Chapter 110 Transformation (1)

Ham, fried eggs, lettuce, and two slices of bread make for a filling sandwich that can be prepared in minutes.

At this moment, Lu Li and Paul were sitting face to face, gulping down their lunch, while the TV above their heads was broadcasting the noon news.

People in the media no longer discuss the matter of JFK, but only talk about the economy, tourism, and employment, as if they have forgotten about it.

In fact, the existence cycle of a news hotspot is very short, but it will not disappear so quickly.

"Obviously, the incident at the airport was deliberately suppressed."

Paul frowned. He knew that New York City was not peaceful and peaceful on the surface. There was an undercurrent surging. These people were so powerful that even CDC officials wanted to serve them.

After eating two sandwiches, Lu Li felt that he had returned to his peak state.

"Go to the car rental company this afternoon and find a way to get a Dodge pickup back, and rent it for at least ten days."

Lu Li poured half a cup of coffee from the coffee pot, and while heating milk in it, he said, "Then we have to move separately, and the black Chevrolet is for me for the time being."

Hearing this, Paul nodded, assuming a posture of obeying orders.

Didn't even ask...

For a while, Lu Li had a hard time adapting.

But that's fine, he doesn't want to bring a curious baby along to save the world.

A few minutes later.

"Call me if you have something to do, don't act without authorization, lest you startle the snake."

"By the way, remember to hide the gun."

Seeing that there was nothing more to explain, Lu Li put down his coffee cup, picked up the car keys and turned to leave.

Behind him, Paul, who was acting as a tool, let out a long sigh of relief. Since last night, his friend and partner, Lu Li, seemed to have changed into a different person. He was more dignified than Mr. Supervisor, subconsciously convincing, and obeyed the arrangements.

Outside the apartment, a black car slowly drove away from the parking space, and then began to speed up again.

It was exactly three o'clock in the afternoon.

Manhattan, Tribeca, Church Street.

Wearing sunglasses, Lu Li parked the car in front of the convenience store, ready to go in and buy a can of Coke to quench his thirst.

According to the information seen last night, Bolivar lives in Astoria, Queens.

Unfortunately, when he arrived, he found that there was no one there. Fortunately, there are no unparalleled roads. After a lot of trouble, the posters hanging on the wall pointed out the way for him.

Traffic jam, cross bridge, continue traffic jam.

It took a full three and a half hours to get to this place. If he didn't get any results, Lu Li would have to drive overnight to find Mr. Gbagbo in Brooklyn.

There are not many people in this convenience store, and the clerk is watching the new issue of "Playboy", and there is a line of red letters on the wall next to him——

[There is monitoring inside, please pay attention to your behavior]

Lu Li silently lowered the brim of his hat and walked to the shelf. Through the glass window, he saw Bolivar. To be precise, it should be the portrait of this guy.

【Exclusive performance】

【One night only】

【Sold out】

The wall was spray-painted with the above three slogans, and below them was a promotional picture, where Bolivar with long hair and pale face was howling into the microphone.

Birds of a feather flock together.

Probably this guy's fans are some unscrupulous young people, or non-mainstream girls.

at the same time.

On the second floor of the theater, the drum kit and electronic music were noisy and chaotic, and Bolivar was agitated for a while. He supported the handrail and cursed: "Stop, stop the fuck!"

The musicians didn't know why, and thought:

Don't you have to be irritable when you play rock and roll?

Did the boss take drugs today?

Seeing that the scene suddenly cooled down, an African-American woman walked quickly. She was Bolivar's agent and nanny.

"You don't plan to come to a song, looking for a state? Just think it is to celebrate the rest of your life after the catastrophe."

"Not today." Bolivar shook his head with a painful expression, "Your cash cow needs to rest now."

The female manager raised her head, a look of confusion appeared on her dark face, and she said helplessly, "Okay, what about those hot girls?"

"You said before that you wanted to pick a few hot chicks to warm up, and now everyone has arrived..."

Because of the heavy makeup, no one could see Bolivar's real expression. He seemed a little impatient: "Shet! Let them wait on the sofa."

After finishing speaking, Bolivar turned around and walked towards the bathroom, his posture was very strange, his legs were severely split, and there seemed to be something unspeakable.

"All right."

Seeing this, the slightly ugly-looking manager shrugged his shoulders, and then told the musicians to leave quickly to make room for the boss and the hot girls.

Because of this, Lu Li, who was guarding outside, saw people coming out of the corridor one after another.

It's easier to do things with fewer people.

Thinking of this, Lu Li took a can of Coke casually, went to the counter and said, "Check out."

On the side, the clerk who was concentrating on admiring the blond stunner didn't raise his head, "Cash or credit card?"

Judging by his service attitude, he should be the son of the boss, and he doesn't care if he makes money or not.

"Cash." Lu Li took out his wallet.

"A can of Coke?"

Moving his gaze upwards slightly, he probably didn't even see what the customer looked like, so he said directly, "Forget it, I'll give it to you for free."

"Thanks."

Lu Li was too lazy to bother with him, so he lowered his voice, thanked him, and then turned and left the convenience store.

After all, the next thing to do is not much different from a crime, and it is best not to attract the attention of others.

With this mentality in mind, Lu Li took off his sunglasses, threw them into the car, and then opened the can, pretending to be a passerby, drinking while walking across the road.

When I came to the theater, a black woman just came out of it, and she was on the phone:

"The midnight concert on the day of the solar eclipse is very important, and Mr. Bolivar is not in the right state right now. You should find a way to get some Domerol over here."

The two passed by.

After a while, Lu Li turned his head and watched her go away.

The status is wrong?

Never mind him, just go in and have a look.

Thinking of this, Lu Li threw the empty soda can into the trash can, opened the door, and walked into the theater.

The environment is slightly dark.

Rhythmic music comes from overhead, and various colored lights flash, giving people the feeling of a nightclub.

In the toilet on the second floor, the shirtless Bolivar opened the mirror. No one would guess that there was something hidden in it——

Tadalafil, a drug that specifically treats certain disorders in men, is more effective than Viagra and lasts up to 36 hours, and is not affected by food and trace alcohol.

Frankly speaking, he is in a bad state today, his ears are buzzing all the time, his throat is itchy and sore, what's worse, not long ago, he lost the sensation of some organs in his body.

"Damn..."

Bolivar cursed under his breath, then unscrewed the lid.

One piece... two pieces... three pieces...

A whole bottle!

It will probably work.

No, it will definitely work!

When Lu Li went up the stairs, Bolivar, who had regained his confidence, shaved his nose hair and walked out of the bathroom with a smile. Three hot girls were waiting on the sofa.

"Babes, are you ready to go crazy with me?"

As he spoke, he pulled off his wig.

With tough facial features and short hair, Bolivar does have the capital to attract women.

The three hot chicks hooked their fingers at him and answered his call with tired voices.