His expression was still one of utter astonishment, looking at the head rolling on the ground. Javier, fearing he wasn't dead, fired a few more shots.
He even found a few barrels of gasoline in the bar, took a lighter, and set the entire bar on fire. He had to do things thoroughly, and he also feared that the companions of these werewolves would track him down by scent.
"Thump, thump, thump…"
"Werewolves and Vampires?"
Feeling the bar burning fiercely behind him, Javier walked out indifferently, a smile of interest appearing on his lips as he murmured. This world was becoming more and more interesting, with all sorts of monsters appearing frequently.
However, When he saw a few thugs in the slum again, hitting his Hummer SUV with steel pipes and wooden sticks, Javier's face instantly darkened.
He raised the Desert Eagle in his hand and fired wildly at the thugs' thighs. The Hummer SUV couldn't be smashed, but repairing the cracked bulletproof glass and scratched exterior was very troublesome!
Night fell—
As a good family man, Javier, who hadn't returned home, decisively called home first, saying he wouldn't be back tonight because of some matters. What… is a man who doesn't come home at night still considered a good man?
Uh…
In Javier's own opinion, just calling home to report his safety was already enough to make him a good man.
As for why he didn't go home, are you kidding me… Didn't you see he still had a mission to carry out? He wasn't going out to cheat or find women, so where would he get so many guilty excuses?
As night fell, Nightlife slowly began. Although it was said that after dark abroad, one should not wander around casually, as they might be robbed or harassed, and some people were even interested in your organs,
But in reality, it wasn't entirely like that; that only happened in areas with unstable public order.
New York, as an economic center, And it was a nightclub in the city center; it wasn't that dangerous at all. Many luxury cars were coming and going.
People dressed in various bright colors moved back and forth. The surrounding streets were lit up and bustling, glittering with gold. This was the extravagant nightlife of New York…
The lower class had their way of life, and the upper class also had their own circles. Sometimes, to squeeze into the upper-class circle. The simplest, most direct, and barrier-free way was to attend parties, all kinds of parties. At the party, you show your advantages, flaunt your capital. If others are interested, then you might be able to squeeze into the upper class. This is the most straightforward way.
Of course,Accidents might also happen.
That is, people in upper-class circles don't take you seriously and just want to play around. If you get taken advantage of, don't be discouraged.
Because risk and reward coexist. Since this way of crossing classes is so simple and direct, the cost is naturally brutal. The price of failing to leap over the dragon's gate is not to jump back into the water, but to potentially be smashed to bits.
Looking at the extravagant streets, where people of all kinds were dressed so impeccably,
Javier felt that he really should change his attire. So he drove his Hummer SUV, with its cracked bulletproof glass, to a fashion clothing store and bought an outfit.
It was a blue-black trench coat.
The cuffs were adorned with gold-threaded patterns, giving it a semi-retro style, paired with a high-collared patterned shirt. He looked a bit like a Middle Ages noble, but Javier was very satisfied with this outfit and paid for it readily.
Although the style was extremely peculiar, It even looked a bit like cosplay, But overall, it was undoubtedly very handsome.
To be honest, if he had time, Javier would also like to go to a barbershop to bleach his hair and dye it silver, but unfortunately, that would take a lot of time, so he just gave up on the idea.
And so, With the Yamato tucked into the Hummer SUV, a pirated Vergil was born. Except for the clothes and the blade, neither his appearance nor his soul was imaginative, but it didn't matter; Javier felt that he was in the right state, and that was enough.
Approaching midnight, The streets of entertainment venues in downtown New York were not deserted; on the contrary, they were becoming more and more crowded.
Various gorgeously dressed beautiful women, despite the cold weather, walked into bars, nightclubs, casinos, and other places with perfect smiles. For them, this was not a dump, but the only platform to showcase themselves.
Those coming and going, elite men, dressed luxuriously, with impeccable manners, and wearing expensive watches and jewelry, were like prospectors. Coming to such decadent places to find glittering gold, and this so-called glittering gold referred to themselves.
Don't say that truly noble and high-status rich people wouldn't come to such places. Indeed… common harlots were disgusting to some big shots.
But not everyone was a rich person of that level. More often, they were elite individuals with a bit of wealth who enjoyed womanizing.
After all, to some of them going to nightclubs is like eating stinky tofu; it smells bad, but it tastes good, and you just can't quit it—
As time was getting late, Javier, like a patrolling police officer, drove his Hummer SUV, clutching a bag of donuts, to his destination.
A high-end nightclub named "Daybreak." From the various luxury cars parked outside, one could tell that the quality of this nightclub was not low.
Some places even required VIP status to enter, just like a dating market. Some men and women, to enter such high-quality gatherings, often paid to buy their way in.
Although their own quality didn't match the venue, money could always get them what they wanted, but whether they would be chosen was another matter.
The entire nightclub was enormous.
Besides the flashing colored lights of the English letters outside the door, the most eye-catching feature was the several burly security guards at the entrance.
Without the slightest hesitation,
Javier parked his Hummer SUV incongruously among the luxury cars. Passersby scoffed at the sight, mocking how he dared to squeeze his car among others' luxury vehicles.
"Excuse me, sir, Vehicles are not allowed to be parked freely here. If you need to, you can park across the street, three hundred meters away, at the supermarket entrance."
Sure enough, After a short while, A security guard, dressed in a suit and looking like a human, slowly walked up and spoke in a very respectful tone, but his expression was very arrogant, as if the two were not from the same world at all.
After all, Javier was driving a Hummer SUV. Although its price was not low, compared to luxury cars, it was worthless.
