The Monster I Was Redeemed

Ai Liang quickly regained his composure and followed the thug into the elevator.

As the saying goes, the lights and the feasting make people intoxicated, while the cows and horses lead you into society.

If these thugs really had any special skills, they wouldn't be just thugs.

As long as they don't do anything serious and don't get in their own way.

Ai Liangcai didn't bother to care about the attitude of these cannon fodder.

In this complex, each floor has different tenants.

Ai Liang could see at least several different stores from the floor layout map at the entrance.

For example, the second and third floors are bathing and massage centers, the fifth and sixth floors are accommodation, the seventh floor is the entertainment center, and the eighth floor is the office area...

And where Ai Liang is going now is the bar on the fourth floor.

Probably it was easier to obtain information under the numbness of alcohol.

Many intelligence dealers, or places where intelligence circulates, will use bars as their base.

Ma Wei serves as the subordinate intelligence unit of Song Jie's subordinate forces.

Perfectly inherit this fine tradition.

As mentioned before, Song Jie belongs to the modernist intelligence faction.

Although he is involved in many industries, his nominal main business is still in intelligence.

Even income from other aspects is n times that of intelligence income.

He did not give up this main business with a meager income.

Perhaps this is the last stubbornness of the intelligence agent?

Ma Wei was working under Song Jie, and the industry development would inevitably develop in Song Jie's direction.

But after all, he is not like Song Jie, who has a big family and a big business.

I can't recruit any capable subordinates, so I can only use these vicious and simple-minded people.

Not to mention anything else, this thug is still carrying a storage bag, looking like he is not very smart.

It’s not that there is any ulterior motive, it’s just that I forgot to let go.

Ding.

The elevator door opened.

Still the same, Ai Liang walked out of the elevator with the thug behind him.

Slowly move towards the conference room door at the end of the corridor.

Open the door and you'll find the bar.

Midnight and early morning are the peak times for bar business.

Most of the seats in the bar were filled with all kinds of people.

And the vast majority are men, with almost no women visible.

The big men were either drinking and bragging with the people around them, or they were staring intently at the two dancers on the dance floor in the middle of the bar.

They were wearing scantily clad clothes, clinging to the steel pipe and stretching their enchanting figures.

Occasionally, he would look at a guest and give him a wink.

Ai Liang just glanced at it and then looked away.

Compared with the bars in Nevada City back then, the dancing skills of these two dancers were really not that good.

Just pull the steel pipe in a circle and rub it up and down twice at most.

They said they came here to work part-time, which was a bit of a compliment to them.

Even if it’s a part-time job, at least you should learn more, right?

But considering Ma Wei's sphere of influence, it's not incomprehensible.

Most of the people who come to drink every day are regular customers or people nearby.

These people didn’t really come to watch the dancing anyway.

Might as well invite two hot guys.

The thugs did not stop after leading Ai Liang into the bar.

Instead, he led Ai Liang all the way across the wine table and bar, and walked into the side door.

When he opened a door again, the two entered a mini bar.

After Ai Liang entered the door, the thug turned around and left, leaving him alone at the door.

Unlike the noisy environment outside, it is much quieter here.

The mini bar is very small, only about fifty square meters by visual inspection.

Except for the bar, there are not even a few tables.

There were only three or four guests.

The owner here seems to have built an old-fashioned record player to improve his style, playing soft and soothing classical music.

Let’s not talk about the wine, but the atmosphere is pretty good.

Ai Liang ignored the prying eyes coming from the other side of the wine table.

Wearing a mask, he went directly to the bar, pulled an ashtray and sat down.

"A glass of pure water."

Ai Liang said.

The bartender picked up the glass and pushed it over with half a glass of water.

He smiled and asked: "What else would you like to drink? If you are not sure, I can recommend it."

"I don't have time to waste time with you."

Ai Liang picked up the cup and poured the water into the ashtray: "I prefer to get to the point directly."

"Sorry, our boss is on his way over. Why don't you have something to drink first?"

The bartender repeated his previous words.

Wiping the cup with a smile that could never be wiped clean.

The act of wiping cups has no special meaning. It is just to find something to do for yourself when there are no guests, so that you will not be idle.

Another thing is to satisfy laymen’s stereotypes about bars and make yourself look “professional”.

You have to have a drink before you open your mouth, right?

Ai Liang narrowed his eyes: "Then let's have a cocktail, mix it according to my instructions."

