Law Enforcer's Handbook

Chapter 36 You are a black shop, right?

That night, in District [-], Pole Star Bar.

Colorful magic ball lights, music so loud that the melody can no longer be recognized, people twisting their bodies ecstatically on the dance floor, for everyone here, this is a place for them to forget all their troubles and just feel their own existence As long as you enter the gate here, everything in the outside world will no longer have anything to do with you.

If you can't completely liberate yourself here, the bar also has a corresponding set menu.

Like the little white pills that are only available on the black market.

What about that old saying?

You only need one, and you can become immortal.

But at this moment, the peddlers have locked their target for tonight.

A short-haired woman lying on the bar after drinking too much. There is a strangely large suitcase next to the woman. Her eyes are blurred and her cheeks are flushed. It is obvious that she is a little too drunk.

And these characteristics are enough for old fritters who sell banned drugs to speculate on her basic information.

A foreigner, and most likely a smuggler.

The Seventeenth District, which is located on the border, is such a place. People inside always want to go out to seek gold, while people from the "outside" desperately want to come in.

But what's the use of coming in?
Without a legal identity and unable to find a place to live, he could only wander the streets dragging a heavy suitcase.

The drug dealers seem to be able to see through the experience of the short-haired woman just by looking at it—after being disillusioned with living in District [-], they dragged their suitcases and came here with the little money left on them.

Because, Pole Star Bar can always help you forget all your troubles.

"You said you wanted to drink?"

The short-haired woman shifted her blurred eyes to the black suitcase next to the chair, "No, no, you're not old enough to drink."

Talking to the suitcase, have you hallucinated?

A sinister smile appeared on the drug dealer's face, and this woman exuded the aura of a big fat sheep all over her body.

It seems that there is no money, so the face should be original. If this is used as a gimmick, sending it to the night show may attract many distinguished guests.

He doesn't know why those rich and powerful people like "original", but as long as he can make money, he is willing to have as many hobbies as possible for those people.

The drug dealer saw the opportunity, sat next to the short-haired woman, ordered two glasses of spirits from the boss, and when the short-haired woman didn't see it, he crushed the pills in his hand into powder and put them into one of the glasses of wine.

The bartender who witnessed all this not only did not say a word to remind him, but instead cast a malicious look at the drug dealer.

When the guests sitting at the bar saw the drug dealer coming, they all drank the wine in their glasses and left this place of right and wrong in a hurry.

"My beautiful lady, you look troubled."

The words are the same, but they are very effective for the unaccompanied people who are new to the seventeenth district. He pushed the drugged spirit over, "Come, I'll buy you a drink."

"Thank you, thank you, but I already drank too much today."

The short-haired woman turned her face sideways, pursed her lips and smiled, and when she met those flaming pupils, the drug dealer who thought he had countless women was also startled. Those pupils seemed to have a breathtaking power, making his heart beat at will. It was half a beat slower.

Excellent!

These two words were left in the drug dealer's mind.

If you can introduce her to the night show, you will definitely make a lot of money!
"It's so uncomfortable, I have to go back—"

Because of the drunkenness, the short-haired woman dragged the end of her voice. Although she said she was going to go back, her eyelids drooped, her eyes staring at the spirits handed over by the drug dealer.

The drug dealer winked at the bartender, who immediately handed over the tablet knowingly, on which was the drinking list of the short-haired woman.

It's obviously not the first time the two have cooperated like this.

"One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, um..."

The woman counted the numbers on the list, and after a long time, she seemed to realize what the above numbers represented, "This, this is not right, I have never ordered so many drinks."

"Miss, the two glasses of wine you ordered just now are high-end products that can only be bought on the black market, not to mention that the bills are all issued by a sophisticated system. How can there be mistakes?"

"You must be mistaken, I, I have never ordered these."

"Miss, don't you want to renege on your debt?"

The bartender's eyes darkened. He knew that for people who sneaked in from the "outside", just one look was enough to scare them into a loss. "This is District [-]."

"Don't get excited, I think this beautiful lady is here for the first time."