Not to mention that after Javier's Hummer took a trip through the slums, its windows had several cracks, and its body was covered in dents.
Anyone who didn't know would think it was a second-hand vehicle that had just retired from the Iraq battlefield, a far cry from those luxury cars worth millions.
And Javier's attire, which closely resembled a Middle Ages noble, those who knew understood he was planning to attend a party.
But those who didn't… would think there was a cosplay convention nearby. It was too bizarre, and who would come to a nightclub carrying a bag of donuts?
The people inside would not eat such low-grade food; only the street patrol officers liked such high-calorie children's food.
However, Facing this dog-eat-dog behavior of a small fry, Javier was too lazy to bother. He had encountered it too many times, so he was too lazy to explain further. With a donut in his mouth, Javier decisively pulled out a wad of US dollars from his pocket.
He handed ten Franklin bills, each with a face value of 100 dollars, to the security guard and said indifferently:
"…"
"Take good care of the car, or I'll break your legs…!"
Then, without any hesitation, Javier finished the donut in his mouth and walked towards the nightclub entrance without looking back. The security guard looked at the ten Franklin bills in his hand, wanting to get angry, but quickly put on a professional smile.
In America… there was nothing Mr. franklin couldn't accomplish. If there was, it was probably because there wasn't enough.
Although this was a high-end nightclub, 1000 dollars was the most tip he had received in one night.
Those upper-class elites, dressed luxuriously and looking like humans, sometimes weren't as generous as this country bumpkin.
Some even stingily gave him only a few Lincoln 5 dollar bills, which was even lower than the tips given to KFC fast-food workers selling burgers and fried chicken legs.
No wonder Lincoln was despised by some Americans back then for freeing black slaves. Now it's fine, his head is just printed on the 5 dollar bill!
However, as the saying goes, overcoming obstacles, having just gotten rid of the security guard's entanglement, two doormen at the nightclub entrance blocked Javier's path. They were the Black and White Impermanence.
One was a bald foreign ghost, the other a black-faced gorilla, over 1.9 meters tall, wearing a suit and very muscular, looking like they could intimidate many people.
"Please show your VIP ID,"
"This establishment is only open to registered members. No one else is allowed to enter freely. This is a high-end nightclub, not a bar in the slums. Not just any strange person can enter."
The two doormen spoke to Javier indifferently with very unfriendly faces, as if if Javier said one more word, They would throw him out the door like a chicken.
After all, they had been idle at the entrance for a long time and were almost unable to restrain their urge to beat someone.
And facing identity discrimination—
Javier still used franklin to clear the way. Let alone identity discrimination, even racial discrimination, Mr. franklin could still resolve it with ease.
A whole stack of ten thousand dollars. After giving 1000 dollars to the security for parking, Javier directly kept 1000 dollars and generously distributed the remaining 8000 to the two Black and White Impermanence at the entrance.
"…"
"Mr. franklin asked me to help him ask if his old man would like to take a look inside. Is it possible now?"
Glancing at the two Black and White Impermanence whose attitudes had suddenly done a 180-degree turn, Javier asked with a sneer and a disdainful expression. The two Black and White Impermanence immediately replied with humorous and ingratiating smiles:
"Of course, sir!"
"Benjamin franklin is America's greatest inventor. How could we refuse him if he himself wants to see a 21st-century nightclub? Please come in, and enjoy your time…!"
See?
There's nothing Mr. franklin can't solve. If the most omnipotent god for Christians is God Jesus,
Then the most omnipotent god for Americans is Mr. franklin. Omnipotent, always successful, no one can say no to Mr. franklin!
"To be honest,"
"I still prefer the way you two were just now, defiant."
Shaking his head, Javier, dressed as a Middle Ages landlord noble, walked in with a bag of donuts in his arms.
As soon as he stepped into the so-called nightclub, subtle atmospheric lights came into view, followed by deafening DJ music.
Countless people inside swayed to the music, dazzling the eyes. This was the legendary nightclub, truly… quite interesting, it seemed.
In the center was a huge dance floor, with countless dazzling lights of various colors flashing. On the high stage, a scantily clad female DJ swayed her body, hyping up the crowd below.
After the DJ music ended, there were also dedicated girl groups to perform, and so on. It was indeed quite good. On both sides were numerous booths and bars.
There were nearly thirty bartenders alone, and the second floor had private rooms, which required more money to enter.
"Strange…"
"Where are the Vampires? I haven't seen a single one."
Looking at the young, handsome, and beautiful men and women swaying around, Javier murmured in confusion.
Clearly, he hadn't forgotten his purpose, but after observing for a long time, Javier still hadn't found any trace of a Vampire, as if there were none at all. Or were all the so-called Vampires on the second floor?
"Da da da…"
"Sir, this is a Margarita ordered for you by that lady. Please enjoy…"
And after a short while,
Javier, this househusband, was targeted. A female bartender placed a prepared Margarita cocktail on Javier's booth,
Softly pointing to a very sexy blonde beauty in a bright red dress by the bar.
Javier followed her finger and immediately saw the beautiful blonde woman with an elegant and enchanting demeanor.
She had wavy blonde hair, wore sexy fiery red lipstick, had captivating smoky eye makeup, and a tall, curvaceous figure. Especially her off-the-shoulder bright red dress, which perfectly accentuated her charming and alluring temperament.
Seeing Javier turn his head,
The blonde woman with wavy hair even winked playfully at Javier. She seemed very open, probably around 28 years old, similar to Javier, at a passionate and fiery age—
"Thank you…"
"But please order a bloody mary for that lady as well, and tell her that I am not her prey—"