MTL - Overturned Tower-Chapter 29 Hive Nightclub

It's only in the morning now... Although it's Saturday morning, the nightclub is already full of people.

Russell saw countless men and women wearing masks sitting on different sofas drinking wine.

There is a blue-red light above their heads that can flash people into photosensitive epilepsy. In the middle is a catwoman with a high blue ponytail. The soul relative is obviously a blue cat. The right side of her body is full of Wen Qing, and the other side has a metal iron hand that is obviously bigger than the right hand.

—That is the Rocketeer-MK3 type, which is characterized by the ability to launch hook claws and has a load of up to two hundred kilograms. Other than that, there are no advantages, and even the grip is not convenient and reliable, and it is impossible to control the fingers too finely.

Russell's professionalism made him subconsciously start to analyze the model of the prosthetic body he saw.

That was an old model ten years ago. It is not the style of Sogo Island, but the rough and durable style of Shenzhi Heavy Industry.

If the prosthetic body produced in Chongguang Island, it must be replaced in less than ten years, maybe three years. It's not that it can't be so durable... The main thing is that the prosthetic body, if it breaks too slowly, no one will buy a new one, it must be the old habit of using it.

The prosthetic body is broken and insensitive, and it is also an excuse for people to buy the latest prosthetic body to show off to classmates and colleagues. But if you don't have money, you have to go to the repair shop to replace the parts by yourself. Repairs can still be used for a few more years.

Therefore, how to reduce the durability of the self-designed prosthesis without any trace, and try to prevent users from cracking the service life through micro-modification and flashing is also a very complicated knowledge.

Shenzhi Heavy Industry is not the main business prosthetic body, so they don't need to consider the issue of replacement. These things are leftovers from their engineering robots.

In line with the concept of "I think that what is installed on the robot should also be installed on humans", it highlights a design with a large amount of tubes, full of stupid, thick, and sufficient materials, but anti-rejection and convenience. It will be much worse.

And this "silly **** thick prosthetic body user" Catwoman is not much bigger than Russell, but thinner. Her **** are obviously bare, and even her ribs can be seen from her exposed lower chest and waist.

The band behind her is even more peculiar in shape-the drummer has a broken horn and a brand mark on his shoulder; the bass player is a skinny and scaly man, his mouth is sewn up with black thread, and the guitarist is handsome. A fox of unknown gender, with brilliant long golden hair and a long fluffy tail.

When Russell entered the door, Catwoman was roaring angrily and making a long, loud sound.

The lights above the head flickered fiercely because of this, and the entire ground of the nightclub seemed to be shaking. Russell clearly felt his heart beating.

It wasn't until Russell saw the band on the stage that Catwoman ended her singing.

Her non-prosthetic right hand raised her microphone stand high, and the masked people below screamed enthusiastically.

It wasn't the microphone, it was the whole stand—and it was only when she was pushing that Russell realized that her rather slender right arm was full of muscle from shoulder to forearm. Has a very strong sense of power.

People tried their best to raise their wine glasses and spilled the wine on the catwoman on the stage. She didn't hide or dodge, she was instantly drenched and exuded a strong alcohol smell.

With a proud smile on her face, she slowly pointed the microphone stand at people as if holding a sword.

The people pointed at it screamed and cheered.

And at this moment, Russell realized something.

...this is not a nightclub, it's a speakeasy!

And, except for myself.

Judging by the loudness and timbre of the screams, Russell, it seemed, almost, most of the customers present were women of different ages.

—Is my initial worry a bit superfluous?

His expression suddenly became very subtle.

When you think about it, it is true.

The population of bees belongs to the matrilineal society, and he should have thought of it when he first heard the name "hive"...

"Yo."

At this moment, the two girls at the door rushed over.

The bear-eared girl patted Russell on the shoulder carelessly: "Why are you running so fast, I'm not a carnivore like wolves and leopards."

Russell was taken aback for a moment, and then quickly realized the meaning hidden in her words:

Is this implying that Russell is deliberately running away with his back to her, trying to arouse the desire of the other party to hunt him down?

"Um?"

The bear-eared girl looks very smart.

Seeing Russell's hesitant appearance, she guessed something: "You didn't go to the wrong door, did you. Or... are you a newcomer? Is this your first time in this kind of place?"

"...There are no charging items here."

Russell argued: "No one explained to me, what's the use of this mask."

Hearing Russell's voice, the bear-eared girl let out a little gasp.

Although she couldn't see her eyes, Russell clearly felt that her interest had become stronger.

"You're wearing a smiling mask, so of course you don't need to be charged...you should be given money."

