Chapter 064 Killer Simulator

Ji Xu looked for the address of the bar. This kind of bar is usually located in a convenient place to attract strangers who like the hustle and bustle. Bars that are quiet or need to be introduced by acquaintances will look for secluded corners. But this bar is different. It is located in an old neighborhood. The residents around are all elderly people and children who are not interested in bars. When Ji Xu approached, he hardly attracted anyone's attention.

The light in the store was dim. There were a few customers sitting drunk on the round tables and high chairs. The sunlight shone through the dyed decorative film, casting an unclear halo on everyone's face.

The bartender was absentmindedly shoveling ice behind the bar, with a row of cocktail models neatly arranged in front of him. When he saw the customer coming, he pushed a disposable order sheet over and pointed to the side, saying, "The pen is on the right."

Ji Xu turned around and found the gel pen that was missing its cap.

Very good, very life-like.

This order paper is specially made and is very common in high-end restaurants. There is a few centimeters of space at the bottom, which is obviously used for notes for customers. But what bar needs notes? Do you have to write on it that you want to add coriander instead of green onions after ordering whiskey?

Ji Xu treated it as a way of contacting each other. Anyway, No. 8 never mentioned that the bar had its own secret code. In addition, there was a strange habit of using disposable order sheets when there were obviously not many customers. He picked up the pen and no longer looked at the dazzling cocktail names to see if there was any hidden information. Instead, he went straight to the notes and wrote down the six words "Logistics, Transportation".

The bartender's first reaction was also strange. He took it nonchalantly, but habitually looked from bottom to top, as if his own product was not printed on the front but squeezed in the corner.

After seeing the message in the remarks box, his expression changed slightly. He straightened his body slightly and showed Ji Xu a more enthusiastic business smile: "Sir, the wine you ordered is a premium wine. It will take a few days to be airlifted. Are you sure you want to buy it?"

Ji Xu: “Sure.”

"Okay." The bartender took out the file form from the secret compartment and turned to the latest page. "Please register your contact information and pay a 20% deposit in advance. Do you have a membership? How much discount do you need?"

"Yes." Ji Xu wrote the letter "c" in the contact information. It was more convenient when the code became shorter. "30% off."

The bartender was even more polite. He walked to the secret door on the side of the bar that was integrated with the pattern on the wall, swiped the card hanging around his neck, and made an invitation gesture, "We will contact the person in charge of the winery later. Please move to the VIP room and wait for a moment."

Ji Xu was just about to go in when a pair of eyes looked at him secretly from behind. He stopped and turned his head in front of the secret door.

In the crowd, there was a young man in a motorcycle jacket slumped in his seat, his head tilted to one side and his arm covering half of his face. He looked no different from the drunks around him who had been drinking all night. Ji Xu's eyes did not move. After a few seconds, the man seemed to realize that he was discovered. He quietly changed his posture and pretended to drink to pour the remaining half glass of special cocktail on the person next to him. The strange drunk opened his eyes and looked around in confusion. The man took the opportunity to hide behind him and almost got stuck in the gap between the sofas.

Season sequence: "..."

He didn't understand this kind of self-deceiving guy, but he respected him, so he turned and walked into the VIP room. The bartender who had been standing by the door for a long time still had a precise smile on his face without any complaints. He looked completely different from the guy who was playing with ice cubes in a daze just now.

The bartender closed the door. The moment the door closed, his speaking style immediately changed from salesmanship to smuggling. He pressed the decorative lion head mouth on the drawer pull ring and spoke quickly and clearly: "Guest, this is the latest modified car. It has everything from the most basic bulletproof and engine replacement to exclusive customization. The former can be picked up at any time, and the latter can be delivered within a week. We can also provide ammunition and replacement parts. The modification will be completed within 24 hours. Do you want to raise the suspension or add chassis armor?"

“…”

I didn't understand the season sequence.

The skill only gave him the ability to drive, but did not teach him how to distinguish the parts inside. He couldn't even distinguish the clutch, brake, and accelerator.

But the good news is that Ji Xu captured a strong man before leaving. The administrators are a kind of intermediaries, switching between busyness and leisure all year round. Now everything is safe and sound. It is neither a special day when there is a surge in orders for killing, nor is there an angel client using a high reward to stir up public unrest. There is still time for No. 8 to take the time to take a look at the modified car. Ji Xu simply handed over the phone and let the two talk slowly.

He and No. 8 both thought it was normal, but the bartender's eyes changed again and again after he saw that the person he was talking to was the administrator, and his attitude towards Ji Xu became more and more enthusiastic.

It took several minutes for Ji Xu, who was said to be "able to drive a little bit of everything but couldn't understand anything, so he had to run to the display cabinet to choose weapons for the next mission out of boredom", to select several different styles of means of transportation. He was too lazy to care about how Ji Xu separated theoretical and practical knowledge, and after he had accomplished his mission, he went to organize the remaining information.

