This Kryptonian is Too Steady

Crossing the dance floor, I came to the luxuriously decorated bar, sat on the high stool, and after scanning around, my brows gradually frowned.

Having lived in the United States for nearly two decades, Cyber ​​still doesn't adapt to the bar and party culture in Europe and America.

to be frank.

He has always felt that such nightclubs, bars and other occasions are very boring places.

Chatting hoarsely in a nightclub with a decibel level above 80 decibels, with blinding lights sweeping across my forehead from time to time, drinking rubbish wine that costs 80 yuan a bottle and sells for 50 yuan a cup, the girls around me don’t even know whether they are men or women Can't tell.

It's even more awkward on the dance floor.

Hundreds of men and women huddled together, smelling sweat and various perfumes, and occasionally bad breath and feet.

If you're unlucky, you might get spit all over by a drunk passerby.

Is it because the fat house water has run out of steam, or the potato chips are not crispy, or the game is not fun?

As for the girls... It is said that the bar is the place with the largest number of AIDS groups.

The tattooed bartender at the bar looked at Saibo strangely, and asked casually, "What would you like to drink?"

Withdrawing his thoughts, Saibo replied without thinking: "Coke, go to the ice."

Hearing this answer, the bartender froze while shaking the shaker bottle, and said speechlessly, "No."

Which serious person in a bar these days can drink Coke?

"Then give me a cup of hot milk and add more sugar."

"This is a bar, not a kid's restaurant!"

The bartender looked grim.

He wondered if this person came to find fault on purpose.

Glancing at the lemon slice in the wine glass of the man next to him, Saibo retreated and said: "Then give me a glass of lemonade."

He really didn't like the smell of alcohol.

'Bang! '

Slamming the shaker on the table,

The bartender's tone became angry: "No!"

"Is there any water?"

"Have."

"Is there any lemon?"

"Have."

‘Aren’t you afraid you’re targeting me on purpose? '

Saibo's eyes widened: "Then you still said there is no lemonade?"

The bartender caught his breath and silently picked up the knife.

………………

'Boom. '

A beer glass containing lemonade was brought to Cyber, and due to the bartender's excessive force, a cloud of water even splashed out and spilled on the table.

"Ten euros."

Hearing the aggrieved voice of the bartender, Saibo smiled indifferently, and reached out to fumble in his pocket.

"Uh... Well, can you wait for a few minutes, and someone will come to pay for me later?"

The smile on his face stagnated, and Saibo scratched his butt in embarrassment.

It's been a long time since he touched cash.

Usually when buying things, Alita either asks Alita to pay online or swipe her credit card.

In the words of Papa Ma, that is, 'I have never touched money, I am not interested in money'.

He came out tonight for a secret operation, and he didn't bring these two things with him at all.

Who knew that Mingming was going to find trouble with Hydra, and fooled Wanda and his brother by the way, but ended up in a bar in Paris?

As for using super speed to 'borrow' from the person next to him, no matter how poor he was, he would never do such a worthless thing.

If it doesn't work, I will have to sacrifice my appearance later, and catch a rich woman to pay for him.

"Little boy, are you playing with me on purpose?"

The bartender with tattoos all over his arms and chest is sure that the other party is here to find fault.

You don't even have ten euros. Are you coming to the bar to drink Mistral?

'Crack. '

He took out the shotgun hidden under the bar and loaded it: "Again, ten euros, pay!"

"Do you believe it? Even if you point a gun at my head, I can show you your brain in minutes!"

Looking at the dark hole in front of him, Saibo's eyes also narrowed.

When the atmosphere was tense, a blond Caucasian beauty in a white skirt and high heels came slowly from the side.

Pulling the barrel of the gun aside, the woman in white greedily stared at Saibo's evil and handsome face: "Hey, Dembele, old rules, this handsome guy's bill will be charged to my account."

"No problem, Bellamy."

Withdrawing the shotgun, the bartender Dembele looked at Cyber ​​Saibo with pity, then ignored the mess in front of him, and walked aside to continue his work.

None of the prey that the other party has set her sights on will be sucked dry by her.

Therefore, this guy who deliberately found fault was already a dead man in his eyes.

"How is it? Handsome guy, are you interested in going to my booth for a chat?"

Picking up a glass of prepared cocktail from the side, Bellamy took a sip of the lady's cigarette in his hand, smiling like a flower.

Glancing at the cuneiform tattoo on the opponent's chest and the pair of 'cute' little canine teeth, Saibo drank lemonade, smiled and nodded, "My pleasure."

Leading Cyberra to her exclusive booth, Bellamy spoke first, "Handsome, what's your name?"

As the person in charge of this bar, the environment of her booth is much better than other booths.

Except for two bottles of wine and an ashtray, the desktop was neatly tidied up, and there was no extra person dumped on the circular leather sofa.

"Wayne, Bruce Wayne."

It was impossible to use the real name. After searching in his mind, Saibo instantly thought of a name that fit his identity.

There are no DC comics in his Marvel world, so using this pseudonym will only be regarded as an ordinary name by others.

"Wayne? That's a pretty rare last name."

Sitting next to Saibo, crossing his legs, Bellamy raised his eyebrows, and switched to fluent English: "Mr. Wayne is from across the strait?"

Bellamy had noticed Cyber ​​from the moment he entered the door.

Their bar is not a serious bar.

It is not a normal thing for ordinary human beings to come here alone without the guidance of their own kind.

There were four professional guards at the door.

She had already asked through the intercom just now, and the four of them had not seen a man who matched the characteristics of the person in front of him coming in through the main entrance.

Now is the troubled time, she can't help but be careless.

"certainly."

Saibo smiled slightly, and also changed into an authentic London accent, telling lies: "I have always heard that the bars in the 18th arrondissement of Paris are very famous. This time I came here for a trip, so I came to see it."

"travel?"

Bellamy was a little disbelieving: "Then have you been to the Arc de Triomphe, the Palace of Versailles, Notre Dame...?"

Listening to the more than a dozen place names reported by the other party, Saibo opened the palm of his thigh and his evil temperament became more prominent: "I am not interested in such solemn and solemn places. What I want to see are those places full of mystery. and unknown sights."

"Then I can take you..."

'Duang! '

The thick metal door was kicked open, stifling Bellamy's remaining words.