100k Volts Electrocutes You to Death

The garbage bag fell to the ground, and Ye Wenxuan grabbed the man's arm and did not let people fall.

A few minutes later, a Chinese employee walked back to the clubhouse from the iron gate, screaming at the cold meal platter handed over by a chef, and followed the other white guy with the end plate out of the clubhouse kitchen.

The dish was given to his chef and touched his chin: "Strange, go out and dump a garbage, is Li Nazi suddenly a long time?"

“Is there? I didn’t pay attention.” Another chef is carving a broccoli, which is not very interesting for this topic.

In fact, in their eyes, these Asians grow up too much. If there is not enough time to get along, the high-ranking whites of the five senses really can't tell the difference between their looks.

On the other side, Ye Wenxuan was adorned behind a white guy with several end plates, pretending to be a waiter and turning into a stairwell dedicated to employees.

In order to prevent the waiter from colliding with the guests, the elevator in front of the clubhouse is not allowed to be used by the waiter.

Stepping on the soft carpet, Ye Wenxuan observed it around and found that only the dim wall lights were on the aisle. It seemed to be trying to create a kind of ambiguous and atmosphere. Fortunately, some people who came in did not come in the first time. Expose your identity.

He didn't dare to speak, he just lowered his head. Perhaps the original owner he played was also this temper. The first few people talked while walking, and ignored him.

This is what Ye Wenxuan meant. He followed these people and listened to them while lifting his feet upstairs.

"Ada, is there any good material behind the door tonight?" asked a good waiter.

"How do I know, I don't dare to go down often." The man named Ada patted him: "I want to gamble again? Are you enough money?"

The person next to him whispered: "Lin, you lost all the money in the last time, haven't accepted the lesson yet."

Lynn was unwilling to say: "That was an accident. The guy looked tall and strong. Who knows that he was smashed twice and smashed!"

The pedestrian went up to the third floor, and several of them entered the two compartments on the left side. Ye Wenxuan’s plate was going to the innermost one. He walked slowly and heard Ada whispering warning Lin: "You are honest today. Don't go on. I heard that today, there are VIPs who have wrapped up the entire back door, and they are careful not to come back."

After Lin En’s answer, I couldn’t hear it. The two men turned into one of the rooms on the right side. Ye Wenxuan didn’t dare to stay in the corridor where the surveillance was held. He could only continue to move forward, thinking of “behind the door”. What is the ghost thing, looking for the correct box according to the house number in the cold meal platter.

No. 318 is in the innermost.

Seeing the innermost door with four muscular black suits standing outside, Ye Wenxuan felt that there might be some trouble. The few rooms he had passed before did not have such a shackle. Obviously the person inside was not low.

I hope there are no senior executives in the club, otherwise it will be miserable.

He ran his head and went to the door, but he didn't touch the door. The tall black man standing next to him stopped him first.

"What are you doing?"

Ye Wenxuan cleared his throat: "The gentleman inside has ordered a cold meal platter."

Another white bodyguard looked up and down, and whispered while listening to the headphones. After a moment, he nodded to others. This is: "Go in, go out and send it out."

Ye Wenxuan should have, with the sight of four searchlights, holding the plate in one hand and pushing the door with the other hand.

He used some strength to push the door open, then he lowered his head and did not look around after entering the door. He only walked to the two people sitting in the room.

"You'd better check it faster. For a long time, I am afraid I will be born again."

"Hehehe, you can rest assured."

The person inside was talking, and when he saw him coming in, he was silent, only staring at the waiter and gently placing the plate on the coffee table.

The man in the single sofa greeted him: "Don't go." Then he turned to ask the person next to him: "I have a few bottles of good wine here. You have a hard time coming over, how come, have a taste?"

"No." The person on the sofa next door was lazy: "Is there tea?"

I didn’t listen carefully when I came in. At that time, when the person spoke, Ye Wenxuan immediately moved.

"Oh, you spare me!" The white man exclaimed exaggeratedly: "My gentleman, come here, do you still have tea? Please, if you are heard by others, you must laugh at their big teeth, but also Conversely, my Wilson is not entertaining."

Another person seemed to sneer: "Take a taste of your wine."

Ye Wenxuan stood on the wall with his head down, and the two men who saw the dialogue with the corner of their eyes were tall white men with blond eyes and brown eyes. The other was a young Asian woman with dark blue eyes. They both seemed to know each other for a long time. Come very casual.

Sitting on the sofa really is Xing Yuan.

Ye Wenxuan didn't know that he was not lucky. He found the mission goal without any effort. He tried to lower his sense of existence and heard that Wilson told him to go out and get the wine, knowing that he could not stay in it. I was not too willing to retreat.

Xing Yuan did not recognize him who took off his glasses. This is very good.