"no problem."

The bartender readily agreed and quickly prepared the cocktail jug and wine measurer.

"Gin, black cherry, Chartreuse, twenty-five milliliters each in that order, plus half a lemon."

Ai Liang told him the cocktail recipe from his previous life.

Although the political system of this world is very different from that of the previous world, some things have been retained.

Wine is one of them.

It's just that many cocktail recipes that were born in a specific era have disappeared.

There were a lot more cocktails based on wine whose names he had never heard of.

There are even a bunch of cocktails made with rice wine.

When he first heard about these cocktails, Ai Liang had a feeling that could not be described in words.

To describe it, it's like the British saw the Saber version of King Arthur.

If you still don’t understand, just imagine replacing the stockings on the two-dimensional character with red embroidered cotton pants from a mountain village.

Not to mention how awkward it is.

Ai Liang worked in a bar in his previous life.

When I first entered the industry, I read several cocktail recipe books whenever I had free time.

I'm afraid that if a customer asks for a cocktail I haven't heard of, I won't be able to make it myself.

However, it turns out that he thought too much.

Many people go to bars to drink and order the usual items.

The experienced drinkers like to order tequila and martini, while the female customers mostly order margaritas or bloody marys.

Those who have evil intentions and want to get girls drunk will order Long Island iced tea.

I have a really tricky customer who wants to order some other cocktails.

There will also be senior bartenders taking action, but it won't be his turn at all.

By the time Ai Liang finished his part-time job at the bar, he had forgotten almost everything except the few drinks he drank.

But now with the blessing of this inhuman body.

Ai Liang clearly recalled all the cocktail recipes he had seen in his previous life.

Even if I just glanced at it and skipped it, I remembered it all again.

Just by selling cocktail recipes, you can live a life of food and clothing.

The bartender frowned when he heard the recipe.

He had not heard of this recipe.

And the two wines, Black Cherry and Chartreuse.

Both are bright-flavored liqueurs, and few have tried to combine the two.

Based on the principle that the customer is God.

The bar still held the wine measuring device and poured the wine into the mixing pot one by one according to the recipe given by Ai Liang.

Use a lemon squeezer to squeeze the juice from half a lemon into a cocktail shaker.

The bartender took a drop with a bar spoon, put it on the back of his hand, tasted it, and then showed an incredulous expression.

After adding ice and shaking, the bar picked up the ice filter and poured the light yellow cocktail into the glass.

"I've never heard of this formula, could you please reveal its name?"

the bartender asked.

"Mr. Ma, if you plan to continue acting, what you say next will be the name of this drink."

Ai Liang gently pushed the wine glass aside.

It was absolutely impossible for him to eat or drink something given by a stranger on someone else's territory.

"He deserves to be the number one bounty hunter in the Asian League. He has really good eyesight."

Bartender...or Ma Wei.

He clapped his palms gently: "I didn't expect that a famous person like you would actually know me, a little bartender. It's really flattering."

Ai Liang stared at Ma Wei with a straight face.

Not to mention in Neihua City, you, a guy who can only act as a sidekick in Qianhua City, what are you pretending to be here?

Do you think you are very stylish?

If not to maintain the persona of the messenger.

Ai Liang has already started physical communication.

What bothers him the most is guys who are pretentious and wasting their time.

"Give me Song Jie's contact information."

Ai Liang took out a check from the inner pocket of his leather jacket and pressed it on the bar.

Also taken out at the same time was a cylindrical container.

"Haha, let's not talk about whether I know someone of Boss Song's level. Even if I do, why should I tell you?"

Ma Wei glanced at the number on the check: "You come to my property and cause trouble without saying a word. It's a bit unjustifiable!"

In fact, Ma Wei first received a call from Zhang Yan.

I thought some enemy had come looking for trouble.

It wasn't until I heard that a gun was being used that I realized something was wrong.

Qianhua City has a total gun ban.

He doesn't have an enemy with such a big grudge that he needs to use a gun to solve the problem.

Even if there is, you shouldn't go to Xuanlong Bar, but come here to find yourself.

In addition, the other party asked to see him just to discuss things.

From this, Ma Wei deduced that Ai Liang was most likely not a native of Qianhua City, but a bounty hunter from out of town.

Don't understand the rules of Qianhua City.

This brutal and tough style makes him look like he came from Nevada City.

Ma Wei originally wanted to try his luck and asked Zhang Yan to bring the person over.

