There are three men and one woman on the high-speed motorcycle.

Among them, three men may have made their debut in a combination, with their three heads dyed red, green and yellow, standing together, which is a standard traffic light. The lady has a shirt with the little girl just now, and a leather jacket is hung on the outside of her underwear. It seems that this outfit may be the winter style of a local female gangster, which is quite popular.

The four of them fell from the sky and looked like they were not good people, but they stood in a row behind the crumbling black bar, but they were all depressed and dared not say anything first.

Several people pushed each other for a while, and finally, the "traffic light combination" worked together to push the only woman among them out.

The female motorcycle rider who wanted to be gentle but not warm had withstood the cold winter. She couldn't withstand the cold face of the gentleman at the back door of the bar. She shivered for a moment. She said a little hesitantly: "There is a strange shield on that person, and we lost it..."

The man looked at her expressionlessly, which made the female motorcycle driver sneeze and almost spurted his lungs out.

The little boy who had just stopped sobbing was startled by the fierce sneeze, sat on the ground like a frightened bird, screamed, and cried again.

The man holding the cigarette lowered his head, and the little boy looked at him. After a glance, the boy's sobs were held in his throat, and he didn't dare to howl.

"Please come here, don't line up here, come in." A man who stopped the child's crying at night picked up the little boy with one hand, turned his head to nod at the motorcycle drivers. After glancing at the embarrassing girl in the corner, he also said to her, "So too."

The motorcycle riders were like amnesty and entered one after another.

The girl got up and hesitated for a moment, but the heating coming from the bar quickly disintegrated her will. She rubbed the scratches on the back of her hand, picked up her luggage, and followed her in.

The decor in the bar is very retro, with a kind of ragged chic. There is a sweet rum floating in the air, and jazz is on the bar. It should have been closed at this time, and the waiter and the bartender are not there. Only the man who has just opened the door, maybe the boss.

"A person who runs a tavern, is so dragged?" The girl thought in confusion. At this moment, she vaguely felt something moving on the shelf by the table. At first, she thought it was a swaying light. After a closer look, she met a pair of cold little eyes. She leaned back and was startled. Then she saw clearly that a big green lizard was lying there.

"It's okay, this thing is too lazy to bite people." The boss put the little boy on the stool opposite the girl and asked her again, "What are you drinking?"

The girl came to her senses: "Beer."

The boss glanced at her: "How old are you?"

At this time, the girl used the light to see the boss's appearance clearly - the man had black hair and his facial contour was quite deep, but he could still see that he was inclined toward oriental blood. He rolled his shirt sleeves to his elbows, opened his arms, revealing his strong chest and clearly contoured belly. He noticed that the girl was looking at him, so he tied two buttons casually.

The man had an old scar on his neck, which went down from his Adam's apple to his shoulders, and was hidden in his shirt, making him more dangerous for no reason. He held a cigarette in his mouth, squinted his eyes slightly in the smoke, and there was still a little unshaven stubble on his chin, which could be said to be very ungrateful, but even if he was sloppy like this bear, he did not look frivolous. The reason might be his dark gray eyes.

Those eyes were very special, reminding people of the canyon with thick fog for no reason, deep and cold.

The girl's eyes touched him, subconsciously moved away from her eyes, and briefly replied: "Fifty."

The boss lifted his eyelids: "Speak human words."

This girl is a little hooligan who is uncontrollable. She has never been afraid of the world, but for some reason, she can't raise her head in front of the little boss of this bar. Her gray eyes make her nervous - it's not the kind of nervousness that a woman sees a handsome man, it's the kind of nervousness that a child trudged school and the naughty child looked at the director, and the late novices looked at the boss's nervousness that she was on her head.

So she lowered her head and folded herself in half: "Twenty-five."

At this moment, a white light flashed in front of her eyes. The girl reacted slowly and then covered her face with a conscious eye: "What are you doing!"

An invisible personal terminal floated on the boss' wrist and swept the girl's body. An identity file immediately floated in the air. Two cigarettes spewed out of his nose, a long eyebrows raised slightly, and the girl's name was pronounced: "Huang... Jingshu?"

The girl was furious: "Why do you have to look at my ID card?"

The boss ignored it and sneered: "Your name is Jingshu, too? This is a good name, and it is the same as the wife of the Secretary-General of the Alliance."

What is the "Madam of the Grand Secretary-General of the Alliance"? For the little girl in the Eighth Galaxy, it sounds like "scientists named the extraterritorial black hole Pixiu Small Intestine" - I haven't heard of it, I don't know what it means.

But not everyone can check other people's information casually. She also has this common sense. The girl stared at the man in front of her with great caution: "Did you meet a note?"

The boss ignored her rude words: "Born in August 259, the little bastard, just sixteen?"

The girl with her neck stammered by his eyes and was shortened by no means three inches.

The boss stretched out his hand and the identity information floating on his wrist dissipated on the spot. A robot took out a bottle of milk from the freezer on the bar, poured two cups, and placed it in front of the girl Huang Jingshu and the little boy opposite her. He touched the head of the big lizard in a humanized manner. Unfortunately, the big lizard itself is a cold-blooded animal and does not care about the other cold claws, so Aida ignored it and crawled away slowly.