The drug dealer immediately acted as a peacemaker and said, "Well, I will settle her drink money for her."

"Really? You're such a nice guy."

"You may not know it. If you don't have money in the [-]th district, you can't move a single step."

The drug dealer paid the bill pretentiously, and put one hand on the exposed shoulder of the short-haired woman. He squeezed it lightly, carefully feeling the delicate touch of the woman's skin.

"I happen to know a place with a good salary that will definitely allow you to live a decent life in the seventeenth district."

"No, no, I have other things to do."

"It's okay to go and have a look."

He would not let such a big fat sheep slip away under his nose, "Be obedient, drink this glass of wine, and then follow me, I guarantee that your life will change tomorrow."

"It's really not necessary."

The short-haired woman looked embarrassed.

However, the drug dealer had no intention of letting go, instead he tightened his grip, "Trust me..."

"It's all over!"

The short-haired woman suddenly raised her tone, and the selfless guests on the dance floor were brought back to reality, and all cast inquiring glances at the bar.

The drug dealer's face changed. He didn't want to cause too much commotion. Since the law enforcement officers in District [-] changed their supervisors, their living space has been compressed a lot.

Since the soft ones are not enough, we can only come to the hard ones.

He winked at the bartender again, but this time, the bartender didn't respond to him. Instead, he took a step back in horror and pointed at his arm with all his strength. He opened his mouth but couldn't make a sound.

The drug dealer followed the bartender's line of sight suspiciously, and what caught his eyes was indeed a flat strip-shaped object, which seemed to be squeezed by some kind of huge force, and it abruptly became a plane as thin as A4 paper .

When a sharp pain rushed into the drug dealer's brain, he finally confirmed what the object was.

That's his arm.

The drug dealer instinctively opened his mouth wide, but before he could utter a scream, an empty glass was stuffed into his mouth, and even a few of his teeth were broken.

Tears and blood were mixed together, and there could only be broken begging sounds from his mouth.

"I will return the money to you."

The short-haired woman brushed away the man's flat arm like she was dealing with garbage. The arm had long lost strength and became like a thin piece of paper dangling in front of her.

She reached into the inside of her clothes and groped for a moment, but what she took out was not money, but a poster with her photo printed on it.

One, ten, one hundred, one thousand, ten thousand, one hundred thousand, one million.

The drug dealer subconsciously counted the long series of numbers under the photo.

"Reward Order:"

『Fyn-Elnim』

"170 watts"

"Live or die"

Under the horrified sight of the drug dealer, this poster was pressed on his face.

The voice of the short-haired woman came through from the other end of the poster, accompanied by the smell of alcohol.

"Is this enough?"

　At present, the heart-to-heart value of the two characters has exceeded 400, and the fourth small theater is unlocked:
　　Little Theater Part Four:
　　A certain year, a certain month, a certain day, a weekend, and an evening.

　　After a busy afternoon, a sumptuous dinner was served on the table, and the smell of meat filled the whole room.

　　Lu Xiang appreciates the attractive food, and the craftsmanship of those well-known chefs is no different.

　　When Song Lan was seated, she suddenly asked, "By the way, there is one thing I never asked you. Why did you learn this in the first place?"

　　"In the past, every Chinese New Year, a group of people would target me for finding a girlfriend."

　　"Looking for a girlfriend?"

　　"They all said, learn this to find a girlfriend."

　　Song Lan suddenly felt that the days when a table of people sat together for a New Year's Eve dinner had become very far away from him.

　　If Lu Xiang can be brought home during the Chinese New Year, everyone will be satisfied.

　　It's a pity that he can't bring it, he can't even be sure whether this world is in the same time and space as the 2020 he is familiar with.

　　Lu Xiang noticed the change in Song Lan's expression, and instead of letting the previous question go any further, she asked instead, "Then do you know what to do after you find a girlfriend?"

　　"Appreciate further details."

　　"First step, bite this."

　　Lu Xiang selected a quail egg from the braised pork and put it into Song Lan's mouth.

　　"Step two, close your eyes."

　　Song Lan followed suit.

　　"The third step, suck—"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)