NovelSearch Chapter 534 - 352: Unexpected Complications
Chapter 534 - 352: Unexpected Complications
When John made his drink request.The Refrigerator didn’t mock the scale of his restaurant, didn’t say he was too ambitious, and certainly didn’t treat him like a fool, but patiently explained, seriously analyzed, and finally helped him correct his request in a tactful manner.
This was the first time John felt the power of "respect."
The Refrigerator was indeed a big figure.
But the "strength" he showed was completely different from Oulos.
"Did you drive here?"
The Refrigerator suddenly turned his head to look at John.
"What do you mean?"
"Raphael must have told you that I’ve been having a rough few days."
The Refrigerator raised his mug.
The prosthetic limb activated.
The low temperature caused the metal container to emit a slight and continuous sizzling sound.
"When this city was founded, my family came here with money and oak barrels, but those stupid Eastern thugs ruined it all."
John wasn’t the only person the Refrigerator hired tonight.
While they were drinking and chatting, Sakura Cross Street was also experiencing an assassination against Fack employees and Owl Town Gang’s Cheye Group.
"The problem with fermentation always occurs internally. I’ve been betrayed, John, and some people need to pay the price."
"I get it, you want to personally deal with someone?"
"I will pay you."
The Refrigerator put down the frosty white mug, revealing a scrutinizing smile. "Provided that you are as professional as Raphael says."
[Mission Objective Update]
[Help Refrigerator punish the traitors. (Not Achieved)]
This is the result of not withdrawing in time, or rather, the cost of staying to drink with the Refrigerator.
John sat in the driver’s seat, slightly frowning.
The originally brand new sports car was affected by gunfire, with two glass windows having varying degrees of scratches, looking terrible. Fortunately, the weapon used by the other side was of a small caliber, and the crystal car cover and wear-resistant bullet-proof layer showed no obvious marks.
"Nice car, John."
Refrigerator settled into the passenger seat. "To afford Eisenberg and maintain your hobbies and dignity, ah, dear John, you’ve already left the ranks of street kids and are bound to go further and face choices."
His tone carried a hint of nostalgia and the sentiments of someone experienced, then he turned the conversation and took out a syringe from his pocket.
[Medicine: Morning]
[Manufacturer: Gaia Cells]
[Description: Sobering agent, kidney burden level two, cardiovascular burden level one, recommended usage interval over 36 hours...]
"I didn’t die by the hands of a gang, nor do I want to die in a car accident."
The Refrigerator’s warehouse stored many good things. As a liquor vendor, it was quite normal to have some sobering agents.
John had no rejection, picked it up, and injected it into his neck.
A brief sting spread from the neck, turning into dizziness that reached the brain, then like shaken layered liquor, slowly settled and cleared.
John inexplicably remembered his experience at Tiebang Logistics.
When they ran cross-city transport, encountering B-class or higher orders, drivers would be equipped with a full set of drugs, like focus enhancers, combat stimulants, and coagulants.
John suppressed the memories.
Silver Rider 577 drove out of Gangbin Cold Storage in the dim, ambiguous daylight, drifting into Sakura Cross Street’s neon-lit asphalt road.
The address was provided by the Refrigerator.
The Eisenberg supercar roared into the underground parking lot of a Sex Doll Club.
John and the Refrigerator pushed the door to leave the vehicle, their shadows cast onto the ground by red light strips, revealing deeper color blocks.
To say what similarities there are between sex workers and illegal clinics, it’s that the scope within sight is always dim and unclear.
The music deprived hearing.
The light strips guided vision.
Drugs interfered with touch.
This is what they call the way of business.
John looked at the purple mist floating near the car wheels, still wondering if it would have a hallucinogenic effect, when the Refrigerator pulled him away.
[Shop - Bliss Butterfly]
The sign was written at the elevator entrance to the basement.
Two holographic dancers twisted their bodies under the spotlights, while in the space between the light mist and the concrete building stood Owl Town Gang thugs with rugged faces.
They had buzz cuts, wore floral shirts with cardigans, and had weapons tucked in their waistbands.
The Refrigerator passed security smoothly.
He was a high-level supplier, with money, connections, having a membership at a Sex Doll Club was absolutely normal.
When he demonstrated his membership identity, the hack-check targeting John immediately disappeared.
Clubs respect the privacy of the elite.
The alloy door opened.
A fragrance rushed in.
No flashy Geisha guides, no welcoming hosts, only bamboo screens and a total of four customer paths.
The Refrigerator headed to No. 4.
He knew where the target was.
The two passed through the fake Japanese-style courtyard reception area, only to see a service staff wearing a visor under the eerie lanterns.
She knelt in front of the tatami, addressing the Refrigerator as "Earl."
This was a customer alias.
John had wandered in the Steel Hot Forest and knew how high-end places served their customers, and he knew they had a complete file in the server, recording each of the Refrigerator’s excitement points and peculiar preferences.
"No need to prepare a separate booth, I have an appointment with Mr. Ikeda."
"I need to confirm with Mr. Ikeda, please hold on."
The waitress was very polite.
The Refrigerator also nodded with a smile.
John had confirmed in the initial meeting scan that he was from the United Kingdom, and when they left Gangbin Cold Storage, the Refrigerator had deliberately changed his clothes.
Standing now in the reception room of the Sex Doll Club.
The Refrigerator took off his dark grey suit jacket, revealing a vest made of bullet-proof fabric and a traditionally knotted black and red tie.
Then he turned around, calmly looking at the mercenaries.
John didn’t react instantly, and shortly afterward, the sound of a "bang" echoed in the room.
The handgun hidden in the Refrigerator’s suit jacket had fired.
The waitress fell backward onto the tatami, her head already cranially opened, yet her graceful body was still twitching due to abnormal bioelectric current.
"We need to hurry."
The Refrigerator revealed his weapon, turning towards the elevator.
[Mission Objective Update]
[Deal with Incoming Security. (Not Achieved)]
"Fack!"
John cursed softly, turned towards the sound, and saw three or four angry Owl Town Gang members chasing from the other end of the corridor.
Buzz buzz buzz——
The elevator was plummeting.
The Refrigerator hung his jacket with one hand, his gaze falling on the decreasing floor numbers, like a patient passenger waiting.
[Damn piece of shit—— (Japanese)]
The club guards reacted quickly, pulling out guns the moment they discovered the body.
John acted faster, flipping the Skuqi Revolver from his waist, firing three shots standing in the narrow corridor.
Two bodies swayed as they fell.
The other guards immediately activated combat exoskeletons, flinging charged mono-molecular lines, instantly stepping over bodies to launch an attack.
John retreated while shooting.
This [Gang] gun had high shooting difficulty, quick targeting was inaccurate, so he only successfully hit one shot, then the sizzling mono-molecular line swept past John’s shoulder, scraping off half a block of the wall with a "sizzle".
The top light strip malfunctioned due to the arc, starting to flicker unpredictably.
John retreated into the shadows, immediately pulled out [Sora], accompanied by the incessant flashing of red light flow, charging out again.
Curses, exclamations, gunshots, knives slashing flesh...
A thrilling fight unfolded in the narrow corridor.
The Refrigerator pinched his tie slightly, seemed to find it a bit noisy, yet never once looked back.
Ding——
The elevator arrived, the carriage opened.
John gasped for breath, clothes stained with blood, squeezed past the Refrigerator, standing first in the elevator.
The Refrigerator shrugged, with great poise stood beside him, selecting the floor.
The metal door of the carriage slowly closed.
The corridor was filled with the bodies of Eastern people, and the ever-spreading blood, under the flickering lights, diffused the scent of violence.