She grabbed Russell's shoulders a little harder, and the voice of the mask became low and hoarse: "Don't you understand? My sister will teach you...

"You see the service staff around you? Ask them for a hand card, and then find an empty room to open the door."

Hello, wait a minute.

What kind of nightclub is this...

Russell realized something was wrong.

Trying to break free from his grip, he asked in a low voice, "What the **** does this mask mean... Are there no service personnel here?"

"'The happy live for the unlucky', an old meme more than ten years ago. In this kind of place, only those who wear crying masks are the customers who pay, and those who wear smiling masks...except for permanent employees Staff, the rest is for those who are in a good mood and come here to earn some extra money."

The girl who looks like only a high school student looks very sophisticated.

She looked at Russell, and said in a low voice, "Don't even think about going back and changing the mask. Only female guests in the 'Honeycomb' are allowed to wear crying masks... You have to pay a membership fee to enter. Otherwise, Mr. Bounce at the door will throw you out."

...that is, in fact, he can only wear a laughing mask? Otherwise, you won't even be able to get in?

No wonder the bad guy didn't tell him these things...

Russell thought, with a subtle expression—that's why the bad guy didn't want to come in, but parked the car at the door?

"How about it, do you want to come and drink with us? I'll give you 800 yuan an hour. Let's open a private room, drink and sing quietly...It's much quieter than here in the hall."

"Hey... Is this not too good?"

The lizard girl hiding behind the bear-eared girl gently grabbed the corner of the bear-eared girl's clothes.

She whispered: "He just went the wrong way, he doesn't even know what the mask means. No way, let's find someone else..."

"Probably the little brother who has just grown up. The family has never let him out before."

The hand holding Russell's shoulder still didn't let go, and the bear-eared girl shrugged nonchalantly: "It's the rarest time to look young now. When you get used to it, it will be a different experience... Alone , two experiences. Isn't that good?"

"I actually have an appointment!"

Seeing that the situation was getting worse, Russell quickly explained: "A friend asked me to meet here, so—"

"What about your friend?"

"I don't know, maybe in the private room..."

When Russell entered the door before, his eyes swept around.

Xiao Liuli's hair color is quite recognizable, but he didn't see it in the hall at all. So it must have entered a private room somewhere.

She was always surrounded by bodyguards in black. So Russell's initial worries may not be valid, because she is mostly here to spend...

"Tsk."

The bear-eared girl smacked her lips regretfully, and let go of the hand that clamped Russell's shoulder.

Although I can't see the face. But just looking at that attitude, you can clearly feel the reluctance.

"Are you still coming?"

She was a little unwilling, and asked: "Come with me next time, and I will give you one thousand per hour."

"Next time, definitely, next time..."

Russell whispered, and quickly got away and walked to the corner next to him.

— Not necessarily next time!

He added fiercely and forcefully in his heart.

Will never come here again, it's horrible...

Russell walked into the corner in a little confusion.

This is more like the bar of a bar than the reception of a nightclub. In each of the four corners is a bar with a smiling masked bartender shaking shakers.

The four bartenders range from mature uncles to well-behaved boys, to curly-haired hipsters to cute girls. It can be said that the variety is quite complete.

The closest to Russell, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com is that mature uncle.

He looked at Russell and made a deep and honest voice: "Is there anything you want to drink, boy? Or... want a bracelet?"

"I want to ask someone, can I?"

Russell asked softly.

He was a little wary in his heart, because he didn't know if these words would break any rules.

But the uncle bartender obviously has seen a lot.

"There are always young people who are out of their minds and come in with girls wearing crying masks. But we can't leak information about the guests."

Under the mask of the smiling face, there was a calm and reassuring voice.

It was like a hot coffee cocktail.

"But if you know her name and room number, it's not impossible to let you in."

The bartender said in a gentle tone: "Would you like a drink? Jindu has come in, at least have a drink. At least this trip is worthwhile."

How could I possibly know that kind of stuff...

Russell had a bitter face, feeling that the investigation had reached a stalemate as soon as it started.

But at this moment, he saw the corner of the huge touch screen used to order wine, where only Russell could see, and a trace of handwriting suddenly appeared:

[Little Liuli’s pseudonym for registration here is ‘Blue Song Robin’, and her room is K128]

Russell's pupils narrowed slightly, revealing vertical pupils.

He looked up for the camera without changing his face—as expected, there was a camera flashing red light just above their heads.

Less than a second after meeting Russell's gaze, the camera moved up and down a little. Like nodding.

-I see!

This is what Delphinium means by support!

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