Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 1132 Personal Respect

O'Connor, who made a small fortune by accident, didn't go home directly. This time he went to the Oak Bar on King's Avenue.

This kind of unexpected wealth cannot be kept. It is said that it should be spent in time, otherwise it will bring disaster.

Although O'Connor dismissed this superstition, he practiced it personally. The Oak Bar not only has performances to enjoy, but there may also be unexpected surprises. It's like an atavism phenomenon, but maybe there will be beauties with a pure appearance and a wild heart who like O'Connor, although O'Connor has never met one.

No matter what time of day it is, The Oak Bar is always buzzing.

To O'Connor's disappointment, today's Oak Bar is holding an arm-wrestling competition. The rule is that as long as you win five people in a row, you can get a glass of the long-range bomber cocktail provided by Oak Bar. This cocktail is famous for its strong effect, and ordinary people drink two It is bound to fall, and it is often felt until dawn, which is really a sharp weapon for making friends in the same city and breaking up at dawn.

Of course, single men still have to be careful, we are all adults and we must take responsibility for our actions.

O'Connor is a frequent winner of the arm wrestling competition. His palms are as thick as bear's paws, and his arms are not as thick as normal people's calves. Therefore, when O'Connor walked into the Oak Bar, there was a bar girl who warmly invited O'Connor Na participated in the arm wrestling competition.

"No arm wrestling today, just drinking—" O'Connor had money today, so the opportunity to drink for free was given to others.

"Handsome guy, there are free ones—" The bar girl is enthusiastic and enchanting, but don't be fooled by her glamorous appearance. The bar girl at the Oak Tree Bar has always sold alcohol but not kidneys. If you have the ability to take it away, it is your ability to pretend to be crazy To be gang-beaten by the bar regulars.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense, give me a glass of Long River Sunset first—" O'Connor is not short of money. Long River Sunset is a very affordable wine. It is actually beer and raw eggs. Many people think this drinking method is very nutritious , In fact, this statement is very unfounded. Eating raw eggs is unscientific. Brothers who like to eat candied eggs should be careful. The risk of premature baldness is very high, and you must also be careful of Salmonella.

The bar girl doesn't pester her, she just winks and diverts her target.

Don't think that this winking has any special meaning, this kind of flirtatious behavior is the same for everyone.

O'Connor didn't pay attention to the group of strong men who were competing, and sat on a stool by the bar to look for targets.

In fact, there are not many goals. Women's social status is not high enough these days, and fewer women take the initiative to go to bars for entertainment. , whether the goal can be achieved.

The two beauties at the other end of the bar were no good, they looked like they were together, and they had the badge of Rand Bank pinned to their clothes. O'Connor, this kind of bone spirit, couldn't be offended.

There was a beautiful woman in the booth area with a glass of water in front of her, and she seemed to be waiting for someone. Just as O'Connor was about to make a move, a strong man who felt good about himself went over to flirt.

The beauty didn't even raise her head, but the brawny man hit a snag, probably people don't like bears.

Then keep looking, long nights of sleepless nights, there are plenty of opportunities.

The opportunity came soon, a girl with short hair and black suit walked into the Oak Bar alone, and happened to be sitting next to O'Connor.

O'Connor immediately stretched his arms and pumped his chest muscles, trying to get the girl's attention.

The girl did notice O'Connor. Seeing O'Connor's pectoral muscles that were beating faster than her heartbeat, the girl covered her mouth and smiled with her eyebrows curled up.

So when the bartender brought up the wine the girl asked for, O'Connor offered to pay for it right away.

"Thank you—" The girl thanked politely—with a play.

In a place like a bar, anyone who walks in will be aware of it. If you don’t like people, don’t accept their kindness. If you take advantage of it while pretending to be reserved, don’t blame them for turning your face. Especially in places like southern Africa where guns are not allowed, they are not guaranteed. There are people who are really mentally abnormal. If disasters happen because of a glass of wine, who can they talk to?

"Alone?" O'Connor was looking for a topic. In this kind of place, you don't need to be polite, just be straightforward.

The girl nodded without speaking.

"Then you should have a cup of Long Island iced tea——" O'Connor's second sentence revealed his straight male attributes. You really can't expect a high EQ from an operator. O'Connor never beeped when he could do it.

"Aren't you also drinking the long river sunset—" The girl countered fiercely, the combination of beer and raw eggs is a bit health-preserving.

"Give me a long-range bomber!" O'Connor immediately became emotional. Long River Sunset was an appetizer, and long-range bomber O'Connor could keep three glasses.

Those who pour two cups are ordinary people, and a guy with abnormal physical fitness like O'Connor is still more resistant.

The bartender immediately handed over the long-range bomber. The young man has vision and a future!

O'Connor drank it down in one gulp, and slapped the cup on the table, not satisfied: "Have another drink!"

