Chapter 132: Chat up and seduce

Taking the elevator to enter the garage, An Feng slowly walked to the black Lincoln car. He entered the car and connected the power, adjusted the radio to a specific channel, picked up his phone to enter a piece of music, the ground where Lincoln car was located moved slightly, and then slowly sank - he entered the basement under the garage.

This basement is an arsenal. One wall is equipped with a huge mirror and the other three walls are full of weapon frames. An Feng first stayed in front of the mirror for a while. When he pressed a place on the mirror, the originally complete mirror suddenly exposed the door. The door slid silently, and a large cosmetic cabinet appeared, filled with various cosmetics.

The completeness of the mirror is an illusion. The mirror is the most likely prop to confuse the eyes. The original mirror seam is made up with a special optical fiber and laser holographic reflection is used in the fiber seam. The front mirror will look seamless. When the power supply for the holographic reflection is stopped, the door gap will be exposed, and then the door lock system will be closed. At this time, just push it gently, and the cabinet will slide out as a whole...

Pick up a small beard from the makeup cabinet, put it on it in front of the mirror, and then use a makeup pen to make a little darker look on the cheekbones. The shape of the facial features immediately becomes blurred and you will forget it when you pass by. Then put on the fake pupils, the color of the eyeballs also changes. Looking at the body, you will wear Alexander Wang (Chinese name Wang Daren) brand clothing, which is extremely inconspicuous, and also looks free and casual.

Turning around and selecting a small pistol commonly known as "Palm Thunder" from the gun cabinet. The pistol is very small and can be completely hidden in the palm of the palm. The gun only contains three bullets, and after firing these three bullets, the gun is almost scrapped. However, only the striker part of this pistol is metal, and the rest is made of special plastic, which can be hidden from the metal detector...

Hiding the small pistol at the ankle, An Feng checked his outfit again and sat back into Lincoln's car. As the remote control device in the car started, the car slowly rose back to the ground. When the ground was level, An Feng started the car, and the garage door rose, and the car drove out of the garage without panic.

Today is Sunday, and the three newly hired bodyguards have been on holiday, and the entire villa looks empty. The car drove across the small bridge and flowing water in the empty garden. The villa gate opened with a sound, and then the black car disappeared into the darkness.

Wall Street is still flowing. An Feng parked his car at the door of a nightclub, brought a tracker disguised as a mobile phone, and followed the crowd to the nightclub gate. There were a bunch of people at the door. The security guards were holding temperature monitors and were checking the temperature of customers entering the door. Among the customers waiting around, someone whispered: "...The war is over, when are you going to Iraq? I heard that there are many opportunities there..."

Oh, An Feng savored it.

For more than a year, he hid in the research institute for surgery. After the operation was completed, for about a month later, he only paid attention to changes in the experimental subjects and did not pay attention to changes in the outside world. At this time, it was the "SAS" that ravaged the world, and the number of travelers around the world decreased sharply. When entering large entertainment venues, you need to check your body temperature...

It was during this period that the United Nations began to attack Iraq in an all-round way. After the multinational forces bombed Baghdad continuously, Saddam did not support him for a few days, and the leader with a "100%" approval rating fell. Of course, in the TV report not long ago, someone was still praising: This guy is playing a big game of chess...ahoh

Today, in the evening, the news of the war ended immediately flooded the Boston gun battle and the fierce battle in Oxtail. Today, the main topic of customers is: The guy who played a big game of chess was pulled out of the cellar with a unkempt face and a beard. So, the people on earth were surprised, wondering if his "big chess" had been finished?

In front of the team, near the gate of the nightclub, a fashionable woman looked at her watch frequently and checked her phone repeatedly. The man waiting at the door was ready to move when he saw this scene, but the woman had a strong aura and looked proud and indifferent goddess. Her clothes were exquisite but not dazzling, but she looked like a very awesome brand. The men were a little unconfidence and dared to pose next to her in order to attract the attention of the other party.

An Feng twisted his body slightly and changed his direction of travel. He walked leisurely and naturally walked to the woman, asking naturally: "He hasn't come yet, maybe something has been delayed."

The key to picking up a chat is: use statements.

The woman couldn't help but answer: "Yes, I haven't called yet, I'm really unpunctual...

"It's the same when you wait inside," An Feng added immediately.

"But..." The woman hesitated for a moment, and An Feng immediately smiled and said in understanding: "My ticket is also in the hands of others, why not... let's go in and wait together?"

The woman looked at An Feng up and down, feeling it was not dazzling or inconsistent. She smiled meaningfully: "Okay, let's go in and wait."

The woman rushed to the security guard at the door to show the tickets, naturally took An Feng's arm, and walked into the nightclub easily. In the corridor of the hall, the woman burst into laughter and asked narrowly: "You don't have a ticket, do you?"

"You guessed it right," An Feng answered without blushing.

"Don't your girlfriend wait for you?" The woman chased after her, and the playful expression on her face became deeper.

"I'm waiting for you," An Feng didn't bother him at all.

The woman giggled and said evasively, "How could it be?"

