk, as if nothing had happened.
Somewhere in Tiffany's, Diamond, who is in his forties with a beard, is lying on the sofa, holding a glass of red wine in his hand. Next to him, there is a sexy blonde beauty, leaning on his
He put the grapes in his hand into his mouth one by one.
Opposite him, sat a man in his thirties, with sharp eyes and a faint scar on his face, which ruined his entire face.
"Diamond, you made a lot of money before, how long are you going to take a break this time?"
Diamond smiled lazily and said: "Anyway, let's rest for now. People can't be busy making money all the time. They have to learn to spend money to enjoy life. And at this juncture, I'd better hide away."
The scar-faced man smiled and said: "I originally thought that the Rangers could make a comeback with the thing you gave them, but who knew that they failed again, and they also involved people who had been buried for many years, and were implicated in the crime?
Many people have suffered heavy losses this time and may not be able to recover for a long time."
Diamond smiled nonchalantly and said: "Whatever, I'm just doing a business with them anyway. If it weren't for some special relationship, I would be more willing to sell that thing to the Holy See. I think they will definitely pay the price."
Higher than those stingy guys."
The scar-faced man asked with some confusion: "Didn't that thing say it was taken away? Why did it suddenly appear again later?"
Diamond stood up from the sofa and waved the blond woman next to him to leave. After the woman left, Diamond said with a serious face: "It is said that Chinese practitioners intervened, and because of them, Nata
Shacai escaped, but the sword fell into the hands of the Chinese practitioners. They probably made some deal with the Holy See, and then the sword was handed over to the Holy See and into Natasha's hands..."
The scar-faced man narrowed his eyes slightly: "You extorted this sword from the Chinese cultivators. Now that they appear here, will they cause trouble for you? Is this the reason why you want to hide?
"
Diamond nodded and said: "You must also know how powerful the Chinese cultivators are. Although in our profession, we always keep our heads on our belts, but if we know the danger and still take the risk, then
Just to die."
The scar-faced man smiled and said, "Will they look for you?"
Diamond shook his head and said, "I don't know, but it's better to be careful."
The scar-faced man nodded understandingly: "That's fine, anyway, the money you make will be enough for you to live luxuriously for several years. Just enjoy your life. If we die, no matter how much money we have, it will be useless."
Diamond stared at the scar-faced man with a smile: "Huaying, you sound like you have very little money. If you quit now, your money will probably be enough for you to spend your whole life."
The scar-faced man also said with a smile: "In our business, making money is of course the biggest purpose, but stimulation itself is also another purpose. Wandering in the dark and doing things that ordinary people can't do, this kind of breaking the rules is itself a
Such a sense of pleasure, and it really makes me want to be a rich man who does nothing and just drinks and picks up girls every day. Such a life is too boring for me."
At this moment, Diamond's cell phone suddenly rang. Diamond picked up the phone and answered it for a while, frowning slightly: "The other party called my name... Well, I don't want to take the task now, I want to
Let’s take a break and ask others if they are interested.”
Diamond hung up the phone and frowned slightly, seeming to be thinking.
The scar-faced man asked: "What's wrong? Someone asked you for a mission?"
Diamond raised his head and said: "Well, the other party mentioned my name, but he didn't insist that it must be me. He just said that he hoped that our eagles would go out."
The scar-faced man asked curiously: "What mission?"
Diamond shrugged his shoulders: "Kiddling a foreign tourist. According to the client, he is a rich second generation who inherited an inheritance. We must have a grudge with him. He wants us to kidnap him without anyone noticing, and then he will kill him with his own hands."
Let’s settle this matter.”
The scar-faced man blinked: "How much does the other party pay?"
Diamond said helplessly: "Isn't this what we should set the price for? The other party has repeatedly stated that money is not an issue. They only hope that we will send out professionals, and it must be silent and unnoticed... What, are you interested?"
The scar-faced man sighed: "Logically speaking, I really don't want to get involved in this kind of small business, but last month I was a little unlucky, and now I can hardly afford to eat. Since the other party said that there is no shortage of money,
Then I, Hua Ying, take action personally, so I must be giving him enough face, and asking him for a decent price is not too much, right?"
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