Chapter 17 17. The Message Is Wrong

At the entrance of the dirty Mexican restaurant, there was a large carved wooden table with dahlia patterns on it. Li Du was sitting on one side, with a row of small wine glasses in front of him, and a dizzy white man was opposite. big man.

All around, hundreds of people gathered in a circle, with different expressions.

"Have another drink." Li Du said flatly.

A Mexican youth next to him stuck out his tongue, took out a new wine glass and poured some white water-like liquid into it, then showed a respectful expression, and slowly pushed it to Li Du.

Picking up the wine glass, Li Du poured it into his mouth expressionlessly, then subconsciously frowned and let out a breath, saying: "Good wine! Snow! Tequila is so good!"

Seeing this scene, the onlookers gasped:

"Hiss, where did this guy come from? His drinking capacity is amazing!"

"Falke, did he drink the Languedo tequila? I threw up after drinking two cups last time!"

"The bastard Lucas is going to die today. Fortunately, what they gambled on was just paying the bill. If they hadn't abolished the slave act before and gambled on selling themselves as slaves, this idiot would have become a slave!"

The Mexican youth poured another cup and pushed it in front of the burly man: "Lucas, it's your turn."

There were also a row of wine glasses in front of the strong man Lucas. His face was flushed, his body was full of alcohol, his eyes were dim and his body was shaking, which was a sign of drunkenness.

Seeing the wine glass in front of him, he breathed out, picked up the glass with trembling hands, gritted his teeth cruelly, and poured the wine into his mouth together.

"Good job!" "Nice job!" "Cool!" "It's a tough Lucas!"

The strong man couldn't bear it any longer, the corners of his mouth were constantly dripping with alcohol, and the clothes on his chest were even wet, smelling heavily of alcohol.

Li Du waved to the young man, took another glass of tequila, frowned again but drank it firmly.

The alcohol enters the stomach and is quickly converted into energy for absorption. Just like before, the alcohol will not enter the blood to exert its effect until he relieves his fatigue.

However, tequila is indeed the number one spirit in Mexico. This thing is so irritating that when Li Du drank it, it felt like drinking a knife.

He frowned and breathed out not to pretend, but when he was drinking, he really suffered.

Fortunately, Lucas suffered more than him. They had already drank more than 20 glasses and more than 2,000 milliliters of tequila. Normal people would have been overwhelmed by alcohol.

There were applause, whistles, and the crackling of mobile phones taking pictures. Li Du's bravery on the wine table amazed the group of people.

Now no one underestimates him because of the color of his skin.

It was Lucas' turn again, and he picked up the wine glass with trembling hands, as if holding a heavy hammer, his wrist trembling badly.

"Go ahead, Lucas!"

"You are a tough guy riding a horse!"

"Let the bumpkins in Flagstaff City see how awesome you are!"

Lucas swallowed with difficulty, closed his eyes and poured the wine into his mouth.

At this time, he couldn't drink anymore, the corner of his mouth seemed to be leaking, and the wine dripped out of his mouth.

Hans next to him smiled maliciously, and suddenly made a gesture of vomiting to him: "vomit, wow!"

Lucas couldn't help it now, just like a person with diabetes insipidus encountering the sound of running water, he lay on the table like a fountain, spitting out the drink!

The Mexican owner of the restaurant came over and said: "Hans' Chinese guy wins, Lucas loses, and he will pay for the meal!"

Li Du raised his hand and said, "Don't worry, it's not over yet."

The Mexican boss's face darkened: "Man, he has already vomited and fainted, do you want to kill them all?"

Li Du said: "No, our bet is that the loser will pay for this meal, and the meal is not over yet. Boss Fu, order!"

"Hiss!" There was a continuous gasping sound, as if someone's tire had been deflated.

"Two enchiladas, two tamales, two jalapeno grilled pork chops, and your treasured emerald tequila, take it out, let's order these first." Hans laughed.

The Mexican boss frowned and said, "Do you know the price of Emerald Tequila?"

"Whatever, someone will pay the bill anyway. Of course, if you Mexicans can't afford to lose, then we're already full." Hans said indifferently.

The onlookers booed one after another, and someone said, "Can't afford to lose?"

The Mexican boss glared at Hans viciously, and nodded to the young waiter. Soon, a bottle of fine light green wine and a lot of delicacies were delivered.

A few big Mexicans sat around with sullen faces, just waiting for Hans and the others to come up and start working. This kind of bet is similar to a buffet. Those who win can indeed continue to eat and drink, but they can't keep it.

Li Du devoured it hungrily. The Mexican food here is very authentic. He was very happy: "Two more servings!"

"Xue Te, is this the final scene of the super big eater?!" More and more people watched the excitement.

"Lucas is miserable now." Someone said pitifully.

Some people disagreed: "It's just a meal, how much money can I have?"

"One serving of these dishes costs hundreds of dollars, four servings, this is it! I don't know how much the Langdu Tequila in front is, and that bottle of Emerald Tequila is the best tequila that sells for 1,200 Yuan! "

Li Du took the top-quality tequila as tea, and when he choked, he lifted it up and poured it down.

Hans was very distressed, took his hand and said, "Guys, save some for me!"

After eating four high-quality dishes, Li Du stood up with a full belch in satisfaction. By now, the Mexican boss's face was already gloomy.

He is Lucas's cousin, and he thought that his cousin would be able to win because of his drinking capacity. He wanted to extort money from Li Du and Hans, but now he had to think about how to get money from Lucas.

Under the admiring eyes of a group of people, Li Du and Hans walked away.

After getting in the car, Li Du's expression changed: "Boss Fu, you are having fun playing with me as a gun."

He wasn't stupid, Hans clearly came for Lucas, and wanted to use his hand to teach this guy a lesson.

Hans said: "OK, I apologize first, I do have a grudge against Lucas, the damn mad cow. But, buddy, I am not simply using you for revenge, but to cut off the opponent, Lucas is the most connected here One of the treasure hunters."

The auction of the Cactus Storage Company was held the day after tomorrow, and Lucas was almost intoxicated with alcohol, and he could not work for at least a week.

"I've inquired about it. Lucas recently contacted a warehouse manager in Cactus. If anyone knows the warehouse where Yamaha is probably located, it must be this bastard!"

Li Du looked at Hans, who raised his hand: "I swear by my career, there is no lie!"

"Hmph!" Mr. Li sneered.

"Well, I swear by my love for Hannah, it's true!"

In this way, Li Du believed his words.

Back at the hotel, he fell asleep and woke up the next morning refreshed, thanks to the energy provided by the alcohol and food yesterday.

Time was running out, so they went to the Cactus Storage Company again. Li Du released the bugs to quickly shuttle through the remaining six warehouses. He was almost fainted from exhaustion, but he still didn't find the big Yamaha motorcycle!

He found the drum set he mentioned on the phone, a row of brand new instruments, and a wine red grand piano in the warehouse next door.

These two things are very valuable, and they are also the most valuable among the eleven warehouses he has seen.

But the Yamaha motorcycle, he never found out!