Chapter 297: 298. Chapter 295: Clearing the Field 6664

298. Chapter 295: Clearing the Field 6664

In a public telephone booth, a middle-aged man wearing ordinary and even somewhat shabby clothes was holding the pitch-black receiver, but his attention was on the person outside the telephone booth.

A young man, everyone around him called him Mo Lisi.

Mo Lisi's father was a well-known gambler in the Imperial District, and he also liked to drink; Mo Lisi grew up between casinos and bars.

He always helped his father or others run errands to earn some pocket money.

Actually, looking at it from this aspect, he should be the one who had the most comfortable childhood among this group of people like Enio!

People on the street all knew him, and he could also earn a cent or two of errand fees from every errand.

The guy in the telephone booth who exuded the smell of alcohol was his father's friend; the two gambled and drank together, and the relationship had always been good.

Naturally, his relationship with Mo Lisi was also good.

He was thinking about some rumors and changes recently when the phone suddenly connected, "Hello, Michael?"

"Fuck, it's me; I'm on Phoenix Road now; is there any place to drink around here?"

"Shit city center, it's not convenient to drink at all; is this the good place you said?"

"I don't know; it's really too terrible here; no casino, no bar; how can you survive here?"

"Is that so? They won't hit me, right? People in the city center are very arrogant; even pedestrians are like this... fine, I'll treat; hurry up!"

He hung up the phone, came out of the public telephone booth, and looked at Mo Lisi somewhat ingratiatingly, "My friend lives around here; the relationship with me is not bad; he will take us to a nearby bar, but..."

He felt a bit embarrassed and scratched his head, "I promised to treat."

Clearly, he didn't have this money; the price of alcohol in the city center wasn't cheap; in the Imperial District, beer needed thirty cents, here it probably needed fifty cents or so.

Like those slightly better whiskies, the price per ounce was over one dollar.

The price of alcohol was still growing rapidly; in the Imperial District, Lanse took care of them, so the price of alcohol wasn't high, so they could still afford it.

If they lived in other places, they wouldn't have the ability to drink every day, or even drink once every three or five days.

Plus Mo Lisi's status and position were different from the past, so when Mo Lisi needed him to help find a bar here, he agreed immediately.

Not long after, a cursing middle-aged man walked from afar. He hugged his father's friend and glanced at Mo Lisi.

His father's friend explained, "This is my friend's son; he's treating today!"

Hearing that someone was treating, the newcomer's expression also became relaxed; he shook hands with Mo Lisi, his tone slightly carrying a trace of contempt, "The consumption in the city center is not low; are you sure you can come?"

Mo Lisi took out a stack of money, at least thirty or forty; that person whistled, "Follow me."

The three crossed two main streets and came to an inconspicuous detached small building.

The whole house didn't have a bit of light in the night, and there was no noisy sound, just vaguely able to smell some smell of alcohol volatilizing, but it wasn't thick and was easily ignored.

That person slapped the small side door hard a few times; with a "click" sound, the observation port was opened, revealing a pair of vigilant eyes.

"Fuck, it's me; this is my friend and his nephew; hurry up and open the door; I can't hold it anymore!"

Mo Lisi laughed; this was an old drunkard!

The newcomer looked at the two strangers beside him, looking at them not like agents of the Hazardous Materials Administration, and then opened the door.

He also warned, "You can drink, but don't play drunk, don't cause trouble, otherwise we will kick you out!"

After speaking, he stepped aside and let the three walk in.

The bar area wasn't small, with two floors up and down, totaling about four hundred square meters; there were already quite a few people here, people of all colors, and some girls.

Single girls had become the standard configuration of the bar now; the value of their existence was to attract those single drunks to consume more.

The three bought some alcohol, and the two middle-aged men started to brag to each other; they started from the situation in New Jincheng recently, chatted about a series of new documents signed by the president, chatted about the extra conscription plan rarely seen by the Ministry of Defense, and also chatted about the international situation.

Listening to them chat, it seemed as if they were the heads of two countries, discussing some national affairs; whether it was the president or the Congress, in their eyes, they were all dog shit!

After drinking a few glasses of wine, they started to criticize the current politics; perhaps it was slightly over the line; the bartender walked to their bar counter, knocked on the bar counter, "You drank too much!"

He kindly reminded, "I'll give you two glasses of ice water for free, calm down, or go out to blow the wind..."

Listening to their disrespectful remarks, although there weren't necessarily police here, the bartender still had a headache.

