Life Copy Game

"That's right," Bourne nodded confidently and pointed to his eyes, "my eyes can tell the difference between B and C even from a hundred meters away and through thick cotton clothes. Can I recognize it?" Out of you?"

Having said this, he suddenly paused and looked behind He Ao, "Our dear Miss Poisonous Tongue seems to be at a disadvantage."

As he spoke, he bent down and took out the kitchen knife and shovel next to him.

He Ao followed his gaze and saw that the tattooed guest at table 8 where Naomi was serving food was slowly reaching out to Naomi's plump buttocks.

Naomi took two steps back and rolled her eyes, "Excuse me, do you have a mother? If you have a mother, why don't you go back and show your pig hooves to your mother? See if your mother wants to think about you, a little Bastard stuff it back? Oh,"

Naomi pretended to be surprised and sighed, "Or do you have no mother? Oh, God, this is such a shame, but this is not the reason for you to get sick in the restaurant. If you can't find the correct way to use your hands, I suggest you donate to those in need.”

When it comes to talking heads, no one around here is a match for Naomi.

If it were the past, this little hooligan should have withdrawn his hand.

But this time, the young man with tattoos on his arms suddenly took out a pistol from his arms, stood up, and pointed the gun at Naomi, "Bichi, what did you say?"

Naomi was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, a broad palm stretched out and suddenly grabbed the young man's wrist. With a quick twist, the young man's wrist was directly dislocated. Then the hand quickly pulled back and held the pistol and turned it, pulling the young man's wrist away. The pistol was snatched into his hand.

"If you don't want to eat, you can get out."

He Ao calmly pressed the muzzle of the gun between the young man's eyebrows, and put his index finger on the trigger.

This young man had obviously taken too many drugs and was a little confused.

It's okay, guns can cure all diseases.

The young man's body was stimulated when the gun was pressed against his forehead. He shuddered and woke up a little, "Boss, I, please listen to my explanation..."

"roll."

He Ao didn't have time to listen to his nonsense.

"Okay, I'll get out right away..."

The young man was frightened and ran towards the door staggeringly.

"Wait a minute," He Ao suddenly stopped him and pointed his gun at the cashier, "pay the check."

"well···"

The young man tremblingly took out his bracelet and paid the bill at the self-service cash register.

He Ao walked to the cashier and watched him pay the bill. Then he cut the gun into parts and threw it into the lost and found box in the store. "This thing is in the lost and found box."

The young man didn't dare to answer the conversation at all and ran out of the store in a hurry.

"Mad, this smell is too strong," at this moment, an exclamation came from behind He Ao. He turned his head and saw Naomi who was taking out a mop and bucket from the kitchen to mop the floor.

Where the young man stood just now, there was a pool of turbid yellow liquid on the ground.

Naomi looked at He Ao and rolled her eyes while mopping the floor, "Roy, can't you be more careful? This thing is disgusting to clean."

He Ao smiled and said nothing.

Naomi finished mopping the floor in twos and twos, stood up with a bucket and mop, knocked on her waist, and looked at He Ao, "Okay, I admit that you were a little handsome just now."

She picked up the mop and was about to return to the kitchen, but she found that Bourne had walked out at some point and was leaning on the counter, holding a kitchen knife and posing in what she thought was a sexy pose, "Hi~"

Naomi rolled her eyes and kicked him, "Get out."

He Ao stretched and was about to leave the restaurant and go to the White Rabbit Dance Hall that Bourne mentioned.

At this time, a petite girl wearing loose clothes and a loose men's round hat passed by him.

She quickly paid the bill with her bracelet and left the restaurant quickly.

Vaguely, He Ao could see her silver hair hidden under the hat.

He Ao felt that this figure seemed familiar, but the other party had obviously concealed it, and He Ao was temporarily unable to match her with a certain character in his memory.

He Ao noted this figure, walked out of the restaurant, took a taxi, and went directly to the Alisel neighborhood.

The taxi passed through the chaotic streets, and occasionally some fierce gunshots could be heard.

This is the Aston District, a place where chaos and order coexist.

However, taxis are a relatively safe means of transportation here, because taxi companies are basically backed by a big gang, and ordinary gang members do not dare to provoke them.

"There seems to be a lot of chaos lately."

He Ao looked out the window at the two gangs fighting fiercely.

"Are you from another district?" The taxi driver glanced at He Ao through the rearview mirror, "The boss of the Crocodile Gang, the largest gang in Aston District, died. The Crocodile Gang was divided into several forces competing for each other's chassis. Those from other districts The big gangs also want to get involved. It has been causing chaos for more than half a month, and it is expected that there will be more chaos, as Aston District is like this."

"Oh," He Ao nodded, watching the scene outside the window fly away, "I don't know about that."

After walking some distance, the taxi stopped at a red light.

This time, the windows turned into busy vehicles carrying building materials and construction teams working outside the building.

The taxi driver was also looking out the window and lighting a cigarette.

"Are you repairing something?"

Seeing that he was eager to talk, He Ao asked casually.

"School," the red light turned to green at this time, and the driver started the vehicle, "some big shots from Wangguan District came here not long ago and said they were going to build a school here specifically for street children. What would happen to these children in the future? Changing the future of Aston Borough.

Bullshit, these gentlemen have only ever done superficial projects. When I first heard them talk about changing the Aston area, I was still breastfeeding in my mother’s arms. Now my grandson is breastfeeding. "

He pointed out the window, "Listen to the crackling gunshots. Have they changed? What have they changed?"

He held a cigarette in his mouth and spat, "Young men live in a city-viewing villa on the hundreds of floors. How can you hear the gunshots here?"

He Ao didn't speak, but looked quietly out of the car window.

A simple homeless shack, with gang members shooting each other on the street, hiding in the shack and staring ignorantly at the dirty children outside.

He Ao thought of the children at Rockville Private Middle School who sat under the podium and listened to the mayor's speech, full of confidence and hope.

Same city, different fate.

"arrive."

As the driver stepped on the brakes, the taxi gradually came to a stop.

He Ao got out of the taxi and looked at the magnificent building in front of him.

The White Rabbit Ballroom is on the 78th floor of this building.

He Ao walked into the building, entered the elevator and pressed the button for the seventy-eighth floor.

When the elevator door opened again, a huge neon light was reflected in He Ao's pupils.

White Rabbit Ballroom.

An unpretentious name.

The 78th to 80th floors of this building have been opened up to serve as a ballroom area.

The White Rabbit Ballroom was not the only one in this area, but there were also other small dance halls that Bourne frequented.

But the White Rabbit Ballroom is the largest in the area and the one with the loudest sign.