London, the capital of the United Kingdom, was a large tourist city integrating culture, commerce, art and finance in later generations. Everyone who travels to the United Kingdom will not miss this most classic city. In history, the title of Fog Du is truly famous.

In the 19th century, the beginning of the Second Industrial Revolution brought Britain into a period of rapid development. The establishment of a large number of factories made Britain stronger and stronger, but the large-scale burning of coal also cost the London sky. The small particles produced by the combustion stayed in the London sky, forming a heavy fog that never dissipated all year round. At the most severe times, people almost didn't know each other. In addition, too many air particles caused large-scale lung diseases, so people tried not to go out if they could go out.

In the early 20th century, although it was not that serious, the brown and yellow foggy weather had reached the point where it was inevitable to visit every week. Even if the foggy days passed, it was mostly cloudy and unseen. It was reached by the point where the church could hype the gospel of God once occasionally.

In this foggy weather, it is a time when all kinds of shameful things are prevalent. The crime rate in London is also rising steadily. It is during this period that legends of various mysterious powers began to prevail. Among them, the legends of vampires are naturally indispensable.

London today is gloomy and shrill without exception. It is still furry raining, but the good news is that it just rained heavily yesterday, and the brown and yellow fog will not come again within at least three or five days. Therefore, the old and young people in London also seized this rare free time to come out and have fun.

In Baker Bar, an ordinary civilian bar at the corner of White Street, it was crowded with men who were about to be suffocated. The unrestrained laughter and cheerful singing came in waves, attracting passers-by outside the door.

Opposite Baker Bar, a bar sign is hung crookedly outside. From the broken woman's license plate above and the complete bottle mixed in between, it can be seen that this is also a bar. However, from the broken bar door and half of it that it has fallen, only a "W" brand left, you know that the bar is not very good.

Therefore, most of the pedestrians passing by on White Street entered the Baker Bar opposite. A small number were taken away by several other bars in front and behind, and no one stayed at the door of this shabby bar.

But everything is exceptional. In front of the unwelcome, a luxury carriage was parked today.

The coachman held an umbrella and jumped off the front seat, and opened the car door respectfully.

A strong man and a stronger man walked down. He ignored the umbrellas that the drivers beside him tried to cover them, and let countless small raindrops fall on their gorgeous coats. The two looked up at the messy signs, and pushed the door open without hesitation and walked in.

"Squeak..."

It is rarely used. In this year's rainy weather, the bar door, which has been completely rusted, makes an ugly sound, and the two have disappeared in the eyes of the coachman. The coachman was not surprised by their reactions. He turned around and closed the carriage door. He jumped on and drove the carriage away.

The bar was a little dark, and there was only a kerosene lamp on the huge bar counter radiating a dim light. Fortunately, there was a pile of firewood in the fireplace on the wall inside, otherwise I would not be able to see the environment inside.

As soon as the two walked in, the man, who was a size smaller, wrinkled his nose, as if he was a little disgusted by the unpleasant smell in the bar. He cursed in a low voice: "Shit! Why is this kind of shabby place again?"

Another big man had no expression. He replied calmly: "Andre, the master said that he should be calm in doing things. Those who are impatient cannot accomplish major things."

Andre rolled his eyes and said, "Master, he is the Master again! Do you have nothing else to say in the gold coins?"

The big man smiled slightly and did not answer.

The bar is not big, and there are some strange food and drinks on a small bar counter. Five or six greasy tables are placed on the left and a large open space on the right, which looks like they should be used for dancing or fighting for guests. There are only two people in the bar, one lying on the counter and the other lying on the table in front. From the costumes, they should be the bartender and waiter.

The two stood at the door for a while, and saw that the bells above their heads and the squeaking sounds on the door did not arouse people. They looked at each other depressedly, and decisively gave up the idea of ​​sitting down at the greasy table. They strode towards the bar.

Andre curled up his index finger slightly, and gently tapped the platform with the silver ring decorated with angels on it, saying, "Hello!"

...No reaction at all.

"Bang!" Andre increased his strength and shouted: "Hello!"

The bartender lying on the bar counter miraculously turned over and showed half of his red marks.

