Simultaneous travel: I have forged an immortal name in the heavens

Chapter 161 [Sokovia Trip]

The person who asked Yang An was a beautiful woman.

She had been paying attention to Yang An for some time. When she saw Yang An stop, she walked over in high heels to chat with him.

The high heels made a clicking sound as they stepped on the bluestone streets.

Yang An looked back.

The woman was dressed fashionably and avant-garde, wearing a low-cut light blue miniskirt that revealed a large area of ​​white flesh at the neckline, which was very eye-catching. She also had a pair of straight, healthy legs.

She has the same red hair as the Black Widow Natasha, and their faces are somewhat similar, with the depth of a Westerner and the delicate skin of an Oriental.

By the way, Yang An thought that the Black Widow whom he had never met seemed to be Russian.

What a wonderful fate.

There are thousands of beauties in Marvel, and Russians account for more than half of them?

She is not the only one on this street. There are many beautiful women on this street. Perhaps it is because of the presence of beautiful women and luxury cars that this street has become more prosperous.

Maybe because Yang An didn't answer.

The woman's eyes turned, she took a step forward, got closer to Yang An, and smiled charmingly.

"You are a tourist here, maybe you need a guide who is familiar with the streets and can walk with you."

The faint scent of perfume on a woman and the deep cleavage on her body are all trying to seduce, ahem, attract the opposite sex.

Yang An raised his eyebrows, understanding everything.

Poverty will inevitably breed darkness and sin.

Just like the Czech Republic and Hrkmund in the future, Sokovia also has a well-developed yellow industry chain. A large number of Eastern European women travel across the ocean to America with their dreams.

Unfortunately, most of them have bad fates.

Even in Sokovia, women who can't find jobs can only work in the prostitution industry.

The beautiful and seductive woman in front of me claims to be a tour guide and can provide companionship.

But it is not certain whether you should visit the hotel's big bed or the surrounding scenery.

"Sorry, not needed at the moment."

Yang An took a step back and shook his head slightly to refuse, but the woman seemed very eager to complete the order.

She lifted her burgundy hair that fell to her chest, revealing clearer cleavage. She was so generous. If Yang An didn't take a look, he would be unromantic.

"My name is Elena. I can give you a good price. How about three hundred dollars a week? You only need to include one meal a day. I am very familiar with this place, and I am a professional tour guide who graduated from a tour guide school. I am not..."

Before Elena could finish speaking, Yang An, who was about to walk towards the hotel, stopped.

"make a deal."

He nodded.

"Those deceptive women? You said the deal is done?" The woman was a little surprised.

"Ah."

Yang An glanced behind him and noticed movement at the hotel entrance and a security guard walking towards him.

The security guard of this Hydra company is much stronger than ordinary people. From the way he walks, it can be seen that he is a martial artist. He seems to have a gun on his waist.

Yang An calmly reached into his pocket and pulled out a wallet he had just taken from someone else.

There were quite a few banknotes in it, all in US dollars.

This also shows the extent of Sokovia's economic collapse. Only because of a lack of confidence in their own currency would they use US dollars for settlement.

Yang An pulled out a stack of bills and stuffed it into the woman's hand, while stretching out his arm.

As the only heir to Osborn Industries, Yang An has experienced more erotic occasions than one might imagine.

The movements are graceful, like inviting a lady to be a dance partner at a ball.

It was probably because of his temperament and the fact that he stopped in front of the most expensive hotel on this street that Elena came to him.

Elena happily took the money and looked at Yang An's naturally outstretched arm. After hesitating for a moment, she finally put her arm around him so that Yang An could feel her fullness better.

A heavy, soft body rested against his arm, with a fragrant milky scent, but without the strong body odor of white people in Western Europe. This girl was quite attractive.

"What should I call you?" Elena asked with a smile.

"Alan, just call me Alan." Yang An said casually, and then walked into the hotel with Elena.

Just then, the burly security guard pushed open the door.

It was as if they were here to welcome Yang An.

Perhaps noticing that Yang An handed the woman a stack of money, the woman then took Yang An's arm, an action exactly the same as those tourists who had money to have fun.

The security guards didn't cause any trouble.

"Thank you."

Yang An thanked him casually and took out a US dollar bill and stuffed it into the chest pocket of the security guard who made way for him.

The security guard's expression completely relaxed and he nodded, "Welcome sir, please come in."

