Chapter 270 Turbo Bar

Using the time on the way, Xing Ze and John talked about the progress of the investigation.

"Magic circles and spells?" John looked puzzled, "What is Frank doing?"

"It should be what they are doing? With Frank's magic level, is he good enough to set up a magic circle?"

John thought for a while, "It depends on what kind of magic circle and spell it is, but if you ask me, he can perform some small tricks, but setting up a magic circle is not good enough."

"That can only mean two things, he hides his strength, or he has a companion who knows magic."

"Couldn't he just draw those magic circles randomly?"

Xing Ze smiled, "If you think so, there is no need for us to go to his house to take a look."

"I thought we were going to the bar now?"

"Wait until the bar is finished, then we'll go."

"Wow, wow, don't count Come on, kid. I told you I'm the contact person this time."

"J, look how interesting this is getting. Don't you want to join in?"

John looked at the scenery outside the window and pouted: "I want to, but I have to help you track down "Snake's Fang" and deal with those damn politicians."

"But don't worry. Someone will help you. Of course, I think you prefer to work alone. Speaking of which, why do you have to sneak to the scene in your current identity? Why not just go with our black brother directly?"

"Police..."

"Okay, okay." John waved his hand as if to bother, "I understand, we need to keep a trump card, the police always hide something inadvertently. Your style of doing things is always so Suspicious, I even doubt whether you have done espionage work before. "

Xing Ze turned the steering wheel, "I have met many liars, and some people even live completely in their own lies. So, it is always right to be cautious. "

Hearing this, John frowned, "Then why don't you doubt me? As Frank's contact, I have met him three times but have no intelligence. Don't you think it's strange?"

"If I can't even trust the people in my own team, how can I rely on you in the future."

John smiled and said: "When I met that bastard for the first time, he didn't believe me at all, so he didn't tell me anything. When we met for the second time, he just told me that there was progress. That's right, Just these three words. "

"What about the third time?"

"I remember hanging him in the toilet. I can't remember anything else. So I went back to the old place once, drank some wine there, and then I remembered something. He said he needed support and some professional protection."

"Professional?" Xing Ze nodded, "No wonder he didn't ask the police for help, he knew that the Muggle police couldn't stop the monster chasing him."

"But that time, I ignored him." John said, "His attitude was really bad. But now I think I should have agreed to help him pass the message."

Xing Ze looked at John and asked, "Will A send someone to save him?"

"That depends on how his investigation goes."

Turbine Bar.

The young waiter was sitting at the bar, and Xing Ze walked quickly to his side. John found a place to sit down, and it was obvious that he really didn't intend to intervene in the investigation.

"You're late." The waiter said, glancing at John, "Who is that guy?"

"It doesn't matter. What matters is that I brought the money."

The restaurant waiter laughed, "Very good. Come with me, let's find a quiet place to talk."

This place is more like a disco than a bar. A heavy metal band is screaming on the stage not far away, and men and women are twisting their bodies wildly below the stage.

The colorful lights make it hard for people to open their eyes, and the noisy singing and musical instruments are deafening. They really need a quiet place to talk.

Xing Ze followed the young man to a compartment deep in the bar. As soon as he entered the room, he felt something was wrong.

There were several young people about the same age as the waiter sitting on the crescent-shaped sofa. After Xing Ze came in, four of them immediately stood up from the sofa. They stood at the four corners of Xing Ze quite skillfully.

There was also a person sitting on the sofa with a tuft of white hair on his head. He comfortably inhaled the white powder on the table, and the whole person leaned towards the sofa with a satisfied look on his face.

"What does this mean?" Xing Ze asked the restaurant waiter.

"Haha, you have two choices." The man said, "Leave the money and get out. Or, we beat you down first and then take your money."

"Hehehe, don't be so boring." The man sitting on the sofa opened his eyes, "Look at this guy, yellow skin."

He stood up from the sofa, opened his arms and continued: "Are you blind, yellow skin, do you see black people and people with colored skin in this bar? You dare to come in."

"I suggest you don't say that word again." Xing Ze said coldly, "Because it's related to how many bones you will break later."

"Hahaha." Baimao laughed loudly, "See what he said? Did you hear it?" The people around him also laughed.

Xing Ze asked the previous waiter impatiently: "Do you have any information about Frank?"

But it was the white hair who answered him, "Catch him, I want him to kneel and beg me."

The people standing in four directions rushed to Xing Ze at the same time, and for a while, Xing Ze's brain started to work quickly.

Squat down and bend over the two people behind him, and go behind them. Note that the attacker on the left is shorter, so you need to squat more, and then quickly take the short knife from their waist.

The knife in the right hand flies to the attacker on the left, who has the fastest footsteps. Conclusion: hit the shoulder, scream, and temporarily lose the ability to fight.

The knife in the left hand flies to the fat man on the right, conclusion: pierced through the chest, completely lost the ability to fight, and will not die if first aid is timely.

Pay attention to Baimao's actions. Dodge the fist of the attacker who turned around, step forward, punch, and hit the left face. Conclusion: shattered palate, dizziness, tinnitus, concussion, and loss of combat ability.

Take advantage of the situation to turn around, come to the side of another attacker, and kick him on the side of his knee. Conclusion: fracture, scream, and body fall.

Pull out the magic wand and aim at Baimao's pistol.

"Are you crazy? You use a branch to hit my gun." Baimao laughed triumphantly. Although this Dongfa man killed all of his people almost in an instant, he would never expect that he still had a gun.

But before he could feel proud for long, the pistol began to disintegrate automatically. First the magazine fell off, then the slide, the firing frame, the barrel, the spring...

In the blink of an eye, a perfect pistol was reduced to pieces.

Expelliarmus. Xing Ze chuckled, kicked the man who was wailing on the ground holding his legs, and then walked towards the white-haired man.

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