Andrey was furious and slapped the table hard, yelling: "You bastard, why don't you get up for me!"

Jin Qin smiled bitterly and covered his face and said, "Oh my God, it's the same again!"

The force was quite strong, and the bartender's head was shaken away from the bar and smashed it heavily.

"Dong!"

"Oh!"

Two different sounds were made at the same time. The bartender finally raised his head with his chin, looked up with sleepy eyes, and was furious and said, "Who are you? You actually delayed my sleep!"

Andrei thought for a moment, but gave up the idea of ​​grabbing his hair and directly put the silver ring in his right hand in front of him.

"What are you doing!" The bartender glanced in a daze, suddenly shuddered, his eyes widened instantly, staring at the silver ring tightly, and looked up, "Saint?"

Andre nodded and said impatiently: "Do you know what you should do now?"

The bartender nodded quickly, jumped out suddenly, shouting: "Shik? Shik! Damn it, you bastard, now is not the time for you to sleep, and our guests are coming to our house. Find me a sign at the door immediately and tell us dear customers that we will rest today!"

After saying that, he didn't wait for the man to react, and ran to the fireplace quickly. He didn't know what mechanism he had opened, but he slowly raised the fire in the fireplace, revealing an elevator of square meters on both sides.

Andre and the other two had no need to say hello, strode into the elevator, and gradually disappeared from the ground as the bartender.

At this time, the waiter with a standard big pie face stood up staggeringly, muttering something vaguely, while going around to the inside of the bar, searching for something randomly. After a while, he took out a wooden sign with a corner, and after hanging his hand at the door of the bar, he fell asleep on the table.

The passerby looked at the sign at the door with strange eyes saying: The owner is pregnant and has been closed for one day.

After leaving the elevator, Andre and Jin Coin found a little familiar feeling.

The underground room is obviously right below the bar, but although the two places are not far away, the decoration is absolutely different. The bright incandescent lamps on the roof, the small solid wood bar in the corner, the colorful wine bottles and glass wine glasses on the wine rack, several huge sofa sets and the shiny stainless steel wine table in the middle all give the two a comfortable feeling.

Compared with the bar above, this is simply a pig's nest and paradise.

Andre nodded with satisfaction and said, "This is just like a little bit! Go and call your boss out!"

He has been with Wang Zheng for nearly seventy years. Although his work intensity is not high, he has not seen the world. Besides, with Wang Zheng's enjoyment index, he could not bear these old-fashioned things in the 19th century. Modern objects that could be taken out have been made with various excuses. Andre, who was bombarded by modern riches, could still tolerate the 19th century bars.

The bartender nodded quickly, strode to the back of the small bar, opened a small door and rushed in.

The gold coins looked around, picked a red wine and two wine glasses from the wine cabinet, and sat opposite Andre. He casually bounced the oak plug with his fingers, poured a glass of wine and handed it to Andre, and poured a glass of wine for himself, and then said, "I was so careless! The master emphasized the secret problem more than once. Although we saints are powerful, it is not yet time to be exposed. We should be careful when we act!"

Andre took a sip of wine and waved his hand indifferently, "I know what I think for so many years. I don't know what that person is thinking? It's not a problem, it's not a problem!"

Jin Qin smiled bitterly and said, "I'm afraid you will be like this. This time I finally waited for a task and messed up the master and asked him to wipe his butt. You have to be careful of your chief position!"

Andrei smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm responsible!" As he said that, he stretched out his left hand and directly penetrated into the black hole that appeared out of thin air. He took out a box of cigars wrapped in essence, and was still on the table, fiddling with the cigars on his own.

"Come on!"

The door next to the small bar opened gently, and a handsome blonde man in a suit holding a civilized stick in his hand walked in and bowed far away with a faint smile: "London Contact Point, Moka, I have met two people! I usually have more people from the military and political system here, and this is the first time I have seen the saints in the secret agency. My subordinates have never seen the world, so they both laughed!"

Andre looked him up and down and sneered, "Don't talk about those messy things. Just now, you just said that you are the person in charge of this place, right? You also went to change your clothes and dressed as a serious person. Get rid of the red marks on your face first!"
Chapter completed!