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"You don't mean to say that we should try our best to solve this case, do you?"

The new officer stammered, "No, I mean I think...maybe...um...right?"

He looked cautiously at the old police officer.

"Isn't this our job?"

"Ha, what do you think our job is?"

"Protect the citizens?"

“Wrong!” the veteran officer admonished earnestly, “It’s to make people think that citizens are protected!”

New police officer: "?"

The young man paused for a moment, then cautiously asked, "The gang?"

"Of course, it should be our citizens!"

The veteran officer gave him a look that said, "What are you thinking about?"

“The gangs knew all along that citizens were not protected.”

The new officer seemed to feel his worldview had been shaken, and still tried to make a last-ditch effort: "But...but I think I have a lead! Everyone has overlooked the common thread among the missing persons. They all went to that bar called 'Baidgey'."

We might actually be able to…

"Forget your stupid bar theory. Do you think the reason I didn't include your stupid theory in the report is because I was afraid that some idiot who reads the report would believe it!"

Then we really have to go to that bar to investigate!

The veteran police officer was so angry that he spat out words.

"What if things get even worse? What if we actually find out something?"

Shen You: "."

Although it's a bit strange, there's something about this Brudhaven system that gives off a "pregnant pill" vibe.

However, it was still a worthwhile experience.

Is it Baidegai Bar?

Chapter 102 Bar

Brudhaven, Badgey Bar.

The colored lights flickered on and off, as if an unseen hand were manipulating the switches. At times, the shifting lights resembled a deep blue sea, casting all sorts of shadows on the dance floor. At other times, they were like blood-stained waves in the ocean, eerie and sinister.

People on the dance floor moved with abandon, the music deafeningly loud. Strange patterns shifted on the bar walls, and eerie sounds flickered intermittently.

The bartender behind the counter was tall and elegant, with a handsome face and neatly combed black hair that perfectly accentuated his features. He wore an impeccable black suit and a white shirt, his long arms deftly mixing drinks, his smile gentle yet alluring.

"What do you need?" he asked with a standard, professional smile.

Shen You had just sat down at the bar, but he had used his mimicry ability to change his face.

"Coffee will do," Shen You said.

"Ok."

A moment later, a steaming cup of coffee was placed on the bar.

But as the cup was handed to him, Shen You noticed a dark, tentacled appendage, covered in suction cup-like structures, protruding from the bartender's back. A tiny eyeball was wrapped around the limp tentacle, which then plopped into the dark brown coffee.

After doing all that, the bartender casually retracted his tentacles and smiled as he pushed the coffee across the bar counter.

"Please enjoy."

Shen You looked at the large eyeball that had just been thrown in, then at the smiling bartender, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

Seriously, is it really okay for you to blatantly add this kind of undignified stuff to my face like this? Couldn't you at least make some kind of fake gesture to cover it up?

Or is it that...or is it something that ordinary people cannot see?

As Shen You's mind raced, he quickly considered this possibility. Perhaps what he had just witnessed, which seemed utterly absurd to him, was actually protected by some kind of mental or visual shielding mechanism, making it invisible to ordinary people.

Most similar methods don't work on him. But clearly, the strange bartender in front of him doesn't know that.

Shen You remained calm and prepared to continue observing in secret. Just then, someone sat down next to him.

"Two glasses of whiskey, with olives."

"It's a red-haired woman," she said to the bartender.

"A drink, sir."

As she spoke, she winked at Shen You, intentionally or unintentionally showing off the deep trenches and boundless scenery of the Northern Hemisphere.

"Thank you," Shen You said politely.

The woman moved closer and smiled, "Sir, you seem to be a novice. Is this your first time?"

“It’s happened a few times,” Shen You said, “but the last time was a long time ago.”

He was telling the truth; the last time he went to a bar was before he traveled through time, thousands of years ago.

The woman chuckled, "You're actually an experienced driver, I never would have guessed."

"It's alright," Shen You said casually.

Influenced by some senior mentors who wished to remain anonymous, he was particularly skilled at driving Jeeps.

"Are you confident in your marksmanship?" The red-haired woman leaned closer, bringing with her a fragrant aroma.

"Spot on target every time," Shen You said calmly.

This is no exaggeration. Shooting is a basic course; what does it mean to be the top student in your graduating class?

"Such a boastful tone, but I like it."

The woman smiled and tried to entangle herself around him, like a water snake winding its way through a meadow.

But without saying a word, Shen You suddenly threw out his right fist.

It was as if the air exploded in the enclosed space, and the wine glasses in front of the bar were shattered into pieces. The red-haired woman was thrown back and sent flying, smashing a table and all the dishes and bottles on it to pieces with a crash.

The woman's neck tilted to the side, and she fell unconscious amidst the scattered shards. A series of distorted, corrupted data images rolled across her beautiful face, instantly transforming it into a dark, six-eyed monster.

