death of hope

Chapter 317 "Corporate Warrior" (233) Bunny Girl
There were many high-end cars parked at the entrance of the nightclub, and the rented broken cars looked a bit eye-catching.

"Don't stop, keep driving, there is a security guard watching us."

Lynch drove across the corner of the street and stopped after confirming that no one was following. He couldn't see the security guard in the rearview mirror, put on the handbrake, and said worriedly:
"Don't you bring a gun, do you really want to go in with your bare hands?"

"Those who have to go through the security check can only bring tiny devices."

Sigurdlifa looked in the mirror and looked at the beauty tutorial in the fashion magazine that Miss Anna gave her, her head was getting bigger:

"This is really... too difficult. It's not good to put some harmful chemical products on your face."

She hasn't worn much makeup since she was a child, and her movements with powder puff and lipstick are quite clumsy.

The fat man clicked his tongue and said, "Oh, what you said is so embarrassing. Not every woman has a model face. You should thank your parents for their DNA. You can make men turn back without makeup. You Everyone in the family is handsome and beautiful, right? Is there a younger sister to introduce to me?"

Lynch turned around and said, "Donnie, don't mention her family."

"What?"

"She will be sad, and I will be angry."

"Okay... I won't mention it." The fat man trembled in fright at Lynch's serious expression: "What's the relationship between you two?"

"Engaged."

"Hey, that's enough!" the fat man complained in a low voice, "At the bar, Roy and Anna fed me a mouthful of dog food, and when I went out in the car, I was treated like a dog."

Ferguson smirked at him: "Hey, Donny, don't envy them, just think about your two-dimensional paper man wife, who lives in your hard drive harem and consumes a piece of toilet paper every time she uses it."

"Get lost!" The fat man raised his middle finger at his friend.

"I'm leaving."

"I will support you at any time." Lynch's tone was worried.

"Don't worry, I've seen Longtan and Tiger's Caves before, this small scene is easy to handle."

Sigurdriefa finally finished her makeup, fixed her long blond hair, put on a rabbit hairpin, and opened the car door.

Because he was not used to the high heels, he almost fell to the ground, turned his head and gave Lynch a smirk, and then moved awkwardly towards the nightclub.

Lynch put on the earphone microphone, picked up the tablet computer, and the first-person view of Sigurdriefa appeared on the screen. The vibration of the screen gradually decreased, and he seemed to have adapted to the high heels:

"Your communication equipment won't be found, will it?" Ferguson asked.

"The action camera is hidden in the contact lenses she wears, and the communicator is disguised as a beauty spot."

"It's too advanced, as expected of a company dog...Oh, sorry, as expected of an employee of McMillan, it is rich and powerful."

"A device made by a friend of mine, Shaft."

"The genius hacker who hacked into the website of the Federal Ministry of Defense?"

"Yes."

"Thank him for me, my hard drive is full of pirated movies and games he cracked."

"Hmm..." Lynch said perfunctorily, regretting bringing this talkative fat man here, but he couldn't do without him leading the way, so he ignored him and focused on the screen and said:

"Hey, Seager, the video signal is clear, the anti-shake effect is good, try the throat communicator."

"I can hear you."

"Mr. Downey reminded me that during the interview, don't forget to show your handcuffs, leather whips, and candles, and raise your thighs so that they can see the metal rings on the stockings. Our target is interested in these elements, the key You can always defend yourself.”

A snow-white and slender middle finger appeared on the screen:

"Tell that perverted Fat Boy Downey, if he's using his perverted fetishes to fuck me with all these crappy ideas, just wait to get kicked in the ass!"

"Okay, I'll tell him."

"Why the middle finger? What did she say?"

"She said thank you for your suggestion." Lynch lied.

"You're welcome!" Fat Donnie shouted into the microphone on purpose, and two middle fingers appeared on the screen.

"Your perspective is like a giant looking down on a Lilliputian."

"I can't help it. There's a guy hiding in the heel. I won't wear high heels unless I'm killed."

"What guy?"

"Gizmo made by Lodayev."

"What? You hid the bomb in the heel of your shoe?"

"Occupational disease, I am such an excellent goal scorer, it is logical to like to carry some explosives."

"Tell the hot girl that I will be very sad if her beautiful legs are blown off."

"Fuck you! Fatty! I heard it!"

"Keep your voice down...the security has noticed you."

The brawny security guard who greeted him on the screen was astonishingly big, his suit was stretched so tightly by his muscles,
It seems to be about the same height as Lynch, and his eyes can be on the same level as Sigurd Lifa wearing high heels (188 + high heels 12), and he speaks politely:

"Good afternoon, miss, you are the most beautiful lady I have ever seen."

"Thank you."

"Is there no sir with you? Please show your membership card."

"I'm not a customer. I heard that Mr. Anthony Hawk is recruiting nightclub bunny hostesses with high salaries."

"Oh! Our store is short of people, the boss will be very happy to see you, hey! Guys, here to apply, search and bring her in!"

Several other strong security guards came up with metal detectors: "Madam, please raise your arms, you are not carrying a weapon, are you?"

"I don't know if whips, handcuffs, candles count, and these ridiculous rabbit ears."

"These can be brought in. After all, many customers like this." The security guards are so professional that they didn't take advantage of her. They lifted the door gate without finding anything abnormal:
"Please wait in the hall for a while, someone will take you in."

"Phew... there is no one around me for the time being..." Sigurdlifa let out a long breath and relaxed, "Did you show off?"

"It's very natural. Mr. Downey said you can win an Oscar."

"As expected of a high-end club..." The perspective lens on the screen rotates with Sigurdriefa's contact lens,
"The security guards are very polite. After all, they are here to entertain distinguished guests. The decoration in this hall is very luxurious, and there is a big fish tank!
Wow!I've never seen this kind of aquarium fish...the fish scales reflect like metal...so soft and soft leather sofa! "

"Mr. Lynch, is your fiancee a country bumpkin?" Ferguson said.

"Don't talk nonsense, the Sig family is a knight noble, but it just declined because of economic problems."

"I don't see it, she looks like a country girl who has never seen the world."

"Hey! Bartender! I heard it all!"

"Don't worry, someone is coming."

A waiter in a tuxedo, white gloves, and a smile enters the hall;
"Miss, compared to you, I look like a dwarf. Let's go and see where you will work in the future. The elevator is here."

"Are you wishing me a successful application, thank you."

"Only the blind will ignore your excellence. The fifth basement floor is here. This way please."

(End of this chapter)