Then.

Countless bombs fell from the sky.

Smash it on that super high-rise building that might once have been called a landmark building.

A moment.

The roaring explosion came from that point.

It brings a nightless dawn that is more dazzling than the neon lights of the chaotic city!

It is reported.

In the fifth year of the origin century - autumn.

After this night.

Detroit has an underground tradition every year:

All gangs with disputes and conflicts will hold racing competitions on the same date.

While commemorating the legend who can never be surpassed.

The grandest carnival party is held after the racing game.

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Inside the Ice Bar.

A cold and charming mature beauty wearing a hip-hugging skirt pushed the door open.

She looked towards the bar and asked:

"Are you going to leave Detroit like this?"

"It's not about leaving. I don't belong here either."

A handsome bartender wipes the wine glass in his hand.

Next.

He smiled and said:

"Miss Caroline, what do you think of a glass of 'French Martini'?"

"Whatever, my interest in cocktails is probably not as impressive as your 'racing skills'."

"Someone said: "Cocktails start with martinis and end with martinis."

I think you will probably change your mind after tasting this glass of wine."

Su Wen put four ice cubes in the snow kettle.

Pour in raspberry vodka, Chambord liqueur, Cointreau, pomegranate juice, and pineapple juice.

Shake gracefully and evenly.

Finally, the prepared cocktail was filtered into a wine glass, garnished with berries and handed to the beautiful third-level extraordinary lady.

Caroline-Lydia took the cocktail.

She took a shallow sip.

There is also a little more incredible look in the eyes.

Then.

The hacker lady said lazily:

"I have hacked into the database of 'The Great Wall'.

At least, there is no night watchman in North America who has such excellent bartending skills and racing skills."

"I don't know, Miss Caroline, have you heard the details of the Westminster Act?"

The bartender said with a smile.

Su Wen is preparing to fabricate a highly confidential identity as a night watchman.

Prepare for future game projection.

So.

These specious answers are just the foreshadowing for him.

At this moment.

The real owner of the Ice Point Bar just took care of his daughter and went to bed.

The silver-haired middle-aged man walked downstairs and said seriously to the legendary gentleman who was playing the role of bartender:

"I also served in Les Angton, but those things have nothing to do with Jial."

"I know."

Su Wen has the [Appraisal] skill and can see everything clearly.

Besides, I haven’t suffered from cyberpsychosis yet.

So.

He just smiled and pointed at the bar in front of him:

"Punch Royal, Blood and Sand, Caribbean Sunrise.
Chapter completed!