Abyssal Wanderer

Chapter 13 NO.000d: Dark Blue Zone

The security guards at the entrance of the bar in the dark blue area are a pair of strong men over two meters tall, with one black and one white skin color, muscular bodies, and a hideous gas mask on their mouth, like a vicious dog with a muzzle.

Jiang Zhou learned from Liao Qi's memory that the two security guards were twin siblings, but he had never figured out who was the elder sister and who was the younger brother.

When passing by them, Jiang Zhou consciously took out the Scorpio-type pulse pistol from his arms and put it in the storage room. The dark-skinned strong man pursed his mouth full of lip rings and whistled.

"Yes, little brother, where did you get such a good thing?"

Resisting the urge to answer "I got it from your mother last night", Jiang Zhou parted his mouth and grinned at the man, who rolled his eyes.

And another muscular man with white skin that seemed to have been soaked in formalin looked Liao Qi up and down for a while, then pointed to the reminder board on the side, and said in a buzzing voice:

"Those who are not well-dressed are not allowed to enter."

"This is a new style that is popular in Jazz City this spring."

Jiang Zhou lied without blushing.

"Including your dusty peaked cap?"

The black-skinned burly man pointed to the hat on his head to hide his brain, and asked contemptuously.

Jiang Zhou quickly protected his hat and argued:

"Fashion is a circle."

"Cut the fuck up, change your clothes and come back, punk boy."

Anticipating that this might happen, Jiang Zhou protected his hat and took two steps closer.After passing Liao Qi's mandala authentication, he initiated a transfer application to the siblings.

Thirty Ore per person - a digital cryptocurrency issued by Juno Finance, whose value is anchored on the Abyss Darknet interface to guarantee its credit.Ore is the main settlement medium for international trade in this era, and its purchasing power is slightly higher than that of the US dollar in the early 21st century.

"I've said it all, this is the latest model of Jazz City this year."

Jiang Zhou repeated again.

The pair of siblings looked at each other, suppressed the joy on their faces, and waved towards the door of the bar as if they were fucking magnanimous.

"Okay, let's go."

Jiang Zhou resisted the urge to give the siblings a middle finger, turned around and walked into the bar.

The dark blue cold light is slowly cast from the ceiling of the bar, gradually creating a sense of suffocation as if you are drowning.The projected deep-sea fish are ubiquitous in the space of the bar. When they shuttle around pedestrians, accompanied by the swing of the fish tail, those micro-drones that hide under the blue luminescence will aim at the bar. People spray bubbles with the smell of the sea.

Jiang Zhou guessed that this design is to make customers feel as if they are really on the bottom of the sea.But he felt that his mouth was full of salty taste along the way, and he didn't think it was a successful design.

At a glance, he found his target of surveillance—the street mercenary nicknamed Old Snake, and the middleman named Zhu Lin.The two of them were talking loudly in a corner of the bar. Jiang Zhou pressed the brim of his hat, while monitoring their conversation through the communication channel, while looking for a place with a good view.

Nice view from the bar.

Walking over to sit on the coral-shaped bar chair, the bartender in a well-suited suit immediately handed Jiang Zhou the wine list... Thank God, he still knows most of the cocktails on the list.

"Qinlei, half lime juice and half qin, don't put syrup, thank you."

Glancing casually at the wine list, Jiang Zhou said to the bartender.

The bartender bowed politely to himself, then carefully retracted the wine list with his silk-gloved hands, and turned to get the wine—the smooth movement and decent behavior made Jiang Zhou suspect that the other party was a bionic person.

Or at least a Japanese.

"What an old fashioned way to drink."

Focusing on listening to the conversation between the two not far away, a soft female voice suddenly echoed beside Jiang Zhou.He turned his head following the sound, and a blue-haired lady in a silver dress was looking at him, holding a glass of blue margarita in her hand.

How to describe the image of this lady?
The silver dress she was wearing had a very simple shape, and the material was strung together by pieces of silver sequins the size of fingernails.No matter how faint a ray of light hits, the clothes will reflect an incomparably dazzling light like a disco ball.If there is any flaw on the face of the wearer of this dress, it will be magnified dozens to hundreds of times under the brilliant light.

As for the shape of this dress, it is so simple that it can only be described as "simple".Without any modification, without any decoration, its design concept is back to the basics, which is to perfectly show the wearer's figure.In other words, there is no possibility of covering up or avoiding any flaws on the wearer's figure, they can only be displayed grandiosely.

And the blue-haired lady pulled off that gown perfectly.

If someone told Jiang Zhou that three murders of a love nature had happened behind this woman, he would believe it without hesitation.

"Learn it from a book."

Jiang Zhou tried to make his voice appear calmer, but it didn't seem to be very successful.

