Lu Mingfei, who had read Dragon Clan before Dragon Slaying

Chapter 92 Hunter Internet Cafe
At night, after Lao Tang took Lu Mingfei to visit several famous scenic spots, he came to an Internet cafe named "Chapman" in Brooklyn under the dark.

The black boss in a white vest was slumped in front of the counter, smoking a self-rolled inferior cigar. His whole body was soaked in the diffuse gray smoke. The smell of smoke seems to penetrate from every pore on the body, but the boss has an intoxicated face enjoying it.

Old Tang stood in front of the counter, clutching his nose, and handed over a dollar knife and a black wallet to the boss to turn on the two connected machines, while Lu Mingfei looked into the Internet cafe.

At first, Lu Mingfei thought it was an informal Internet cafe. After all, the neon sign at the entrance had two letters extinguished, "Chapman" became "ha man", and the narrow entrance door frame of the Internet cafe was also crooked. There were messy footprints trampling on the torn newspapers.

But the environment inside is actually much better than he imagined. The scale of the Internet cafe is slightly larger than that of ordinary domestic Internet cafes. Even the rows of computers are basically equipped with anti-peeping bars, and the display screens are all the latest LCD screens. , the configuration looks pretty good.

The most important thing is... There is not a single minor in the sparsely seated people in the Internet cafe!
No wonder the business of this Internet cafe looks sluggish, Lu Mingfei thought.

"Damn it, the price has risen again, this black-hearted Internet cafe will close down sooner or later!" Old Tang handed out the beautiful knife meat bun to beat the dog, and he took back the black wallet cursingly.

Old Tang dragged Lu Mingfei to the innermost side of the Internet cafe. There were two or three cigarette butts and empty mineral water bottles scattered on the dusty carpet under his feet. Old Tang didn't deliberately go around and kicked the mineral water bottle "bang bang" by stepping on the cigarette butts. ” sounded, as if to vent his dissatisfaction with the dark-skinned and even darker-hearted boss.

"There should be a lot of Internet cafes in New York with a better environment than this one, right? How about we change to another one?" Lu Mingfei asked tentatively.

At the same time, he glanced at the depths of each row of seats passing by from the corner of his eye. This Internet cafe, or to be precise, the people in the Internet cafe, are very weird, so weird... even a little weird!
It stands to reason that Internet cafes should be full of noise and abuse, even if there are movements such as smashing computers and keyboards, Lu Mingfei is not surprised, but this Internet cafe is too quiet, everyone is sitting in the innermost row of seats. On the other side, the movement of tapping the keyboard was light and slow, as if he was about to do something and was afraid of being disturbed.

Even if Lao Tang passed by and kicked the empty bottle loudly, it still failed to attract the attention of a few people. They huddled in the corner with earphones on their heads, and all their attention was focused on the screen in front of them. Some kind of mouse that hides in the gutter and dare not see the light.

Old Tang led Lu Mingfei to the corner of the last row. He pressed the power button on the main box for the two computers, and then nestled himself into the innermost part of the soft gaming chair.

"Even if the environment here is bad, I usually only go to this Internet cafe when I surf the Internet in Brooklyn. Do you know why?" Old Tang nestled on the gaming chair and rubbed his hands violently.

"I might have guessed it..." Lu Mingfei looked at the very familiar Windows XP desktop wallpaper flashing on the LCD screen, under the blue sky and curly white clouds was the oily green grassland.

Many people think that this unreal photo was synthesized or photoshopped, but it is not. This is the beautiful scenery that American photographer Charles Olier saw by chance while traveling in California in 1996 and recorded it with his camera. , Lu Mingfei read about it in the American "Geography" magazine.

"This is probably... Hunter Internet Cafe?" Lu Mingfei said straight away.

"Okay, Mingming, how did you guess that?" Old Tang hung up his QQ on the computer while pinching the mouse, then turned to look at Lu Mingfei, with surprise written all over his face.

"How can a normal Internet cafe be so quiet? Besides, Tang, you know that I can play games. Although I can't see other people's computer screens, I can also see how often they press the mouse and type the keyboard, so I see It can be concluded that few people in this Internet cafe are here to play games, is this reasonable?"

"And this Internet cafe doesn't accept minors in such a secluded alley? How does the boss make money? Come on, this is America full of freedom."

"There are too many details like this, the most critical point is..."

"This internet cafe is called 'Chapman', and it's a tribute to Duane Chapman, right? Nicknamed 'Hound Dog' and 'Bounty King', the most famous bounty hunter in the world, I know about his deeds."

Lu Mingfei's eyes are shining with wisdom. This is the profiling ability he has secretly cultivated in the past three years. The future is extremely difficult and dangerous, and the battlefield is unpredictable. He doesn't want to be a titan who loses his mind.

To wrestle with a scheming old fox like Herzog, one must have a clear mind and strong analytical skills.

Besides, Lu Mingfei had a vague premonition that Herzog might not be his ultimate enemy.

"You have a good brain, I feel that you are more suitable to be a bounty hunter than me!" Old Tang scratched his messy hair, and praised Lu Mingfei without hesitation, "But this is a hunter Internet cafe. Inappropriate, although the people who come here are basically hunters, the boss here does not restrict ordinary people from entering."

"So Old Tang, you brought me here. Do you have any tasks to browse or... you still care about the 'skinner' mentioned during the day?" Lu Mingfei deliberately lowered his voice when he spoke the second half of the sentence.

"Of course not! We have more important things to do!"

"Obviously you don't know, I'm almost dying of itching. After you left, my loneliness is like a torrent of spring water. I can't find anyone who can satisfy me all year round!"

Old Tang kept rubbing his hands, looking at Lu Mingfei with burning eyes.

"It's the surging river... Old Tang, your words and sentences are still so climaxing." Lu Mingfei looked around the quiet surroundings, hesitating, "By the way... are we really going to do this here?"

"Come on Mingming, I've been waiting for this moment for a long time!"

Old Tang rolled up his sleeves and impatiently opened a familiar icon in the corner of the computer screen.

Starcraft.

……

The two fought six rounds in a row, each with three victories. Lu Mingfei played the Zerg in the six rounds. As for whether to let the water go or go all out, only he knows in his own mind.

Perhaps it was because of being too tired from the part-time job of the security guard and drinking a lot of wine during the day. Old Tang was already fast asleep on the table. Lu Mingfei adjusted Old Tang's chair to a position that would not hurt his spine. Then she draped her coat over his shoulders.

It was cold at night, and the coolness was everywhere, and the huge Internet cafe was eerily quiet.

His hand was on the mouse belonging to Old Tang's computer, and the white arrow was drawing circles back and forth on the screen of the blue sky and white clouds, he was hesitating.

There's one thing he really cares about.

So he boarded the Hunter website.

(End of this chapter)