These frustrated middle-aged men always chatted about these things after drinking too much, as if they really had the ability to manage the country—

If they really had it, they wouldn't be poor enough to come to the bar to drink and have to calculate.

Nearly an hour later, the two finally drank satisfactorily; this was the most comfortable time they had drunk this year!

The two hugged each other's shoulders and left the bar; Mo Lisi followed behind them, watching them pee in the middle of the road together, and running happily after being illuminated by the car lights.

He walked to the telephone booth himself, "I'm at the intersection of 4th Avenue and Phoenix Road; here is a...", he looked around, "there is a pink oral sex billboard."

Not far above the telephone booth, there was a pink neon mouth; the tongue of the neon light that was falling off was constantly rotating, just like a vortex, a sucker!

This kind is the most naked oral sex shop; after entering, it is a long row of sofas; some people might be queuing.

When it's your turn, you will be led to a separate room by them; the light is very dark, and then a girl whose face can't be seen clearly comes, going straight to the theme.

The price of oral sex in the city center isn't cheap, at least six dollars starting, or even eight dollars.

Some people would rather walk a few more steps or take a car to the port area to find one or two dollar services, and aren't willing to spend so much to enjoy the same service.

These services are currently legal in the Federation; this isn't sex, naturally it doesn't constitute sex trade, as long as it isn't sex trade, it isn't illegal!

Hailamu's laughter came from the receiver, "You can take time to enjoy it; we will be there soon."

Mo Lisi scolded him twice and hung up the phone, then found a place to sit and lit a cigarette.

Ten minutes later, five cars stopped on the side of the road.

Hailamu shook his hair and got out of the car; he saw Mo Lisi at a glance, "You finished so fast?"

Mo Lisi walked over and hugged him, then looked at the others, "Follow me..."

A group of people returned to the detached small building again; Mo Lisi slapped the door, and the doorman revealed his eyes again.

He glanced at Mo Lisi, "You just came."

Mo Lisi didn't deny it, "I want to buy a bottle to take back to drink."

The doorman observed him and looked around, not seeing anyone else, and said "Wait", then closed the observation port.

Immediately after, it was the sound of the door bolt being opened; to prevent people from the Hazardous Materials Administration from easily rushing in, this door had many door bolts.

About ten seconds later, the door opened; the doorman just pushed the door open and slowly raised his hands.

His eyes were fearful and also filled with anger; he looked at Mo Lisi, as if saying "You sold us out".

Mo Lisi punched his waist and abdomen, "I don't like your eyes, bastard!"

Saying this, he pushed him into the room, and then locked the door.

The complex smell unique to the bar, accompanied by some music, Hailamu narrowed his eyes slightly; he seemed to particularly like and be intoxicated by this environment.

He lit a cigarette, took a beautiful breath, hung it on his mouth, and half-narrowed the eye on the cigarette side to avoid being smoked.

Then he held the submachine gun with both hands and strode into the middle of the bar, directly pulling the trigger!

"Clear the field!"

Customers screamed and lay on the ground; only those security guards and staff of the bar were still standing; they didn't seem to figure out what was happening.

Hailamu shook his hair, aimed directly at the person closest to him, pressed the trigger, and shot while walking.

When he approached this person, the bullets had all been shot!

And the person in front of him was also shot into a sieve!

For a time, the whole bar was full of gunshots, screams, and shrieks!

This was the biggest bar of the Gregg family; three high-level cadres upstairs were discussing things after Kares died; they hadn't reached a unified opinion now.

One person suggested going to avenge Kares and attacking the people of the Lanse family.

One person thought Kares was already dead, and the so-called Gregg family was already destroyed; they didn't need to sacrifice themselves for the already destroyed Gregg family.

These Saigeang people who gradually took root in the Federation were actually no different from those Sumuli-born federal people; their self-cognition as "federal people" had already started to override their recognition of race and bloodline!

And one, said everything was good, but said everything was not good.

The three were considering how to do it in the future when fierce gunshots suddenly erupted downstairs; the three froze, their faces changed, but then they immediately took weapons and looked downstairs.

The exchange of fire downstairs was basically almost over; this kind of prepared fighting unprepared, resistance was of no avail!

Just when two of the high-level cadres were still in a daze, the high-level cadre who had always advocated fighting with Lanse and the others, regardless of whether those people knew or not, directly fired a shot at someone.

The abrupt gunshot made everyone secretly curse, and they immediately hid; immediately after, the stairs on the second floor were focused on.

The guy who fired the first shot rolled down the stairs in an instant, and the other two could only run back... ===== CHAPTER 298 =====