Elena stared at the bulging wallet in Yang An's hand, and the smile on her face became even more radiant.

Soon, Yang An opened the hotel and used the wallet owner's ID.

A fat man with a big belly, but Yang An made some minor adjustments and transformed the photo into his current appearance, including his name.

"Welcome, Mr. Allen. Your room is on the sixth floor. Do you need help with your luggage?"

"No need." Yang An motioned for Elena to take the room card, nodded slightly and left.

"Mr. Allen, are you American?"

The two walked into the elevator and Elena asked curiously.

She has a clear voice, and I believe that when she sings melodiously on the big bed, it will sound as beautiful as a nightingale.

"That's right." Yang An said perfunctorily. He looked around and saw that the buildings here were very solid. The walls were even eight or nine centimeters thick, and they were all made of solid stone bricks mixed with cement mortar.

I wonder if the Hydra Baron is in the hotel now.

As if she misunderstood Yang An's impatient response because he was eager to do something tainted, Elena shut up obediently.

Wait until you get out of the elevator.

Yang An glimpsed from the corridor window.

Not far away, outside a high-end restaurant across the street, a bald man with a big belly was waving his arms at the police. His expression showed excitement and anger.

In response, the police drew their guns and pointed them at each other.

It seemed that the police on this street were more active and took the man away in a police car.

Yang An retracted his gaze, a smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

The man had one of the most sins on this street, second only to this Hydra snake den that was almost shrouded in black aura.

Yang An didn't feel guilty at all for tricking such a guy.

Elena was busy looking for a room and didn't notice this scene.

"We're here!" she said with some joy in her tone, "This is the first time I've stayed in such a great hotel."

Yang An did not comment.

I opened the door and walked into the room.

Elena turned around and hugged Yang An, her huge breasts almost hitting him.

But she was disappointed.

Suddenly, everything in front of her was empty. Yang An, who was originally standing there, actually moved away and stood behind her.

"how is this possible?"

Elena's expression was stunned, as if she couldn't understand how Yang An managed to dodge past.

When she turned around, she found Yang An standing behind her.

"That's amazing, Alan. You're really fast, but I wish you could go slower in bed."

Elena smiled sweetly, but found that Yang An was not as anxious as she thought. "It seems that you lied, Miss Elena. You are not a tour guide, at least not a graduate of a tour guide school."

Yang An had a blank expression on his face, tilted his head and whispered to the somewhat embarrassed Elena.

"I don't understand." There was a flash of surprise in Elena's eyes, but she remained calm.

"You have a great figure." Yang An looked around the room. It had a bedroom and a living room. In front of him was a sofa and a TV. Next door should be the bedroom.

The hotel is decorated in a classical European style and looks quite comfortable, which is well worth the high room rate of US$300 a day.

"Of course, I also think I'm in pretty good shape." Elena tried to get close again, like a charming blue beauty snake, but was dodged by Yang An.

She had no choice but to sit on the sofa and lift up her long, beautiful legs in flesh-colored stockings.

But Yang An's next words made the smile on her face freeze.

"No, not the body of a woman, but the body of a soldier or killer who is proficient in fighting skills."

Yang An crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow.

There is more than just sex industry here.

Gangs and human organ trafficking are also major industries here.

Those wealthy tourists who are obsessed with sex and want to find a quickie romance here are more likely to encounter a honey trap.

Especially the kind of woman who comes to you on her own initiative.

Although this Elena has a good figure, her body muscles are very strong. The most important thing is that she doesn't know that Yang An has a pair of eyes that can see through people's memories.

"Legend of the Soul"

It is said that Dumbledore always maintained Legilimency, but this was confirmed to be false by Yang An, mainly because Dumbledore's eyes were indeed very sharp.

Elena's expression finally changed at this moment, and some astonishment flashed in her eyes.

But before she could make any move, a spell hit her.

"Sleeping soundly!"

The next second, her eyes went dark and she passed out.

In Yang An's hand, he put away a magic wand.

"The magic power of the clone is not as good as the original one." He sighed.

Yang An hadn't discovered it before, until this time he greatly improved his extraordinary ability to the third level.

As a result, he discovered the flaw in the parasite.

Although the complete parasite can use most of his original body's abilities, Yang An discovered after many experiments that it can only use second-order abilities at best.