The woman turned the cup so that the side of the cup stained with salt faced her pink lips, raised her head slightly and drank a big mouthful of blue wine, then looked Liao Qi up and down and said:
"Looking at your attire, it doesn't look like you have such an old-fashioned interest in reading classical novels, and it doesn't match the cultural atmosphere of this bar very well."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou subconsciously looked down at his attire.

Indeed, Liao Qi is wearing a punk-style outfit at this time, with wild colors and a flamboyant shape. Because his left leg was pierced by a high-energy pulse, he tied a force feedback bracket after spraying the hemostatic gel, and he can barely walk normally. .

Coupled with the blood splattered on the clothes from the previous battle; some belonged to him, and some belonged to the old snake; The atmosphere of cultured people is not very suitable.

In normal times, Jiang Zhou would have to have a good fight with this troublesome woman, what the hell is the so-called bar atmosphere.But now, he needs to concentrate on listening to the conversation between the two guys, and then find an opportunity to take down the middleman, so as to find out the possible traitors in the Icarus Liberation Front, so that he can safely Use that "universal printer" from Icarus.

So no matter how beautiful the other party is, he really can't think of chatting with him.

"People don't look good."

Therefore, Jiang Zhou answered indifferently.

As he spoke, he served a martini glass garnished with lime slices from the bartender.

Not getting the reaction she expected, the blue-haired woman frowned slightly.

Did you find the wrong person?But the identification signal on his body is correct...

The woman thought to herself, and then asked tentatively:

"Waiting for someone?"

"That's it."

"Friend? Or girlfriend?"

"The enemy."

"In that case, I won't bother you much."

"I thank you."

"What a pity."

"well enough."

Trying to analyze whether the two people he was monitoring were playing hide and seek in the conversation, Jiang Zhou seemed to answer absent-mindedly.

At this point in the conversation, the woman's expression changed from doubt to astonishment.

Thinking that I have never been treated with such an attitude before, the nature of this matter has changed.

Regardless of whether she found the wrong person, she put the unfinished margarita cup on the bar, then picked up the black handbag and walked to Liao Qi's side.

"Sir, one last question for you, what do you think of this bar?"

Is it over yet...

Jiang Zhou, who was concentrating on listening to the conversation between the two opposite people, thought impatiently.

Without thinking about why the other party asked this question, Jiang Zhou commented bluntly:
"It sucks, it sucks in all aspects, the atmosphere sucks, the decor sucks, the theme sucks. Especially the idea of ​​blowing salty bubbles in the face of the guests when the projected fish swims by, sucks."

After finishing speaking, he drank one-third of the cup of Qin Lei in one gulp, and was instantly frowned by the taste of inferior juniper berries.

"And the wine is bad."

He added.

Having said that, Jiang Zhou, who felt that the air pressure around him was gradually getting out of place, raised his head and found that the blue-haired woman was staring at him with very "kind" eyes.After a while, the other party forced a smile and said:

"Then thank you for your sincere suggestion."

Hearing this, Jiang Zhou was also stunned:
"Then you are..."

"My name is Deep Blue, I'm not the owner of this bar."

The other party replied with a stiff smile.

Jiang Zhou closed his mouth.

The bar owner named Deep Blue took three deep breaths in a row, but couldn't calm himself down.In the end, she seemed to be unable to bear it anymore and said:

"In addition, although I appreciate your opinion, I remember that there is a rule in this bar that people with disheveled clothes are not allowed to enter."

"This is what's going on in Jazz City this spring..."

Jiang Zhou hadn't finished his previous words, and the other party walked forward in three steps at a time.

Without giving him time to react, the woman pulled the peaked cap off Liao Qi's head.

Deep Blue's speed was so fast that even Jiang Zhou, who had undergone close-range combat specialization in tactical memory training, couldn't see the opponent's movements clearly.

"In my bar, no one is allowed to wear such an ugly..."

The second half of Shen Lan's sentence was stopped in his throat by the light shining on his face after passing through Liao Qi's head.

"You are..."

She opened and closed her mouth, pondering for a long time not knowing how she should ask to make it reasonable.

"Uh... some accidents happened before..."

Jiang Zhou also opened his mouth, pondering for a long time and didn't know how to answer in order to be reasonable.

"Then... return the hat to you."

"Um...thank you."

"It's not easy."

"so far so good."

A strange embarrassment brewed around the two of them.

Fortunately, this awkward atmosphere was quickly broken. The private communication channels of the two received a message almost at the same time.

"Mr. Liao, the matter has been settled, and Zhu Lin left with the memory device installed."

"Ms. Deep Blue, Booker, the head of the Icarus Liberation Front, has arrived. He asked himself when he can see you."

(End of this chapter)