Chapter 44: The Best Bartender at Ice Point Bar
[‘Important time node changes’]
[Next, you have obtained the qualifications to participate in (‘No one warms up in winter nights’ level 3 desperate Great Wall branch),
(‘Eternal day and night’ level 3 border singularity event),
(‘Winter flying dragon and lakeside poet’ level 4 world years poem). ]
[Phase mission ‘Eliminate the head of Lessonton Detroit area’ mission completed]
[Next, the game enters the final stage]
Su Wen turned off the prompt.
He heard the cheers of the gun-wielding thugs around him:
“Rhine!”
“Rhine!”
“Rhine!”
For these low-level gang members, a senior leader of a giant cyber oligarch company may never be able to contact them until the day they die on the streets of Detroit.
But now.
That disgusting figure has been crushed to the ground by the tires of a racing car like a puddle of mud.
This feeling is unimaginable to these Detroit natives.
But Su Wen did not become arrogant because of this.
On the contrary.
He raised his hand.
Suppressed all the cheers.
Then he smiled and said:
"Now, we have jointly completed the liquidation of Les-Angdon.
This is everyone's credit.
But in the future, I hope someone can still remember tonight:
Burn yourself, risk your life, because some things are far more important than life."
He didn't think that all the thugs present would agree with what he said.
But as long as one person remembers.
Then.
The glimmer of civilization will continue to be passed on.
[Obtained the fragment of origin knowledge: Night Watchman-Civilization Watch]
Little did they know.
These words were also faithfully recorded by reporters in Detroit who were mixed in the crowd.
And then.
It caused a huge sensation worldwide.
[Because of your remarks]
[City of Chaos-Detroit (Future Time): Intelligence Association Crisis-Rectification Agreement, Intelligence Association Crisis-'Origin of Humanity' Changes]
Two hours later.
All the remaining Les-Angdon trauma team cyborgs in the building were cleared.
And Frey came over after solving the armed helicopter on the high ground.
Su Wen handed Jie Ai'er to the White Hound who was standing in the crowd with a sniper rifle on his back.
The middle-aged man with silver hair and scars on his face said hoarsely:
"Thank you."
"You're welcome. We'll meet again at the Ice Bar later."
He said calmly.
And the White Hound nodded silently.
In his understanding.
If this friend of Gore and the strange night watchman was not prepared to ask for a deserved reward.
He would most likely interrogate his past experience in Les-Anton.
But Fern O'Neill was not ready to leave.
He witnessed the collapse of the Neon Building in chaotic Detroit with his own eyes.
He also executed Andrew Brady with his own hands.
The White Hound had no regrets.
On the other side.
Su Wen didn't care what Fern was thinking.
He had fulfilled his promise.
During this period, according to Caroline's prompts.
He collected all kinds of Les-Anton's most advanced technological products.
He filled the upgraded storage box until there was no gap left before he stopped.
Similarly.
The tens of thousands of followers who poured into the building also gained a lot of "valuable things".
Even if those things were sold on the black market.
It was enough for these people to get drunk in the bar every day, and this cycle would last for a month.
After the final finishing stage.
Su Wen said to them calmly:
"I still have some work to do here, you can leave first after you've "completed the cleaning".
This building will soon disappear completely in Detroit."
Hearing this.
Others did not think of giving their lives away here in vain.
They all left with big and small bags and were satisfied.
When everyone had evacuated.
Su Wen stood on the roof of the Les Ondon Building, looking at the sea willows washing up with the reflected neon lights on the Atlantic coast.
He dialed the number he had reserved before:
"President York, do you agree with the 'business' I mentioned before?"
"Fars doesn't do business at a loss, but if it's information about Les-Angdon, I think it's probably a sure win."
Old York's voice was more friendly than his previous scrutiny:
"Mr. Night Watchman, the things you want have arrived at the designated location."
"Happy cooperation."
Su Wen looked at the black fighter jets coming through the clouds in the sky.
He turned around in style.
He returned to the racing car with a black, streamlined and cool appearance.
Then.
The No. 25 racer grabbed the steering wheel.
Stepped on the accelerator.
Buzz~!!
The racing car sped away.
At the same time.
In front of all those who had participated in the Les-Angdon Revolution.
On the top floor of the neon building.
A deep blue stream of light streaked across the night sky.
Then.
Countless bombs fell from the sky.
Hit the super high-rise building that might have been called a landmark building.
In an instant.
A roaring explosion came from that point.
It brought a dawn that was brighter than the neon strip of the chaotic city!
It is reported.
In the fifth year of the Origin Century-Autumn.
After this night.
Detroit has an underground tradition every year:
All the gangs with disputes and conflicts will hold car races on the same date.
While commemorating the legend that can never be surpassed.
The most grand carnival party will be held after the race.
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Inside the Ice Point Bar.
A cool and mature beauty in a hip skirt pushed the door open.
She looked at the bar and asked:
"Are you going to leave Detroit like this?"
"Not leaving, I don't belong here anyway."
A handsome bartender wiped the glass in his hand.
Next.
He smiled and said:
"Miss Caroline, a French Martini, what do you think?"
"Whatever, I'm probably not as interested in cocktails as I am in your racing skills."
"Someone said: "Cocktails start with Martinis and end with Martinis. "
I think you will change your mind after tasting this glass of wine."
My dear, there is more to this chapter^.^,
Su Wen put four ice cubes in the shaker.
Pour in raspberry vodka, Chambord liqueur, Cointreau, pomegranate juice, and pineapple juice.
Shake evenly with graceful movements.
Finally, filter the prepared cocktail into the glass, add berry decoration and hand it to the beautiful third-level extraordinary lady.
Caroline Lydia took the cocktail.
She tasted it lightly.
There was also a little more incredible look in her eyes.
And then.
The hacker lady said lazily:
"I have hacked into the database of the 'Great Wall of Despair'.
At least, there is no night watchman in North America who has such excellent bartending and racing skills."
"I don't know, Miss Caroline, have you heard the details of the Westminster Act?"
The bartender said with a smile.
Su Wen was going to fabricate a highly confidential night watchman identity.
To prepare for future game projections.
So.
These specious answers were exactly what he was laying the groundwork for.
At this moment.
The real owner of the Ice Point Bar had just taken care of his daughter and put her to bed.
The middle-aged man with silver-white hair walked downstairs and said seriously to the legendary gentleman who was playing the bartender:
"I also worked in Lesongton, but those things had nothing to do with Jie Ai'er."
"I know."
Su Wen had the [Identification] skill to see everything clearly.
Besides, he hadn't suffered from cyberpsychosis yet.
So.
He just smiled and pointed to the bar in front of him:
"Punch Royal, Blood and Sand, Caribbean Sunrise.
Three cocktails, choose one."