Yang An guessed that perhaps it was because the "parasitism" talent had not been upgraded yet, and perhaps the "splitting" talent also had to be advanced to the second level.

This will work magic as well.

The number of Yang Ans has reached ten. After each Yang An's magic talent is shared, Yang An's magic talent is surprisingly high.

But this clone can only exert the "power of six Yangs", which should have reached its limit.

"As expected, no talent is useless. Everyone needs to be upgraded."

Subsequently
"Legilimency!"

The previous Legilimency only simply saw that Elena had bad intentions, this time it was a deep search of her memory.

Where there is light there is darkness.

A dark corner where lights never illuminate, in the basement of a seemingly magnificent hotel.

In fact, it is a den of filth and dirt!

This is a huge casino, accessible via an elevator inside the hotel.

It is not uncommon for hotels to have underground casinos. Whether it is the gambling city of Alaska or the five major casinos in Macau, they are all connected to the hotel.

This underground casino was converted from a civil defense project. It is dozens of meters underground and can withstand attacks from high-yield nuclear weapons.

After all, Sokovia was a country hostile to the West before the civil war.

But now, this place has turned into a den of money and pleasure.

The casino hall was filled with decadence and extravagance.

The noisy and lively sounds echoed, the charming laughter and cheers of women, the nervous shouting of gamblers, and the sound of the roulette wheel turning formed an exciting symphony.

The air is filled with smoke and fragrance, which makes people feel their blood boiling as soon as they smell it.

Sokovian beauties can be seen everywhere, wearing swimsuits or even just fishnet tops that reveal large areas of snow-white skin.

She walked through the crowd in high heels, making crisp tapping sounds.

They snuggled up to the gamblers who had not yet had their last bit of wealth squeezed out of them, letting them knead their bodies hard, smiling like flowers.

Even though red finger marks were left on their fair skin, the women were all smiling, as if they didn't feel the pain.

Of course, the reward for doing this is that the gaps in their already thin clothes are filled with crystal chips.

The huge chandelier hanging from the towering ceiling illuminates the place like day, and the smooth marble floor reflects a grandiose light.

Everything is so intoxicating that one cannot help but linger.

But continue going deeper and deeper, to the second underground floor that most gamblers never reach.

It's completely different here.

This place is covered with thick cement slabs, completely isolating the noise from above.

Judging from the decoration, it is more luxurious than the casino above.

The corridor was quiet and heavily guarded, with a guard post every five steps and a sentry every ten steps.

Everywhere there were men with crew cuts and wearing military uniforms, standing guard with expressionless faces. If you looked closely, you would see that the badge on their chests was a skull with nine poisonous snakes spewing out of its mouth.

In the deepest part of a luxurious suite.

A depressing atmosphere filled the room.

"Lord Stark, this is the income and expenditure statement for the most recent quarter."

The room is kept at a comfortable constant temperature.

The manager had some sweat on his forehead, but he didn't dare to take out his handkerchief to wipe it. He spoke respectfully to the man sitting on the sofa who looked a bit gentle.

Even though the other person didn't look like a hot-tempered person, he was extremely cautious.

This is because the man in front of him is a powerful warlord in Secvia, who controls the army. He is also a veteran of the terrifying Hydra organization.

Even though the other person looks young, he was actually born in 1923.
It’s already 2009!

The feared Baron crossed his legs and leaned against the sofa. He did not pick up the report on the coffee table, but raised his head and looked at the manager with a smile.

"Don't be nervous Wenches, we are old friends. Look, you are always so timid."

Wenches forced a smile and took the opportunity to take out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat that was about to drip.

The Baron in front of you is a devil who kills without blinking an eye.

How could he not be afraid when he thought about those poor souls who were forced to do experiments due to various mistakes?

"It is my habit to treat you with respect, Your Excellency."

Baron Stark nodded thoughtfully after hearing this.

"I believe you."

Hearing this, the poor manager finally breathed a sigh of relief.

But before he could calm down, a cold and slightly teasing question made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"But you betrayed my trust, Wenches."

"Sir, I, I don't understand!"

Looking at the man in front of him whose lips were trembling with fear, Baron Stark took off his one-way glasses, wiped them with a handkerchief, and said nonchalantly.

"I heard that recently, guests at the hotel have been frequently in trouble and robbed by a small gang?"

(End of this chapter)