An Feng explained in a natural tone: "Oh, I drove by here and suddenly saw you waiting for someone, so I thought: Kane, you are alone when you go home tonight. There happened to be a beautiful lady here, she is waiting alone. Why not have an appointment with her for a drink, and two separate people gather together, and the earth becomes better

The woman smiled happily. After laughing, she reached out to An Feng: "Vanny Davis, reporter of the New York Times fashion column."

"Kain Andrew, Preparatory Doctor..." An Feng smiled and added: "...I will get my diploma next week."

Fannie said oh and quickly followed: "You can only get a medical license after two years of internship?"

"Yes," An Feng made a bitter look: "I have almost no income in the past two years."

Fanny smiled even more happily: "Kain, you treat me as a child - the intern's income is higher than that of me."

There are not many people in the nightclub after midnight, but the peak time has passed, so the venue is not crowded

Fanni walked towards the bar with An Feng in her arms, and said as she walked, "I just finished writing a manuscript and was about to come out to have a few drinks. I made an appointment with a few friends. It seems that they don't want to come out anymore. No wonder it's a bit late. Tomorrow is Monday, not a weekend... Why are you getting drunk at midnight?"

An Feng shrugged and searched for the target... His eyes froze, and the signal was coming from the dancing dancer on the steel pole stage. The thoughts turned a few times, and An Feng sighed secretly - it's not ferocious to women.

"As for me, after the continuous exams, I suddenly felt relaxed and didn't know how to kill time." An Feng answered Fanni's question casually.

"You don't have any alcohol or perfume... You said you were driving here just now?" The two of you had already sat on the bar. Fanny looked reserved. An Feng quickly interrupted. He shouted at the bartender, "A glass of Martini."

"No more," the bartender didn't raise his head and replied: "It's so late, no martini, no whiskey, only champagne and red wine."

Fanny knocked on the table and shouted, "Torti, have a Martini, twice, two."

Totti lifted his eyelids and took out a bottle of wine from under the counter, pushed the bottle to Fannie, explaining: "This is my personal goods."

An Feng only took the blink of an eye to understand the bartender's tricks - midnight show, customers order strong liquors such as Martini, but the bartender makes little profit, and order champagne and red wine, and the bartender gets more tips.

Fanni looked innocent and looked up at An Feng while taking the bottle, she said to her face: "I am a fashion reporter. I am familiar with the small entertainment venues on Wall Street. If you need tickets in the future, find me."

"I can only say: You need to go to the neurology in two years, come to me." Foreigners did not say that they were taboo to see a doctor, so An Feng responded in the same joking tone.

"Two years are very long," Fannie looked unpredictable in the future.

The ice cubes were placed in the wine glass and jingled. Fanni filled two glasses of wine by herself. The two raised their glasses and clashed. An Feng observed the performance on the stage through the reflection of the wine glass. At this time, the performance was over, and the beads of sweat hung on the dancer, which shone crystal clear under the fluorescent lights.

Taking a sip of Martini gently, An Feng put down the cup and put it in Fannie's ear, consciously ambiguous, and said, "With love, two years of embracing each other is not long."

An Feng's breath blew against Fanni's earlobe, and her face gradually turned red. She grabbed the wine glass and took a sip. An Feng whispered softly in her ear: "What article did you just write? Will it be published in the newspaper tomorrow? Can I read the masterpiece in advance?"

Communication starts with getting to know each other.

When the dancer on the stage gently left the stage, Fanni, coaxed by An Feng, told her life, her articles, her work, and... her friends who were late and not here.

Ten minutes passed, and three dancers had changed on the stage. An Feng added his wine glass once. He stood up apologetically: "Fanni, I'll go to the bathroom."

Walking lightly to the bathroom, An Feng looked around and saw that no one was paying attention, he flashed toward the corridor next to him. The corridor was very secluded, and the staff were coming and going, with indifferent expressions. An Feng followed the signal and went to the actor's locker room, posing with an admiration look, leaning his back against the corridor wall, and looking into the locker room in a daze.

The mental power was gathered, and the moment of his mind was shaking, the scene in the locker room came into view. The target he was following had washed his hair and changed into the clothes of his younger sister next door, and was about to leave. Those who were shuttled around her were all beautiful women who were preparing to change stage clothes and had already changed stage clothes. Well, their breasts were all in good shape.

An Feng threw a piece of chewing gum in his mouth and chewed it quickly. After the girl next door picked up her bag and said goodbye to the people around him, An Feng adjusted his posture and smiled at the door. The door suddenly opened. When the girl next door saw An Feng, she seemed to not realize that she was looking for her. She walked towards the back door indifferently, and An Feng followed him without saying a word.

When passing through the back door, An Feng quickly took out the chewing gum from his mouth, and his hand flashed, and the chewing gum stuck to the door lock. He followed the woman out of the back door, and the woman flashed and asked, "What are you following me? I'm very tired today."

"Ten thousand US dollars", An Feng said calmly.

The little girl next door suddenly widened her eyes. She was stunned for a while, shook her head gently, pointed to the direction of the stage, and said, "For this price, you can find the most popular dancer in it. I am just a little person."