Until just now through the building's surveillance.

Only then did he realize that he had really won the jackpot.

"Things have already happened. It's useless to say anything. It's better to settle the business at hand first."

Ai Liang pushed the check forward again.

"Where's Zhang Yan? They didn't come with you?"

"I saw that he was too tired, so I helped him have a good sleep."

Ai Liang expressed Zhang Yan's current situation more tactfully.

When Ma Wei heard this, he immediately reacted.

Zhang Yan was probably knocked unconscious by Ai Liang.

"Before discussing business, destroy the other party's situation first. I have never heard of this way of negotiating business."

Ma Wei's eyes were gloomy and his expression was a bit unsightly: "You have to make it clear that this is not Nevada City, but my territory!"

Let Ma Wei exert pressure with his eyes.

Ai Liang's expression didn't change at all.

He unscrewed the cylindrical container and poured a bottle of colorless crystalline powder into the ashtray, which was mostly filled with water.

Ma Wei supported the bar with his hands and watched quietly without stopping.

He probably mistook these powders for something like ketamine.

Do it all.

Ai Liang did not give the answer Ma Wei wanted, but replied to his original question.

"Don't you want to know the name of this cocktail?"

Ai Liang picked up the cocktail and poured a little into the ashtray: "The name of this drink is Last Words."

"What are your last words? It's such an unlucky name."

Ma Wei coughed and knocked on the table.

Several drinkers nearby stood up immediately.

“But it suits your current situation quite well.

Mr. Messenger, maybe you don’t know yet? Not long ago, Boss Song offered a high reward for your traces, but I didn't expect to encounter you. "

Ma Wei looked at the messenger with the expression of a fat sheep: "You are being pointed at by two guns now, it is best not to act rashly."

Ai Liang did not move, and he did not even have the intention to draw out his gun to resist.

Ma Wei thought he had given up, so he walked out from behind the bar and planned to tie the man up with a rope himself.

"Have you ever heard of sodium sulfide?"

Ai Liang suddenly opened his mouth to popularize chemical knowledge: "Sodium sulfide is a substance that is very easy to deliquesce and will react with acid."

"And these reactions produce a gas called hydrogen sulfide."

Ai Liang turned the high stool and turned around slowly: "Low-concentration hydrogen sulfide has a strong pungent odor, but high-concentration hydrogen sulfide has no smell.

Because your sense of smell will be paralyzed in an instant and you will not be able to smell anything. "

Except for Ai Liang, Ma Wei and several of his men shrugged their noses unconsciously.

That's right, Ai Liang had no intention of negotiating with these people from the beginning.

He came here just to go through the motions and complete the chain of reasoning.

Before he even entered the door, Ai Liang had already obtained the information he wanted to know.

Including Ma Wei's plan to kidnap himself and Song Jie to take credit.

Since the other party has no intention of normal transactions, he is not prepared to talk properly either.

The messenger doesn't have the hermit's strength, so he can use foreign objects. Poison gas is a good choice.

Ai Liang picked up the wine glass and poured all the remaining wine into the ashtray.

This move stimulated the nerves of Ma Wei's men.

He rushed forward and pushed Ai Liang away, knocking the ashtray to the ground with a slap.

Ai Liang stood aside and did not make any attempt to stop him.

Just like when he poured sodium sulfide into the ashtray, Ma Wei had no reaction.

The group of people in the room had no idea what hydrogen sulfide was.

At most, it can be concluded from Ai Liang's words that hydrogen sulfide is poisonous.

I don't know how toxic it is.

It would be easier to rush into the bathroom with an ashtray in hand and empty it out.

Knock it over directly to the ground without affecting the continued deliquescence of sodium sulfide powder.

"Mr. Ma, I never joke. If you don't tell Song Jie's contact information, then this glass of wine will be your last words.

By the way, even if you run out now, the poison has already entered your body. Guess how long you can live? "

Ai Liang's words are a typical example of bullying someone who is uneducated.

Through misleading words, they think it is a poison with an antidote.

In fact, there is no antidote for this thing at all.

You can only get out of the highly toxic air as soon as possible and go to the hospital for first aid.

If it's too late, there will be no more people.

In order to be more convincing, Ai Liang continued to lie: "I have a lot of pills on me. If I die, can you tell which ones are antidotes and which ones are poisons?"

This time Ma Wei completely collapsed.

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