Ji Xu came over naturally with a sniper rifle in hand and continued the topic: "Plus a fake identity and a safe house. You don’t have to give them to me now. Put the documents and keys in the safe house. When you are done, send me the address. By the way, prepare one for me..."

He thought about it and decided to ask a professional, as he did lack theoretical knowledge in this area.

So Ji Xu changed his tone to ask humbly: "Is there anything that can hide the gun? I'm in a hurry and don't feel like disassembling and reassembling a sniper rifle. I also don't like carrying cumbersome things like gig bags."

The bartender heard that he was going to buy and kill the car on the spot to improve his record, and a cold sweat broke out. He tried to remain calm and said politely, "You can put it directly in the car, but the cars pre-ordered by the administrator just now have new functions added, so it will take a few hours to bring them out. Of course, if you are in a hurry, you can choose one to use first, and then drive it back tonight and give it to us for modification."

Ji Xu calculated the time in his mind: "Don't worry about this for now. Is there any car that can be modified before eight o'clock?"

The bartender thought for a moment and said, "Forget about normal vehicles. But motorcycles are possible. It only takes a few minutes to add a camouflage exhaust pipe. The downside is that there is no time to adjust the balance."

No hot weapon is a foam model. Although it will not cause a one-sided weight difference, it will definitely have some impact in an emergency. People in their line of work must clearly explain the functionality and shortcomings, and even emphasize the shortcomings, so as to avoid being sought revenge by buyers. Ji Xu did not care about these. He understood the unreasonableness of the skills very well, and agreed after finding that the modification time was within an acceptable range.

After paying the deposit, the bartender was contacting the car dealership, while Ji Xu was packing the weapons for later use. He eavesdropped on the conversation impolitely and found out that the people in charge of the modification and supply of parts had nothing to do with the wealthy targets of the mission. They were all brokers and craftsmen from the dark web. Only then did he leave with the packed sniper rifles with peace of mind.

The main hall of the bar outside was a little brighter than before. The drunks who were urged to wake up by phone calls from home were almost awake. The few lonely drunks who had no ties were also woken up by others, and they paid their bills and left one after another. A strange employee stood behind the bar, taking over for the bartender, while the young man in a jacket who had been noticed before ran to the front of the bar, seemingly asking about something.

The man was just about to get up and leave when suddenly a hand pressed on his shoulder from behind. He was startled and had a stress reaction, and suddenly raised his hand to try to twist off the enemy that appeared from behind.

Ji Xu staggered at the critical moment and pressed the man down on the high stool with his other hand, his strength polite but not without force. He asked doubtfully, "You seem to be paying attention to me. Do I know you?"

The man staggered and fell to his seat. Just as he was about to speak, he accidentally caught sight of the weapon in Ji Xu's hand. He gasped and completely forgot what he wanted to say. His mind went blank and he blurted out, "How did you—"

His voice was so loud that many guests who hadn't left yet looked over here. The man suddenly stopped talking, and he forced himself to lower the volume. He looked at Ji Xu as if he were a ghost, staring at him and whispering, "Why did you just bring it out?!"

Ji Xu glanced down and said calmly, "It's not my fault. You just made that connection based on your habitual thinking."

Even if ordinary people saw that the stick was wrapped tightly and was about one meter long and narrow in front and wide in the back, they would only think that it was a special packaged gift. Considering that Ji Xu had just walked out of the VIP room and there was a bar logo on the wrapping paper, most normal people would think that it was a golf club given as a gift when buying high-end wine.

Sure enough, one of the guests, who had no sense of boundaries, asked them drunkenly, "Is there a golf course nearby?"

Ji Xu paused: "My clients do."

The drunkard sobered up a little. He was so surprised that he couldn't help but teach by example: "Bringing free golf clubs to meet clients? You won't make any money or get any cooperation projects. You will even be looked down upon by others."

Ji Xu smiled without emotion. He placed the club on the bar, scaring the young man in jacket back and away from him. "It's okay. The customers don't mind."

The drunk sighed, paid the bill, shook his head in disapproval and left, sighing as he walked that young people are really courageous. The remaining guests also looked at Ji Xu with admiration. Even though they were drunk, they still remembered this courageous young man. Then they left the bar with the unique depression of unemployed office workers and spent another muddled day sleeping.

Now all that's left are the seasons, the young man in the motorcycle jacket, and the new employee who pours the ice cubes scooped out by the previous bartender back into the ice machine.

The young man in the jacket was stunned and exclaimed: "Aren't you afraid of making a mistake in your guess? Even if normal people can't think of this, you will have a psychological burden if you appear in the crowd with a sniper rifle. If you are discovered, it will be over."

Ji Xu: "The good news is that I have no psychological burden."