The bartender immediately served a second glass.

This time, O'Connor was not in a hurry. It was polite to have one drink, but an idiot to drink two. What if the little girl didn't take the bait.

"Long Island Iced Tea—" The girl overcomes strength with softness, and her hopes are greatly increased immediately after being so obedient.

O'Connor was overjoyed and was about to show off his masculinity when he suddenly saw the man sitting opposite the single girl in the corner who seemed familiar.

This is almost a professional habit. After a few glances, O'Connor finally determined that the man opposite the girl was an executive of Nyasaran Airlines.

O'Connor has a very special ability. As long as O'Connor has met people, O'Connor will have a deep memory. This ability can be acquired through training, and O'Connor is particularly good at this aspect.

"What are you looking at?" The short-haired little beauty was very dissatisfied with O'Connor's absent-mindedness.

"Don't make trouble—" Once O'Connor started working, all beauties with short or long hair would be pink skulls.

The short-haired beauty gritted her silver teeth, and immediately a handsome young man with greasy hair and pink face came over to strike up a conversation.

O'Connor was leaning against the bar with a cup in his hand, seemingly facing a row of long legs performing on the small stage, and his peripheral vision was always on the beauties and executives in the corner.

The beauty and the executive were chatting in a low voice, as if the executive had told some terrible joke, the beauty laughed wildly.

O'Connor keenly noticed that the beauty took out a handbag from her purse and put it on the table.

Immediately afterwards, the executive took out the same handbag from his arms and put it on the table.

Then the beauty seemed to casually put the handbag that the executive took out into her purse casually.

O'Connor slammed the glass on the bar, threw the 20 rand that hadn't been warmed up to the bartender, got up and walked towards the beauties and executives in the corner.

The executive and the beautiful woman were shaking hands to say goodbye. O'Connor directly grabbed the executive's hand and put the handcuffs on with a snap.

"What?"

"What are you doing!"

The beauty and the executive exclaimed at the same time.

O'Connor grabbed the beautiful woman's wrist like lightning, and the cuffs went straight up.

The beauty picked up the water glass on the table and splashed it on O'Connor's face.

O'Connor didn't feel sorry for the beauty, and punched the beautiful woman heavily in the stomach.

"Oh—" the beauty screamed like the secret agent in the interrogation room.

O'Connor didn't give any room to resist, and punched the beautiful woman on the neck back, knocking her unconscious and handcuffed.

Only then did the executive come back to his senses, looking at O'Connor tremblingly: "You, you, who are you?"

"I'm Senior Agent O'Connor from Brad's office, and you're Randall from Nyasaran Airlines, right? We met at the annual meeting of Nyasaran Airlines, remember me?" O'Connor The Na language is ridiculed.

Randall nodded subconsciously, then shook his head, expressing that he had no impression of O'Connor.

"It's okay if you don't remember, remember me next time, so that we won't have similar misunderstandings—" O'Connor was blunt, and he searched the beauty with extra care.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding—" Randall's face turned ashen, and he nodded repeatedly as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

It was only at this time that the others came to their senses, and the music in the bar was also suspended. A few strong men who had just been wrestling their arms came over with grinning grinning fists.

O'Connor didn't talk nonsense, and while showing his ID, he pulled up his skirt, revealing the pistol at his waist.

The strong men were stunned, and the leading strong man reacted quickly: "Sir, do you need our help?"

"No, I can handle it myself!" O'Connor couldn't laugh or cry, all of them were talents, and it was a waste to go to the bar to wrestle their arms.

Finally, no one interfered, O'Connor was satisfied, and the perfect search girl began to search Randall.

For executives, it is obvious that the economy is strong, and there is a thick pile of cash in the wallet, and O'Connor puts it in his wallet without any hesitation.

"Please, please -" Randall's heart was bleeding.

O'Connor was not in a hurry, until the siren sounded outside the bar, then he patted Randall's face lightly: "Did I misunderstand that we should go to Brad's office to talk slowly—"

Randall was already like a puddle of mud at this time, sitting on the ground blankly without any reaction.

Several policemen rushed in at lightning speed and took Randall away with the beauty who hadn't woken up.

The inspector who led the team also joked with O'Connor, asking if O'Connor would like to return to Brad's office together.

It was only then that O'Connor remembered the short-haired beauty, and turned around to find that the short-haired beauty was giggling at O'Connor holding a cup of Long Island iced tea.

O'Connor was not polite, and returned to his seat to find that his wine glass was gone.

Before O'Connor called the bartender, the bartender directly pushed a glass of long-range bomber to O'Connor: "Please take it easy, sir, this glass is a gift from our manager. My personal respect—"

ps: Today's third update, if you don't ask for votes, you really don't vote for a single vote, you have no conscience——

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