A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 ham, fried eggs, lettuce, and two slices of bread, a sandwich that can fill your stomach, and it can be made in a few minutes.

　　 At this moment, Lu Li and Paul were sitting face to face, swallowing lunch, while the television above his head was broadcasting the noon news.

　　 The media people no longer discuss things about JFK. They only talk about economy, tourism, and employment, as if they have forgotten it.

　　 In fact, the existence of a news hotspot is very short, but it will not disappear so quickly.

　　 "Obviously, the incident at the airport was deliberately suppressed."

　　Paul frowned. He knew that New York City was not peaceful and peaceful on the surface. There was an undercurrent that was surging. These people were so powerful that even CDC officials would serve them.

　　 Two sandwiches were eaten, and Lu Li felt that he had recovered to his peak state again.

　　 "You go to the car rental company this afternoon, find a way to get a Dodge pickup, and rent it for at least ten days."

　　 Lu Li poured out half a cup of coffee from the coffee pot, heated the milk in it, and said: "Next we have to move separately, and that black Chevrolet is temporarily for me."

　　 Hearing this, Paul nodded and assumed a posture of obedient actions.

　　 didn't even ask...

　　 For a while, Lu Li was a little hard to adapt.

　　 But this is also good, he doesn't want to bring a curious baby to save the world.

After a few minutes.

　　 "Call me if you have something to do, don't act arbitrarily, so as not to be surprised."

　　 "By the way, remember to hide the gun."

　　 Seeing that there was nothing to explain, Lu Li put down the coffee cup, picked up the car key and turned away.

　　 Behind him, Paul, who acts as a tool man, let out a long sigh of relief. Since last night, his friend and partner, Lu Li, has become more dignified than Mr. Supervisor, subconsciously convincing, and obeyed the arrangement.

　　 Outside the apartment, a black car slowly drove out of the parking space, and then began to speed up again.

　　 Three o'clock in the afternoon.

　　 Manhattan, Tribeca, Church Street.

　　 Lu Li wearing sunglasses parked his car in front of the convenience store, ready to go in and buy a can of Coke to quench his thirst.

　　 According to the information seen last night, Bolivar lives in Astoria, Queens.

　　 It is a pity that when he arrived, he found that there was no one inside. Fortunately, there was no way for people to escape. After some toss, the poster hung on the wall pointed out the way for himself.

　　 Traffic jam, cross the bridge, continue traffic jam.

　　 It took a whole three and a half hours to get to this place. If he didn't get any results, Lu Li could only drive the night car to find Mr. Gbagbo in Brooklyn.

　　 There are not many people in this convenience store. The clerk is watching the new issue of "Playboy". There is a line of red letters on the wall next to him——

　　 [There is monitoring inside, please pay attention to your behavior]

　　 Lu Li silently pressed down the brim of his hat and walked to the shelf. Through the glass window, he saw Bolivar. To be precise, it should be the portrait of this guy.

　　【Exclusive performance】

　　 [Only one night]

　　 [Reservations are exhausted]

　　 The wall was painted with the above three slogans with spray paint, and below them was a propaganda picture, only to see Bolivar wearing long hair and pale face screaming at the microphone.

Birds of a feather flock together.

　　 Probably the fans of this guy are bad young people, or non-mainstream girls.

at the same time.

　　 On the second floor of the theater, the drums and electronic sound were noisy and chaotic. Bolivar was irritated when he heard it. He held on to the handrails and cursed: "Stop, stop all the special stuff!"

　　The musicians are unknown, so I thought:

　　When playing rock and roll, don’t you have to get upset?

　　 The boss didn’t take drugs today?

　　 Seeing that the place suddenly became cold, an African-American woman walked quickly. She was Bolivar's agent and nanny.

　　 "Are you not going to come to a song, looking for status? Just to celebrate the rest of your life."

　　 "Not today." Bolivar shook his head with a pained expression, "Your cash cow needs a rest now."

　　 The female agent raised her head, a confused look appeared on her dark face, and said helplessly: "Well, what should those hot girls do?"

　　 "You said before, you want to pick up some hot chicks to warm up, now everyone is here..."

　　Because of the heavy makeup, no one could see Bolivar's real expression. He seemed a little impatient: "Shet! Let them wait on the sofa."

　　 After finishing speaking, Bolivar turned and walked towards the bathroom in a strange posture. His legs were severely split, and there seemed to be something unspeakable.

"All right."

　　 Upon seeing this, the slightly ugly agent shrugged, and then greeted the musicians to leave quickly to make room for the boss and the hot girls.

　　 Because of this, Lu Li, who was guarding outside, saw people coming out of the corridor.

　　 It's easy to do things with fewer people.

　　 Thinking of this, Lu Li casually took a can of Coke, went to the counter and said, "Check out."

　　 Aside, the clerk who was intent on admiring the blonde stunner did not lift his head, "Cash or credit card?"

　　Looking at the service attitude, he should be the boss's son, and he doesn't care whether he makes money or not.

　　 "Cash." Lu Li took out his wallet.

　　 "A Coke?"

　　'S sight shifted slightly upwards. It is estimated that this product didn't even see what the customer looked like, and said directly: "Forget it, I'll give it to you for free."

"thanks."

　　 Lu Li was too lazy to pester him, lowered his voice, thanked him, and then turned and left the convenience store.

　　 After all, the next thing to do is not much different from crime, and it is best to not attract attention from others.

　　 With this mentality, Lu Li took off his sunglasses and threw them into the car, then opened the can, pretending to be a passerby, drinking while walking towards the other side of the road.

　　 When I came to the theater, a black woman just walked out of it. She was calling:

　　 "The midnight concert on the day of the solar eclipse is very important~www.readwn.com~ and Mr. Bolivar is in the wrong state now. You can find a way to get some Du Lengding over."

　　 The two passed by.

　　 After a while, Lu Li turned his head and watched her go away.

　　 Is the status wrong?

　　 Leave him alone, just go in and take a look.

　　 Thinking of this, Lu Li threw the empty can into the trash can, opened the door, and walked into the theater.

　　 The environment is slightly dim.

　　Rhythmic music comes from overhead, and various colored lights flicker, giving people a nightclub feel.

　　 In the toilet on the second floor, the **** Bolivar opened the mirror. Probably no one would have guessed. There is something hidden in it——

　　 Tadalafil, a drug that specializes in the treatment of certain disorders in men, is more effective than Viagra, and is effective for up to 36 hours, and is not affected by eating and trace alcohol.

　　 Frankly speaking, he was in very bad condition today, his ears were buzzing, his throat was itchy and painful, and to make matters worse, not long ago, he lost consciousness of parts of his body.

　　 "Damn..."

　　 Bolivar cursed in a low voice, then unscrewed the lid.

　　One piece...two pieces...three pieces...

　　 a whole bottle!

　　 will probably have an effect.

　　 No, it will definitely work!

　　 As Lu Li was up the stairs, Bolivar, who had recovered his confidence, repaired his lower nose, smiled and walked out of the bathroom. Three hot girls were waiting on the sofa.

　　 "Baby, are you ready to go crazy with me?"

　　 said, he pulled off the wig.

　　 With tough features and short hair, Bolivar does have the capital to attract women.

　　 The three hot chicks hooked their fingers at him, and responded to his call, tired of their voices.