It's late at night at half past ten.

Harbour City, in front of the nightclub.

Li Xiang, who had light in his eyes, walked out of the taxi.

Looking up at the nightclub where neon lights flashed, Li Xiang's eyes were as sharp as a knife, "Richard, I'm here."

"How is it? Give the money!"

The local driver's sarcastic voice full of betel nuts came from the taxi behind him, "Do you want to take the bully car?"

Li Xiang silently reached out and took out a banknote from his pocket, threw it into the passenger car window without looking back, "No need to look for it."

"Look for some yarn, you're not enough!"

Li Xiang, who had no expression on his face, turned around and opened the passenger door, and looked carefully at the numbers on the meter.

Then he took out the money and handed it over one by one, "Look for money, and you will complain to you if you lose a little."

He was not born to be dressed up, but just used the super agent card, the subconscious action brought by Mr. 007.

Li Xiang’s original intention is really not such a person.

The swearing taxi drove away with the accelerator.

Li Xiang, who was also cursing, spat at the taillights of the car, "I wish you today! This week! This month! There is not a single guest! The whole family will feel the natural wind from the northwest!"

The noise here is not small, but there are only a few pieces of cloth in front of the nightclub, with snow-white thighs exposed, waiting for the rich to hook their fingers to receive irrigation, but they didn't even glance at him.

For these elves who have seen countless people, men who come by taxi are never worthy of their attention.

If you want to come here to pick up girls, you have to rent a car.

Maybe there will be a blind girl who is drunk and blind, getting into the car with you, and going to deeply explore the meaning of life lies in rhythm.

Putting a handful of steel trowels from his money into his pocket, Li Xiang stroked his hair and walked towards the entrance.

The thug in the suit wearing sunglasses and wearing blind people blocked his way and stared at him with expressionless face to "buy tickets."

Li Xiang raised his hand and pointed the two long-legged girls who were entering in front of him. "Why don't they buy tickets? You're sexist!"

"They are women."

The suit thugs had no expression on their faces, "Men buy tickets, ladies are free."

"If you don't have a Bilian, you've been traveling through the world and there are such rules that discriminate against men."

The charm of 007 is ineffective for men, and Li Xiang can only take out the few remaining money.

The Savior System gave him the start-up capital, but after buying suits and leather shoes, there was not much left.

Ten thousand local bills seem to be quite a lot, but it feels like the task time limit of just six hours is enough.

However, local banknotes are depreciating greatly, and their value is far less than as great as it seems.

There is no need for Li Xiang to save money if he can't take away the things in the mission world.

‘The poor savior can’t spend money at will, it’s really trash.’

After entering the door, Li Xiang spat, and walked straight to the bar in the midst of the noisy and deafening music.

These bartenders are the most well-informed in this kind of place.

"I bet that there are no bullets in your gun...ah. I mean, give me a cup of vodka martini, shake it, don't mix it."

Mr. 007 has a special Martini, and it is no different from sweet sugar water when drinking it here in Li Xiang.

He took out the last two large bills and pushed them to the bartender, "Master man, ask you for someone."

The bartender who wiped the wine shaker was very skillful at reaching out on the bar and wiping it away. "I don't know the color, and I can't say it even if I know it. You understand."

"certainly."

Lee Xiang leaned on the bar and shook Martini in his hand, "I'm looking for Richard."

The bartender laughed, "I know at least twenty Richards, and now there are at least five or six in the venue. Which one are you looking for?"

"Your money can only be asked once."

Li Xiang shook the wine glass in his hand, and Bond's powerful memory began to show it. He began to search for information about Richard, an inconspicuous little character when he first watched the movie Super.

"Compare the height of my widow, Richard is about five feet and seven inches tall, with brown and semi-curly hair, beard in the same color, wearing brown Ray-Ban sunglasses, a counterfeit straw hat, pink floral shirt, light gray..."

Before he could finish his words, the bartender over there pointed his hand at the dance floor where the demons danced around. "It's that guy. Be careful, he's a very smart bastard."

Looking along the bartender's finger, Li Xiang quickly discovered the figure of a hilarious carnival under the swaying light.

"It's okay, what I'm good at is beating a bastard."

He drank Martini and looked at the time.

"There is still a four-hour and twenty-seven-minute time limit, and there is plenty of time."

Li Xiang put down his wine glass and walked into the dance floor.

Naturally, Li Xiang's eyes were attracted by the widow who was drinking happily beside him... This world was attracted by a girl named Lucy.

The thirty-year-old widowed girl with short blonde hair has no peak appearance, but she has a more mature charm.

"Hey, boy."

Richard, who was obviously drunk, raised his hand to pat Li Xiang on the cheek with a mouthful of alcohol. "This is my girl..."

Li Xiang's eyes became sharp in an instant.

At this moment, he was not Agent 007, but Uncle Brian, a retired Agent whom he must not be provoked.

He raised his hand like lightning to hold Richard's wrist, turned his back hand and pressed Richard to the ground with one belt and one button.

The few people next to him were not surprised to see this scene, but instead cheered loudly.

There was a blonde girl still shouting and joking about Lucy, "There is a man fighting for you! You Bichi!"

"This hot girl."

Li Xiang flew towards Lucy with your 'you know' look, "When I finish this guy's business, let's have a drink together."

Lucy, who was drunk and confused, gave him a look of seduction that "a cup is not enough".

In many places, "Drink a drink together" has the same artistic conception as "going to my house to do it".

He took Richard, who had been calling FK, to the bathroom. Everyone along the way was used to it and pretended that he didn't see it.

The toilets at nightclubs are basically the same.

It was dirty, the lights were dim, and there was a disgusting smell in the air.

Grabbing Richard's hair, he pressed his head against a wall full of unknown liquids. "I have limited time, I hope you can understand what cooperation is."

"Who is your tmd?! My lawyer..."

‘Ton!Ton!Ton!’

With three consecutive attacks on his head and his head hit the wall, Richard was dizzy and bleeding from his nostrils, and his whole body became soft and mud.

"Tell me now, where is your cargo box?"

"What box? I don't know what you're talking about!"

Li Xiang grabbed his hair and broke into the room and pushed it into the toilet.

After half a minute, he pulled his head out. "Now, I remember where is the box containing cph4?"

"Ahem, cough, cough~~~ Are you crazy? Mr. Zhang will kill you!"

Richard is a mule transporting laundry detergent. The box he owns at this time is one of the recycling targets of Li Xiang's mission cph4.

Li Xiang didn't say anything and pressed his head into the toilet again.

This time it was forty seconds.

He pulled him up again, and when Richard's violent coughing and choking ended, Li Xiang kindly patted him on the back and asked again, "Where is your box?"

Richard knew that he had encountered a tough problem and knew that he had a big deal.

But he really didn't dare to hand over the box, because losing the box would mean losing his life.

Mr. Zhang is cruel and ruthless in his work, and losing his goods will only be a dead end.

“I said it.”

Facing Richard who was gritting his teeth, Li Xiang smiled kindly, "My time is limited, you are wasting my time."

‘Crack!’

One of Richard's fingers showed a 180-degree upside down on the back of his hand.

‘Aowu~~~’

He instantly let out a scream like a pig, and even hugged the two guys who walked to the toilet door, and turned around and ran away in fright.

‘Crack!’

‘Crack!’
To be continued...