Style Bar, a well-known bar in District 2, is located adjacent to the wealthy area.
Dynamic music faintly came from inside the door. This is a place where people get drunk at night, but today is a little unusual, because the welcoming bartender at the door is no longer just a tall and handsome young man, there are two strong men standing there.
On the side, the well-developed muscles held up the T-shirt, and the sunglasses under the glare glanced back and forth. This seemed to be a small door of a bar.
However, people coming and going are accustomed to this situation. This is a bar VIP channel. As for what kind of VIP it is, it is impossible for people below the middle class to know.
Only open to the elite class, the background is amazing. There will be an event similar to a membership gathering every ten days. However, the bustling crowd did not realize how noble the people who came were, because there was no grand pomp and no team of bodyguards. Every time
From this day on, there are always some masked people wearing casual or formal clothes. They are alone, which makes them look more mysterious to people hanging out in the bar.
It is regarded as a special custom that has been going on for a long time, but it seems that today is not the official day, it should be a day early. Even if someone really observes carefully, they will not care too much. Who knows what those noble guests are doing
Thought.
A man wearing a deer mask came over, holding a simple piece of paper in his hand, with a portrait and a string of numbers printed roughly on it, and finally the two letters HZ.
"HZ, please come in." A strong man took the piece of paper and pressed the identifier on his wrist against the digital string. The green indicator light on the back of his hand flashed slightly and the strong man handed it back.
Paper, nodded and moved away, the low-light monitor on the chest recorded quietly.
The deer-masked man took back the piece of paper, nodded, and entered between the two strong men.
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"Hei, why did you first ask me to steal a mask two streets away?" Mu Fan just appeared at the back door of a toy store, and his dark breath was actually used to steal, he thought helplessly.
Hei, this unreliable teammate, pressed so hard at first. After Mu Fan quickly rushed to the area, he actually asked him to go to the toy store to steal a mask.
"Stop talking nonsense, listen to my command, and move quickly. Now go out from the alley behind the door of this toy store, and then turn right for twenty meters. You will see a white wall with an automatic ticket machine on it.
, you go over and click it, and wait until no one is around." Hei ignored Mu Fan and accelerated his urging.
Mu Fan suppressed his tumbling breath, activated his dark breath again, and walked out like a ghost.
We arrived there quickly. It was a relatively quiet street. Most of the shops were closed at night. When two pedestrians walked by, Mu Fan clicked out.
A piece of paper spit out and Mu Fan subconsciously took it in his hand.
Huh? What's going on? There's a half-kneeling figure logo, and then there's a series of inexplicable numbers and codes. The last two letters are quite familiar, MF.
"Don't ask me yet, just take it and find some clothes to cover it up. This uniform will still be obvious after a while." Hei said something inexplicable again.
Mu Fan was really angry. Did you mean to let him steal another piece of clothing? He had never stolen anything before, so he felt guilty after taking that mask. Even though it was the shabbiest mask in the warehouse,
A dusty yellow duck child's mask.
Hei hasn't seen this mask yet. If he knew it, he might say something vicious. Mu Fan muttered in his heart, and then started to look around for the target. Let's make an exception again.
Hey, it seems there is one. There is a laundry on the corner of the street. Mu Fan noticed the corner of clothes hidden through the fence that swayed in the afternoon.
"Hei, I found a laundry. Block the surveillance." The fence did not stop the agile Mu Fan at all. He had already quietly notified Hei when he climbed over it.
"It has been blocked! You have good vision, and you don't need to remind me, but hurry up, there is still one minute from now." Hei quickly answered Mu Fan, and then gave Mu Fan an accurate time.
At the door of a stylish bar two streets away, a strong man looked at the time and said to his companion: "One more minute, there should be no one left."
The strong man next to me said coldly: "It's only a minute if you say it, and you can't leave until the time is up."
The strong man looking at his watch looked like he was about to get angry, but he endured it, "Humph." The low-light monitors on the chests of the two captured every move the other made just now.
Mu Fan had no idea what was going on here. After he turned over, he was happy to find that he no longer had to violate his conscience. He saw a blanket hanging to dry, so he wrapped it around himself and ran out.
"Mu Fan, this is the dress you picked!!?" Hei almost yelled, do you know how much effort I put into forging your information?
"Just tell me if this body works!"
"Okay!" Hei gritted his teeth and said, if it had teeth.
"There are 53 seconds left. Two streets to the east of you, there is a flashing sign that says Style Bar." No longer poor, a black reminder came to Mu Fan's ears, "Find two at the entrance.
Strong man, put on your mask, hand them the piece of paper, and go in."
"What happens after we get in?" Mu Fan had already started running quickly.
"I don't know. There is no surveillance there. Also, control your breathing. You must not gasp when standing in front of those two people."
"Don't worry." Mu Fan's breathing was almost inaudible under the dark breath, even while jumping at such a high speed.
He ran to help jump, stepped directly on the top of a street lamp, jumped to the roof of the building, and then moved as light and fast as a night owl. Tonight's first practice, Mu Fan really discovered that the fighter instructor
The extraordinary thing about this martial art that I taught myself is that it is not a practical combat skill, but it is extremely practical.
He was able to control the force of his feet more precisely than usual, masking the obvious sound of his whereabouts into silence.
Phew, Mu Fan appeared behind the building at the corner, with a blanket wrapped around his body like a large cloak, leaving only his formal-like trousers and feet exposed.
Putting on the shabby little yellow duck mask, Mu Fan turned around and appeared in front of the style bar with seventeen seconds left.
Huh? Both strong men noticed this weirdo and looked at each other. There was nothing they could do, that little yellow duck mask was so eye-catching. Mu Fan had no idea that Hei was already scolding him to death, but he was afraid of being beaten to death by the two.
The strong man noticed that Hei had entered silence in the headset.
Mu Fan breathed naturally and evenly, walked steadily, and walked up to the two strong men.
The two of them stretched out their hands to stop it. They had no impression of it before. If they had seen it before, they would probably never forget such an ugly little yellow duck.
The masked weirdo wearing a cloak raised his head, and a piece of paper appeared at the tip of his finger.
The time was about to come, and someone really came. The strong man on the left glanced at his companion in surprise, with a tangled expression on his face that wanted to laugh but was trying hard to hold it back. He took the piece of paper and swiped it at his wrist.
Beep, the green light flashes.
So he handed back the piece of paper and had to bow his head and say, "MF, please come in!"
The masked weirdo nodded and stepped in. Through the passing colored lights, the two strong men noticed the brand-new trousers and leather shoes under their steps, and nodded in their hearts. This was normal.
Hey, does this man's cloak look like a cheap blanket? The two strong men who were about to close the door and go back were instantly shocked.