It wasn't anything special; it was just some kind of holographic projection disguise technology. Shen You saw right through it.

So does everyone else.

The moment he threw the punch, the entire bar erupted in chaos.

The bartender shouted, and several twisted tentacles emerged from behind him. The people in the dance floor stopped dancing and jumped out, revealing monstrous, hideous faces. A woman in a red robe clung to the ceiling like some boneless animal, crawling along the roof like a large spider, her long hair hanging down—a bizarre and terrifying sight.

The burly man sitting next to Shen You at the bar roared and swung his right arm, which transformed into a bone-blade-like shape and slashed sharply toward Shen You's neck.

They're all aliens.

It turns out that there wasn't a single human in this bar from the very beginning.

Of course, this also includes Shen You.

Who isn't an alien at some point?

Shen You sat calmly in his seat, watching the bone blade beside him swing towards him, rapidly approaching with a slicing sound as if the air was being cut.

Until it was almost millimeters away from the tip of the nose.

It stopped.

No, it wasn't just that burly man. The bartender shooting tentacles at him, the woman crawling on the roof, the aliens surrounding the entire house, the debris exploding into the air, and the liquor in the shattered bottles—all of them were suspended in mid-air for a moment.

It was as if someone had lowered the floodgates of the river of time, instantly turning the once torrent into a trickle, and the passage of time became as slow as if it were being carried on the back of a giant tortoise, inching forward inch by inch.

This is because Shen You was too fast.

His movements were quick, and his mind worked just as fast, naturally creating a "bullet time" effect in his field of vision.

He slowly rose from his seat, deftly avoiding the sharp edge of the bone blade. Passing by the burly man, he casually extended a finger and lightly touched the cheek of the man's face, frozen in a roaring expression.

In this seemingly frozen space-time, even the most casual poke, amplified by the ultra-high speed, would be imbued with astonishing force. The shockwave slowly rippled from the point where his finger touched the burly man's face, making his ugly skin appear like waves slowed a hundredfold, looking utterly comical.

The other two, looking like aliens from different races, charged towards the bar side by side. Shen You strolled up to them, glanced at them, lifted their claws, and positioned them in attack stances, aiming at each other's heads. Then, he lightly applied a reverse force to their arms.

He wandered around the bar for most of the time, punching here and slapping there, turning around a big guy who was about to charge, or dragging an alien into the path of his teammate's skill.

After circling around and returning to the bar, he glanced at the bartender whose expression was contorted in slow motion as he shot tentacles at him. After thinking for a moment, he raised his right hand and grabbed all the tentacles in his hand.

He grabbed the tentacles, pushed off the wall, jumped, somersaulted over the ceiling, and casually tied the tentacles into a knot on the fan.

He landed back on the ground, clapped his hands, walked back to the bar, crossed his legs, and sat back down in his original spot.

The next moment, the burly man at the bar's neck snapped and his head slammed to the ground. A group of alien buddies suddenly swung their claws at each other's faces, screaming in agony. Several aliens collapsed, while others spun around in place. A massive figure charged aggressively into the bathroom, unable to stop himself, and slammed his head into the toilet bowl, swallowing a large mouthful.

The bartender screamed as he flew off the counter, his tangled tentacles getting caught in the electric fan. The fan wailed as it was ripped from the ceiling, crashing to the ground along with the bartender, smashing a table in the process.

In the blink of an eye, the entire room of ferocious aliens lay sprawled on the floor, some lying down, some reclining, and some hanging on the wall. Only Shen You remained, calmly sitting at the bar with his legs crossed, as if everything was none of his concern.

"Now,"

Shen You sat in the chair and glanced at the groaning aliens filling the room.

"Does anyone else want to go out?"

Chapter 103 Is this person a GM?

Easily.

Super speed is a skill Shen You naturally possesses in human form, a racial talent. In the original work, there were other Ultras who used this skill in human form, such as Hikari, the blue-skinned director of their Science Bureau, who, upon arriving on Earth, engaged in a real-life, no-cooldown teleportation duel with the human form of the alien monster Bogaru.

After learning new knowledge from the Speed ​​Force, his Mach speed became significantly faster than before thanks to this new method. Now, he is already incredibly fast even without transforming.

To be honest, when Shen You came to this bar, his original plan was simply to use his super vision to scan for traces, casually ask people for information, and see if there were any clues related to the aliens in Rozburg.

But the scene he saw upon entering was something he never expected.

There isn't a single normal person in this shabby bar.

The aliens were from different races, but none of them were particularly strong. Even if their physical abilities surpassed those of humans, their strength was still limited.

However, that's just how the DC Universe is. Superman-level overpowered characters are extremely rare in the entire universe. If we only consider individual combat strength and not technology, most races aren't that strong.