"At 8 o'clock this morning, you answered a call in a villa somewhere..." An Feng saw the other party's pupils grow bigger with satisfaction. He continued slowly: "Ten thousand US dollars, buy you a message, do you know what I want?"

The woman began to tremble, as if he was hesitating. An Feng continued to put pressure: "I am a good person and generally don't like to force women. But since I can find you, others can do it too. You don't want to say this news, I won't force it, but in the future... you may be running away."

"I don't know anything, really, I don't know anything at all." The woman was a little hysterical.

"Have you considered it? Is this the final answer? You should know that I will pay up to 50,000 US dollars, but if someone comes to you, I'm afraid you won't see the sun tomorrow."

The woman was still trembling, her feet trembling constantly. It seemed that she wanted to escape but couldn't move her legs. An Feng walked forward, gently patted the other person's face, stuffed a piece of paper to the woman, and murmured softly in the other person's ear: "Wait until you think about it, call me. You must know that you don't have much time."

After saying that, An Feng flashed into the door. When the door was closed, he took off the gum and the door lock was locked with a clatter.

With his usual smile and walking with his usual steps, An Feng found the way back. When he rushed back to the bar, Fanni was straight, his thoughts drifted to a distance, and his eyes were very focal. But the more this happened, the more arrogant she looked. When An Feng entered the door, a pickup happened to leave with a glass of wine in frustration, and Fanni pretended that the other party did not exist and didn't glance at the corner of her eyes.

An Feng raised his wrist and looked at the tracker in his hand. The signal speed increased, as if he was running wildly... He put away his phone indifferently, changed into a gentle and considerate smile, and walked towards the bar lightly

Seeing An Feng return, Fanni smiled and the iceberg melted immediately.

"Why did you go so long?" Fanni asked lightly.

"The first time I'm on this kind of occasion," An Feng's face, shyness as if it were a student, flashed quickly: "The humorous paintings in the bathroom are very interesting, I can't help but read them one by one, haha, there is a humor written like this.

Fanni showed a fascination: "Oh, for many years, I have always been curious about what the men's toilet is like. It is a forbidden area for women, but the more I don't understand it, the more itchy I feel... It turns out that it is almost the same as the women's toilet."

"This is the straightforwardness of the reporter. Actually, I'm also very curious about the appearance of the women's restroom. There are jokes in the women's restroom?"

"There are no jokes in the women's bathroom, but there are dressing mirrors, and there are a lot of humorous words on the toilet door..."

At this time, An Feng approached the other person's ear and asked in a low voice: "Your home or my home?"

Fanni was stunned for a moment, and after a while, she realized what the other party was asking. She smiled and shook her head, refusing to say, "It's too fast, we just met."

An Feng smiled and took out his wallet to check out. This kind of friends who accidentally gathered together and drank together was a practice of AA. After paying his own wine, An Feng paid the tip and asked gently: "It's very late, will I send you home?"

Fanni was a little stunned, and she responded with a glare: "No, I want another drink."

"Then..." An Feng waved his hand: "Goodbye if you are destined to be together"

It took a long time after An Feng left that Fanni came to her senses. She took a sip of the wine and said in anger, depressed and melancholy: "He hasn't left me a phone call yet."

The chat was so hot and so happy. Who knew that this guy would go out and turn around and leave when he comes back. What's the matter?

Bartender Toti came over with a glass of wine, added a glass of wine to Fannie, and interrupted, "He is not your dish."

The glass of wine just now was a little hard, Fanni's head was a little dizzy, she asked with blurred eyes: "What does it mean

Totti grinned: "Are you still a fashionable female journalist? Didn't you see his wallet?"

"Are I staring at people's wallets?" Fanni retorted angrily. After pausing for a moment, she asked curiously: "What did you see from his wallet?"

Totti continued to wipe the wine glass and replied: "When the man paid the bill, his wallet was opened. I glanced at it and saw a few platinum cards with a very high credit limit. I even suspected that one was a signature card."

"Impossible," Vanni shouted, "There are only a few signature cards in New York, he is so young."

"Youth cannot be contagious, but money can be passed on," added the bartender Totti: "So I said he is not your dish. I stood at the bar and looked at people every day. I have seen no one hundred thousand or eighty thousand. This person... this person is very special."

Totti's voice fell down: "...This is the first time I can't see anyone. I feel that his every move is very standard and standard, but it is not that aristocratic. It seems very casual, but it always has a bit of a long-trained taste... Well, yes, standard. This person's movements are very standard, and that's the problem. Do you understand?"

"I don't understand what you said," Fanni was very confused.

"I have seen many actors, many bankers, and many doctors. The aura of this person is very mixed, with the performance of an actor, and the picky and particularity of a banker... Of course, he is the most likely doctor, who pursues standards and is straightforward in life - he is not the same type of person as you."

"That's it." Fanni took another big sip of wine and muttered in a low voice: "I can't understand his sudden turn."

At this time, An Feng was already sitting in Lincoln's car and tracking the signal to the Bronx. The target was in a dilapidated building in the slums. The large position did not move, but it kept moving within a small area - probably packing its luggage.
To be continued...