The vest cannot be collapsed

The light was turned on to the darkest bar counter, and a hand wearing a black glove stretched out from the other end of the bar counter, taking the cocktail handed by the bartender.

It was still dark outside, and the afterglow mixed with warm colors came in through the gap of the open door of the bar, leaving an eye-catching golden band of light in the dim interior.

The golden band of light extended to the feet of the man sitting in front of the bar, and then stopped abruptly.

The cocktails handed over from the bar gleamed extremely beautifully under the dim light. The whole glass of liquid transitioned from dark orange to light orange. The luster of gemstones.

This shouldn't be drunk, right?

Zhong Yuanzhong also took the wine glass and took a sip, then looked at it carefully and thought.

In the most common cocktail, there is hardly any other alcohol mixed in it, and only a slight taste of white rum can be felt when you drink it, and then this taste is suppressed by other fruit aromas mixed in the wine glass.

There is also too much juice in this glass, the pineapple juice, lemon juice, and passion fruit juice used as seasoning and garnish, obviously not carefully prepared.As an embellishment in the cocktail, it actually overwhelms the taste of rum after a moment of entrance. The rich pineapple juice taste dominates the mouth, and Zhongyuan Zhong also worked hard to dig out some bitter aftertaste from the corner.

A little bit of bitterness only made a slight rescue for this cocktail that was almost full of pineapple fruit.

Zhongyuan Zhong also frowned imperceptibly, and sighed regretfully in his heart.

This is just an ordinary bar on the street, and the bartenders are not surprising at all, without any superb skills and unexpected ideas.

So this is just a cocktail with too much juice in it, Zhong Yuanzhong also thought regretfully.

Sure enough, it is not advisable to pass by a bar casually and come in to dig for treasures on a whim. If there is really any talented bartender who can mix cocktails astonishingly, he will not fail in such a bar.

Holding his wine glass, he looked at the slightly old decoration around him.

It can be seen that the bar owner seems to be particularly concerned about the cleanliness and tidiness of the store. At the time when the sun is about to set, the nightlife in this city has obviously not started yet, and the bar is deserted, with only a few sporadic customers sitting.

The clerk hurriedly wiped down all the bar counters before the night lights came on after the sun went down.

Zhong Yuanzhong also looked back with a lack of interest.

An ordinary bar, an ordinary cocktail.

Well, he really shouldn't have any illusions about this kind of roadside bar. The only thing this boring cocktail offers him is that it reminds him of some tropical fruits that are not in season and miss home. Tibetan wine.

So now it's time to finish the cocktail before it's completely dark, and then open a bottle of the stash he's really supposed to be enjoying this evening.

Instead of expecting something you shouldn't expect from a glass of pineapple juice here.

The goblet for cocktails sacrifices practicality for the sake of beauty. Although it looks wide at first glance, it can be seen that its capacity is not as large as it seems at first glance.

Not to mention the layer of clear crushed ice on the top of the wine, which no doubt squeezes the space of the real drink in the glass just like those useless decorations.

Zhongyuan Zhong also picked up the wine glass and drank it down, then pressed the hat on his head, and sent a text message to his subordinates.

A predictably unsuccessful attempt, he defined the cocktail in his mind.

At this moment, he suddenly felt a scorching breath from the liquid that had just passed through the throat.

spirits?

Central Plains also suddenly felt something was wrong.

In the liquid he just drank, apart from the rich pineapple flavor, there were also some flavors that he didn't feel at the first sip.

This cocktail mixed more than one kind of alcohol. On top of the light white rum base, the bartender also mixed some golden rum and dark rum as seasonings. Compared with the light white rum, the latter Two down-to-earth spirits.

The transition from dark orange to light orange presented by the wine in the glass just now does not come from pineapple juice at all. Zhongyuan Zhong also realized it belatedly. This extremely clear gradient is composed of three strong and gradually increasing colors. The effect produced by the gradual increase of rum.

The bartender in this bar is really mediocre. This was the last thought in Nakahara Chuya's sober mind. Such a strong drink can actually make a weird effect of pineapple juice. There is a big problem with the cocktail ratio.

Also, fortunately, I sent a text message to my subordinates before.

"Vodka, it must be vodka." Haruki Yuyama in the corner emphasized to the waiter.

system:? ? ?

If it had an expression, his current expression would be the same as that of Atsushi Nakajima sitting next to him, full of horror.

Haruki Neiyama, do you have any misunderstandings about your drinking capacity?People who can get drunk on sake, you tell me now that you want to drink vodka?

Apparently he was not the only one who had this idea, and Atsushi Nakajima, who was sitting next to him, also seemed to have deep doubts about Haruki Hazuki's drinking capacity.

Although he grew up in an orphanage, he has also heard of the name of vodka, can he really drink it...

"I'm one-half Russian," Haruki Iyama said to Atsushi Nakajima, "It's only natural for Russians to drink vodka."

Atsushi Nakajima cautiously: "Then how is your drinking capacity?"

"Very good." Haruki Jushan replied resoundingly.

System: [... Help. 】

Fortunately, he is now a shell of tofu. If he hugs Atsushi Nakajima and babbles nonsense while drunk, at least Renhu can bring him back.

Why hasn't the General Administration promulgated a ban on alcohol in the mission world, to manage Haruki Jushan and save the system.

In the next second, his hopes were dashed.

