He's a blackened heartthrob

Chapter 143 [143] Seeing a boy
O城

dark night.

I just had dinner, not instant noodles, not nutrient solution, but real meat!BBQ! !

Jing Shu felt that he had come alive, wiped his mouth with a tissue, and had a glass of wine with No. 94 next to him.

No. 94 forced a smile and said, "Superior Commander, I remember that you can't eat this kind of food? It will affect your body's genes."

However, Jing Shu took a sip of his wine and shrugged his shoulders indifferently, "The influence is the influence. I would rather be influenced than look at the instant noodles and nutrient solution."

Instant noodles are like ordinary white water to the experimental product, and will not have any effect other than making the body feel full, so Professor Jia Wei did not forbid Jingshu to eat this.

The place to eat is in the most luxurious hotel in the eastern district of O City.The construction of this hotel is good, and it is a rare high-end club in O City.

Going out can occasionally enjoy some high-level treatment, which is why Jingshu prefers to go out on missions.

After eating and drinking, she stood up, picked up the black windbreaker that was draped over the back of the chair, threw one hand on her shoulder, and put the other hand in her trouser pocket, and smiled lazily: "I'm going back to my room to sleep. , early tomorrow morning, remember to start a blanket search of O City with me, don’t let go of any corner of the four neighborhoods in the southeast, northwest, and corners. Do you understand?”

The hunters nodded, "Understood, sir!"

As soon as the words fell, the blue-clothed boy sitting next to Jing Shu also stood up, followed her pace, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Did NO.11 go to bed so early today? It's only nine o'clock now."

Jing Shu lied without changing his face, "Because I have to get up early tomorrow, I have to go back to take a shower now."

"Really?" The young man obviously didn't believe it, and his well-behaved little face revealed a suspicion, "Can I think that NO.11 is lying to me again? After all, it's not the first time that I've been separated from me and sneaked out to drink and play disco by myself. Twice."

"No way!" Jing Shu retorted, but he felt a guilty conscience of being poked, "Cough... it's called Jing Shu..."

But after taking two steps, she stopped suddenly, rolled her eyes, and then turned her head to show a mean smile at the young man. She stood on tiptoe and approached him with a teasing voice and a joking look: "Don't believe me? Could it be that Do you want me to take a shower with you to prove my innocence? That’s fine too, do you want to take off your clothes and go to the public bathhouse to take a bath together?"

The girl's face suddenly enlarged, NO.12's heart skipped a beat, her breathing was disturbed by her half-closed lazy eyes, and she stuttered a lot, "No, I, I... I just—"

"Hahaha!" Jing Shu interrupted him with a big laugh, "Brat, I'm just kidding you! Don't think too much, I didn't lie to you, I really want to take a bath."

"After staying in the helicopter for ten full days, I feel that I can rub out a layer of mud when I take a shower."

Seeing this, NO.12 understood that Jingshu was obviously trying to trick him on purpose again, the young man pouted, a little unhappy, turned his head away, and said in a muffled voice, "Don't keep making such jokes in the future, I will never be able to tell the NO .11 Is what he said a joke or the truth."

It's true, it will make people blush and heartbeat.

It was a joke, and it would upset and disappoint him.

Jing Shu nodded, and said perfunctorily: "I know, I know, good night, go to bed early."

The place where he lives is above the hotel, and some rooms are specially opened, which can be reported to the public account, which is why Jingshu dares to spend money lavishly.Anyway, the cost of the last mission was paid by the flying saucer.

Jingshu's room is a luxurious presidential suite with exquisite and gorgeous interior facilities. There is a large pool in the bathroom, where you can take a comfortable bath.

The highest level of lying is half-truth and half-false.

Jingshu thief laughed, it is true to take a bath, but it is false to rest after taking a bath.

The water in the pool is very warm, which can melt all the fatigue into the water, and the mist is dense, turning the whole bathroom into this kind of hazy, illusory and ethereal world.

Soon, the guy who was about to start this extreme carnival nightlife came out of the pool, wiped off the water, put on his clothes, put on sunglasses and gloves, took out a hidden cigarette from his collar, lit it and held it in his mouth inside.

White smoke wafted from the spark-lit cigarette butt. O City at night is a city that never sleeps. Looking down from the upper floors of the hotel, almost everywhere is brightly lit, and there are endless noises and the like.

Jing Shu opened the operable floor-to-ceiling windows of the luxurious presidential room, stood at the window, let the night wind blow in, and swayed her hair and windbreaker, looking chic and extraordinary.

The pupils under the sunglasses changed the focal length, and instantly locked onto the busiest and most fun nightclub in O City—North District: Charming Beauty Leisure Club.

Jing Shu chuckled, with a cigarette in his mouth, he turned his head and glanced at the room No. 12 next door, raising his eyebrows in disdain: "Simple child, do you think this can stop your grandpa?"

She jumped straight up, and the pitch-black figure instantly disappeared into the night, almost blending into the night!
Looking from the front, the pitch-black figure was able to take a good panoramic view of that wretched and excited idiot's perverted face.

Jingshu was extremely proud and ecstatic in his heart——ahhh! !Crazy disco! !Upscale Bloody Mary! !Huazi! !Ladies and gentlemen! !Pole dancing! !I'm coming! ! !
A wonderful nightlife begins here!
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North District.

Charming Lady has existed in O City for a long time. This leisure club used to be a place for all kinds of transactions. After the virus broke out, many transactions would no longer be carried out. After these few months, it has become a little more formal .

All the accompanying ladies in it can be called beautiful, and their figures are also protruding. No matter what type of beauties, you can almost find them.

Standing at the door was a man wearing a waiter's clothes. He looked a bit fierce. Apart from the waiter, this guy might occasionally act as a bodyguard.

Walking to the door, without any surprise, Jing Shu was stopped.

"Minors are not allowed to enter." The man's voice was rough and a little scary.

Jing Shu sneered, took out a gun from his pocket, pointed at the man's head, raised his eyebrows and said, "Let me in, your grandfather."

The man looked at her coldly, then snatched the gun from Jing Shu's hand, broke it in half with a "click", threw it on the side of the road, and then turned his head and continued to stare at her expressionlessly.

Jingshu: "..."

Jingshu: "QAQ"

Jing Shu: "My toy gun!!! It's the same imitation toy gun as Mrak 19, the Desert Eagle of The Matrix!! Super expensive!!!"

She squatted on the ground and cried bitterly, holding the fragments of the toy gun with a distraught expression on her face, pointing at the man: "You shrimp rice that destroys people's beloved things! Big bastard! QAQ"

The man was expressionless: "Minors are not allowed to enter."

Jingshu: "QAQ"

17 is old.

At present, he is only one year away from turning eighteen.

In the past, nightclubs could be mixed in, but this time they didn't.

Jing Shu gritted his teeth angrily, and hid in the alley beside the nightclub gate, biting his handkerchief, thinking about how to get in.

At this moment, she suddenly saw an old iron gate at the side of the alley, and some disco music came out from inside. Jing Shu suddenly understood that this seemed to be the entrance and exit for the charming beauty's back kitchen to throw out garbage!

As if God wanted to prove this idea, a young man with a fair appearance and some wounds all over his body came out with a bag of garbage and threw it into the tin trash can at the door.

The young man's hair was black and fragmented, his body was full of wounds, and the street lights were dim, but it was still clearly visible. A hideous dark red scar ran across his fair throat.

　I took a little time, not much, but I don’t have time tomorrow QAQ! !Feel sorry!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)