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Um!

That person is! ? ?

The moment he noticed the figure in his field of vision, Fangran's eyes flashed with shock and surprise.

"etc!"

"What else?"

The opening stopped Annabelle from hanging up. Listening to her impatient words, Celica took out the photo and gave a direct signal:

"At your seven o'clock position, Michael, the maker of the tiny device we tracked down, is over there."

Annabelle frowned slightly when she heard this. She took off her sunglasses and looked at the reflection of the mirror without trace.

Find the figure that overlaps with the photo among the participants behind you.

"Keep an eye on him for now, and we'll talk about the rest when we arrive."

"Hmph, you don't need to tell me."

The proud and beautiful woman snorted and hung up the communication. In the black market, Celica put away her communication device and looked at Fangran:

"let's go."

Then following her faster pace this time, Fangran walked out of the neighborhood from the other direction this time. Before entering the elevator again, he subconsciously turned around and opened his dark eyes.

I took one last look at this underground neighborhood that I passed briefly but left a deep impression on from the 'night sky' above.

I vaguely felt that seeing this scene would mean something to me.

It’s just that he still can’t figure it out.

Returning to the ground, coming out of an abandoned building farther away from Good Guys, the difference in space makes one wonder if there really is a block underground.

Then at this moment, Fangran suddenly heard El's voice coming from the earphones.

"The blank account received a fund transfer of US$10,000. Note: The first transaction fee is waived."

Listening to this inexplicable report, Fangran's face was blank at first.

Then an idea suddenly popped into my head.

Damn it, I just sold it. Are the black market channels so efficient? ?

Then the second thought,

Damn it, someone actually buys such a stupid thing! ?

These two thoughts were swirling in his mind. When Fangran was shocked that he seemed to have discovered another way to get rich,

"What are you doing standing there in a daze? Why don't you leave quickly?"

Celica turned around and glanced at him. She immediately reacted when she heard this. But looking at the dark night around her, she saw that a cold wind blowing through the cold night could only carry away the garbage.

Remembering that this place was at least 20 kilometers away from the city center, Fangran tried to ask with a slight shame.

"How do we get there?"

Could it be that he ran all the way there...

...

...

Houston, in the heart of downtown,

I was sitting in a car that was stopped by the roadside. I tossed two banknotes before getting out of the car.

Along the way, Fangran was silently complaining about Selika's 'kind' approach when he forced a taxi, completely forgetting what he had done.

He jumped out of the car after her, took off his sunglasses and looked at the brightly lit night.

"Where are we going now? Is the pub in the city?"

Ignoring the driver who was driving away in a hurry, Celica glanced at the road signs and other information, turned around and walked in one direction.

"follow me."

Walking in the urban area of ​​the fourth largest city in the United States, the wealth of the city is revealed in the brilliant lights, passing by buildings decorated with golden lights.

In the eyes of many men who were amazed by Selika's figure along the way,

Fangran followed her to a place in the city that was not too prosperous but not too remote either.

Then Fangran raised his head and looked at the building in front of him. It was a large and magnificent European-style building. There were a number of luxury cars parked in the front courtyard surrounded by iron gates.

It is different from the chained abandoned factory hidden in the suburbs. It is another feeling that people will not approach.

It's just that this style of painting is really not a club compared to a 'tavern'...

Fangran came up with this idea very strongly.

Following Celica as he walked inside, it was clear that neither he nor Celica were dressed like people who could come to a place of this caliber.

But no one stopped them,

The two of them walked through the front yard to the entrance gate.

The club...ah no, the glass door of the pub opens automatically. There is no doorman, no waiter, no security, and no front desk.

Passing through the bright and luxurious unmanned front hall, the door to the inner room automatically opened after the two people approached.

The moment the door opened, the scene inside came out.

The overall light is dark, but not to the level of a nightclub. There are no dazzling light effects, and the music played is not deafening but melodious and soothing.

Bar counter, wine cabinet, box, singing stage, sofa seats and central dance floor are all equipped and exquisite.

But there are also artificial intelligence, robots, holographic projections, soundproofing devices... and other night-fighting technology.

In short, this is a leisure bar for rich people that seems to have been modified by science fiction elements.

However, everyone who comes here is a participant.

"This is...a tavern?"

The humanoid robot bartender behind the bar, the holographic projection on the dance floor that serves as the atmosphere, and the virtual interface for all kinds of participants around to order,

After going to the black market, the shock was much lessened, but the sight of using technology to replace labor still surprised Fangran.

"Save your curiosity for the next time you come by yourself. We're not here to play now."

One sentence blocked everything Fangran wanted to ask. Celica ignored all the glances around her and continued walking towards the center of the room.

At this time, there were not too many people in the tavern, but not too many either.

Some people gather in twos and threes on the sofa seats to chat, and some people sit alone in front of the bar and let the robot mix drinks.

Most of them are men, but there are also women.

However, almost no one will come here to strike up a conversation. After all, you can’t be sure whether the person you are striking up a conversation with is a strong woman above level B.

If you want to have fun, you can easily find it outside depending on the ability of the participants.

So, at the end of the day, the reason a lot of people come here,

Maybe it's more because it has a similar atmosphere here.

Following Celica and walking inside, Fangran stared at the participants with various appearances, skin colors, body shapes and temperaments behind his sunglasses.

Then he saw Annabelle sitting alone behind a bar.

"Where's the guy in the photo?"

Sitting directly next to her, looking at the humanoid machine behind the bar looking at him, Celica casually ordered a glass of whiskey on the table that turned into a screen and asked,

Seeing her arrival, Annabelle replied coldly:

"The quiet guy was staring at him."

He also followed her example and sat down in front of the bar, looking at the robot in front of him shaking the shaker like a bartender.

In the light atmosphere of the participants' pub, which was filled with the smell of alcohol, Fangran looked at the two of them with excitement, and his eyes lit up with expectant questions:

"What should we do next, find an opportunity to grab him by force and drive out of here?"