"I'm not yet 20 years old." Atsushi Nakajima, an honest boy, admitted to the waiter truthfully.

As a law-abiding citizen who has not yet reached the drinking age, he resolutely does not drink, and whether there are non-alcoholic drinks in this bar, after some law-abiding debates with Atsushi Nakajima, Haruki finally compromised.

"Then you can't just sit here and watch me drink?"

"Actually, I saw sour plum soup outside just before I came in," Atsushi Nakajima said weakly, "Why don't I buy some and watch you drink it when I come back."

The waiter who was still waiting for the two to come to a conclusion: ... ah, here.

"It's not impossible," he scratched his head and said, "as long as our boss doesn't see it."

Since everyone knew that the boy brought by this guest was underage, he couldn't persuade him to drink.

So Atsushi Nakajima left the bar just like that, leaving Haruki Yoshiyama, who didn't know how much he could drink, sitting alone in the corner.

At this time, his vodka was served.

The innocent bar owner didn't realize that there were already two timed bombs sitting in his store. He just stood behind the counter and secretly sighed in his heart. From the back, the guest actually looked alike.

Drunk back looks a bit like that.

His place is just a small bar, and there is usually no shortage of people who come here to get drunk.

It's just that it's rare to see customers who come here to get drunk so early.

Generally, those who come to get drunk come at the busiest night, and then hide themselves among countless guests coming and going, and their brains are paralyzed by alcohol amidst the noise.

It is very rare to come early to get drunk like these two strange guests.

And as a bar owner, he has seen a lot of customers coming and going, and he has seen many weird wines. The type like these two who lie quietly on the table after getting drunk is undoubtedly him. Favorite kind of guest.

Obviously the boss said this sentence early.

As soon as the voice fell, the door of the bar was pushed open by several people in black suits.

The sun outside the door went down early, but these people followed the angle of light that extended to the drunken man's feet before walking to the bar.

After seeing the drunk man crouching on the bar, these people showed a particularly dignified expression. After an extended confrontation that seemed to be materialized, they pushed out a man in black who looked the weakest to go forward. .

The man in black who was pushed out trembled.

"Lord Zhongyuan." He was cowardly, in stark contrast to his height.

The man in black's voice was too low, and the boss who was standing a little far away couldn't hear what he was saying, but he could only see his figure standing behind the drunk man, looking very oppressive.

It seems a bit malicious.

The boss, who was still wiping the glasses, struggled for a moment.

There is a mixed bag here, and it is not uncommon for drunks who are delirious and drunk to be thrown out at the most noisy time of midnight, and even he himself has thrown out many drunks in the middle of the night when it is about to close.

But the sun is just setting now...and the drunks at the bar look different than the unshaven drunks in casual clothes.

"Who are you?" The boss finally put the cup he was wiping on the table and asked loudly as he came over.

There are not many people at this point, I just hope that his voice can attract the attention of other people in the bar, so that these people dare not do anything in full view.

Who would have thought that as soon as he finished speaking, those people in black suits suddenly showed horrified expressions.

"That's it?" The boss was taken aback by their expressions.

Zhong Yuanzhong, who was lying on the bar in a daze, was suddenly awakened by the boss's voice, and then, half of the boss' wish was fulfilled.

His voice successfully caught the attention of the others in the bar.

Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the wine glass that he had just placed on the bar suddenly rose into the air and fell, making a crisp sound.

Then the wine glasses that were hung upside down on the entire bar began to make a crisp collision sound one by one, and then fell from above in clusters.

The shelf with the wine bottles behind the bar began to shake back and forth, and many small objects that had been properly placed on it began to slide off piecemeal.

earthquake?This is the boss's first reaction.

No, the ground under your feet is smooth.

He looked up at those men again, these men in formal suits who were in a serious car a few minutes ago have now moved back at least seven or eight steps compared to where they were just now.

The subordinates who came to pick up Chuya in the Central Plains only felt that their eyes were dark.

They began to calculate in their minds how much they would lose, but fortunately, the location of this bar did not seem very valuable, the decoration was not very gorgeous, and the wine storage was not very precious.

A loss that is totally bearable.

Then... Several people looked at each other strangely.

Now, who is going to stop the Central Plains cadres.

Then several people tacitly retracted their gaze.

Everyone in the bar started to run out because of this sudden change, including the boss and employees. Now that the bar has been cleared, there is no need for them to go in. Otherwise, just close the door and discuss compensation related issues with the boss.

It should be fine when it becomes quiet again inside.

Everyone in the bar ran out in a hurry, and now only the figure in the beige windbreaker in the deepest corner was left.

Why didn't anyone come out?

Several subordinates looked at each other in blank dismay. Before they could think of a good solution, there was a louder sound in the bar.

A table in the back of the bar was lifted into the air and then fell down.

The man who was lying on the table just now stood up suddenly.

Obviously, he was much taller than the Central Plains cadres, and he was dressed completely differently, but at this moment, all the subordinates standing at the door saw a strange sense of déjà vu.

Why do they feel that this man who ran out so quickly is so similar to a Central Plains cadre...

Next, they got the answer.

The man's hand pressed down on a row of shelves, and then all the champagne on it were shaken out of thin air a few times, and finally the lids were popped off neatly.

The man who looked like Mr. Zhongyuan stood in a champagne rain and cried loudly: "Dedicate your heart to the Russian heritage!"

"I don't think you need to worry about him." A man in black quickly closed the door of the bar.