Ye Wenxuan didn't know where Wilson's wine was placed. He had to call a waitress who was wearing a similar dress in the hallway, pretending to be familiar and greeted: "Hey, Mr. Wilson asked me to pick him up." The wine, but I only came a few days, can you help me?"

The man looked at him and went to see his work card for the first time. He warned: "I haven't seen you, where is the boss, how can I tell you to get the wine?"

It turned out that Wilson was the boss here. Ye Wenxuan wrote down the inside and reported a room number. Then he said, "I used to help in the kitchen. They didn't have enough people. Let me help send the dishes. When they came out, they came out. He was told to get the wine." He made a grievance: "I just sang the radish flower in the kitchen, I don't know if it was thrown away..."

There are a few things that let the kitchen cooker serve the dishes. The woman's look relaxed: "Well, since it is to help the boss get the wine, then I will talk to Hannah, you can go back to the kitchen, the boss. Hannah will be responsible."

Ye Wenxuan actually wants to go back. There is no reason for this. I have to be honest: "Oh."

He waited for the waitress to turn away, and he slowly went downstairs and tapped it in front of the door that said “employee lounge”. No one responded.

He placed the work card on his chest on the sensor at the door. After the "drop", the door opened.

Ye Wenxuan looked around and went into the house to lock the door. In the room, he turned out some cosmetics that the waitress put on the table, picked and picked it up, found out a few useful ones, and began to smear on his face.

For the first time doing this sneaky thing, he was still afraid of being recognized by the person, and it was safer to change his face and work.

When he received special training in the special affairs department, a teacher specially taught how to make up and change the capacity. Ye Wenxuan learned very hard because of curiosity. This time he really used it, and he could not help the teacher in his heart.

It’s just not good. If you don’t do it, you will become a skill for another person.

He put down his eyebrows and puff, and looked at his face carefully in front of the mirror. The man in the mirror was deep in his eye sockets, his nose was tall, his face was white, and his left cheek had a few big beans on his nose. There is also a large freckle.

At first glance, this is the face of a European who is not very good looking.

Ye Wenxuan was quite satisfied. He straightened up and listened for a while at the door. He determined that he didn't have footsteps and slowly opened the door. He didn't go to the kitchen, but turned to the hall on the first floor.

He wants to look for another opportunity and try to re-enter Xing Yuan's box.

There is a public area in the hall on the first floor of the Red Rose Club. It is quite big. There are more than a dozen European-style classical tables and chairs sofas in twos and threes. The tables are far apart from the table, and they are used one after another. Separated, people will sit behind the donkey and whisper in front of the table, not interfering with each other.

The light in this place is very dark, the only light source is on the stage in the middle. When Ye Wenxuan touches in, there are several blondes on the stage, and they are slowly swinging with the rhythm of the blues.

He didn't look much, and gently shuttled between the dragons in the darkness, and walked to the bar counter on the side of the stage.

"Sir, two glasses of Manhattan, the gentlemen on the third floor."

The bartender glanced at him and said nothing, starting to adjust the wine sideways.

Ye Wenxuan knew that he was just looking at his work card.

He put his hand on the bar and used the corner of his eye to observe the whispering people around him.

They whispered quietly, and the noisy conversations were sometimes overshadowed by soft music. Ye Wenxuan didn't really understand it, and he couldn't see the faces of those behind him.

But again, his face standing here is also ambiguous.

It seems to be designed as an open bar, but it still pays great attention to the loyalty of the guests.

"Two cups of Manhattan, take it."

Ye Wenxuan instantly returned to God, he vaguely thanked, put two cocktails into the tray, and then turned around and left here quietly.

With props, I have to go upstairs to find the mission target.

As he returned from the same path, he quickly thought about it in his mind. What is the purpose of Xing Yuan’s coming here?

He did not bring an assistant, only a bodyguard, it was not because of work, but related to personal matters.

Ye Wenxuan, the head of the Red Rose Club, has never heard of it. This is normal. He did not like to go to such a high-level clubhouse when he was working. When talking with customers, he basically went directly to the other company. When he was at leisure, he went to Starbucks. Sitting in the cafe.

What kind of club is Red Rose? Ye Wenxuan still can't see it for a while. He only thinks that it is not as noisy as ordinary entertainment venues. Security is tight and tight. If you want to explore something, it is not easy to use his level.

Why did Xing Yuan come here in the evening, is it just to meet friends, or is there another trick?

This is the problem he most wants to know now, but Ye Wenxuan also understands that he may not gain anything tonight.

Ye Wenxuan carried the tray and passed several waiters, and recognized that two of them were just Ada and Lynn. This group of people seemed to have just finished the plate and whispered down the stairs.

They met Ye Wenxuan in the stairwell, and the latter did not look at their faces. These people did not find that Ye Wenxuan was an Asian youth who went upstairs with them.