"A minor, why are you meddling in other people's business?" said the boss. "I don't go home in the middle of the night, and I'm just going to be lazy here. Where are your adults in your family? No one cares about you?"

"What's wrong with the Sixteenth? What's wrong with you? I'm a 'black hole'," the girl slapped the table with a stern and timid look, "Why don't you talk so much nonsense? I want beer, can't I pay it for it!"

As soon as the words finished, even the music on the bar stopped intelligently. Everyone's eyes gathered strangely on the girl. The red-haired motorcycle driver in the "traffic light combination" sprayed out the wine in his mouth and coughed shockingly. The green-haired gentleman next to him raised his sleeves tremblingly, wiped his face with a spray of flowers, turned his head and asked, "What do you think you are?"

As we all know, the democratic government that the Eighth Galaxy barely established is like a disposable lunch box. By the same token, the governments of each planet are simply not as good as straw paper. The police stations mostly only play a road sign, and no one takes them seriously. Since the government doesn't have the final say, some people have to say the final say. Over time, it will cause a situation where gangs are prevalent. The Eighth Galaxy has many gangs, each with its own territory, and is the "invisible government" of major planets.

The "invisible government" entrenched on Beijing's beta star is called a "black hole". The source of income is protection fees, and sometimes it may also do some murder and arson business.

There is a mysterious ruler in the black hole named Lin. It is not clear whether it is "Lin" or "lynn". Anyway, they all call him "Fourth Brother". There are many different opinions about the origin of the fourth brother. Some people say he is a wanted criminal, and some people say he is a interstellar pirate who went ashore. However, after a few years, this person became famous in the "Black hole", first becoming the confidant of his former head and then the current head.

How did the Fourth Brother climb to the top of this food chain? There are many legends full of conspiracies and blood circulating among the people. I don’t know whether it is true or false. Anyway, this kind of story has a vast market in the Eighth Galaxy, suitable for both young and old, and appreciated by both the elite and the masses.

All the little gangsters and gangsters on Beijing β-star want to be the next fourth brother. Their longing for "black holes" is as pious as the children of Woto's powerful children of Ulan Academy.

The girl Huang Jingshu said shamelessly: "Black hole, have you never heard of black holes on the Beijing Star?"

After hearing her nagging, the female motorcycle driver was amused when she saw the girl's heavy makeup that could not cover her childish face, "Is the fourth brother crazy, even child labor?"

The girl stood up with her eyebrows, and was about to retort, but before she could open her embroidered mouth and spit out a string of smoke, she saw the boss wipe her hands and ordered the robot next to her to say, "Call Lu Bixing."

The robot made a "ok" gesture and said in the voice of the tablet: "Call Principal Lu-—"

The girl was shocked: "You..."

"How do I know which school you are from?" The boss asked for her and asked and answered himself. "The minors who pretended to be black holes in the entire Eighth Galaxy are all students of that grandson."

As soon as he finished speaking, the robot hand trembled and the phone number of "that grandson" was answered.

The cold electronic sound of the robot just now changed and turned into a man's voice. A low and soft voice flowed out of the palm of the robot: "It's rare, why did you think of me?"

The boss briefly replied: "Come here and get lost and found."

"Hmm?" Principal Lu asked with a smile, "What did I lose?"

He spoke lazyly, like singing, but his pronunciation was very clear, with a nasal sound, which seemed particularly affectionate, and he didn't sound like a serious principal.

"A naughty child named Huang Jingshu, check if he is from your school."

The robot paused, and then the voice of the "Midnight Column Host" immediately became three octaves, and the speed of light switched to the "News Broadcast" mode: "What, what happened? Where are you?"

Before the boss could answer, a silver sword suddenly flashed across the wrist of the robot. The boss's eyes narrowed and he immediately got up and put on a coat. At the same time, he said to the robot: "In the 'broken tavern', stop talking nonsense, come over and take the person away."

After saying that, he ended the call without saying a word. As soon as he reached out, the robot behind the bar immediately fell off the base, shrank automatically, and clamped the boss's arm like a well-trained live parrot!

The girl Huang Jingshu grew up in the mountain corner of the Eighth Galaxy. She had never seen the world before and was stunned for a moment.

The boss said, "Penny, you guys are in charge" and hurriedly left the back door.

As soon as he left, he heard a "ding dong" sound. A sleepy middle-aged man in a police uniform leaned in and smiled politely at the demon-like motorcycle riders: "Why, I heard that there are some trivial matters that I need to deal with."

"Just that," the female motorcycle rider named Penny raised her chin at the little boy in the corner, "Let's take it away by missing children."

"Okay, no problem, Miss Penny, don't worry," the policeman, who was like a little brother, warmly took the little boy away, and patted the child's back skillfully, and quickly coaxed the little boy who was a little scared to be honest. Then, he looked around with a scathing look and asked with a smile, "What... Was the fourth brother there just now?"

The bad girl Huang Jingshu was yawned and was almost dislocated.

Penny looked at her with a smile.

"Unfortunately," she pulled out the toothpick from her mouth, moved the corner of her red mouth, and pointed to the unsealed back door, "Just leave."
Chapter completed!