Upon arriving at his residence, Chris received a letter handed to him by a gangster. It was the response from the HYDRA to his previous letter.
Leaving aunt Edie and Ruth for Dottie's to handle, Chris went to the bar alone and waited.
Despite the fact that it was now World War II, Germany had crushed Poland and routed France. A small number of French soldiers, led by their generals, continued to resist, and a number of German aristocrats were getting drunk.
The bars were places of lust, with the familiar opium and prostituted won.
Chris sipped from a glass and looked at it with a look of amusent, it was spiked and he had recognised it.
The n and won in the bar were dancing, but they were not the usual faces, even a little stiff.
There was no doubt that the so-called custors here were all HYDRA agents and soldiers in disguise. The truth of it all was probably ant to catch him.
"Well, pretty lady, don't bother pouring the wine. The drugs doesn't work on . If you want to talk business, sit down, if you don't want to talk business and want to take back, you can try it if you dare." Chris' smile was calm and he didn't look scared at all.
The beautiful waitress took out her gun, "Who do you work for?"
At this point the music in the bar stopped and everyone pointed their guns at Chris.
Faced with nearly forty guns, Chris' expression was calm and he even laughed a little. He was not so indifferent to life and death, he just confident.
"Ha ha, I work for myself. I'm a businessman, but with more information and more channels to sell it than you ignoramuses. Well, I'll forgive you that ignorance, but for the rest of the deal you'll have to raise your money by ten percent." Chris, still sipping his drink, picked up his vodka and poured himself a glass.
The beautiful waitress pulled the trigger and fired a shot into the couch, "BOOM!" The bullet hit the couch and the sll of smoke lingered in the air, "Co on, who the hell are you?"
"I told you, I'm just a businessman who look for quality custors. I can give you anything you want. And certain mysterious, unscientific things are for sale!" Chris snapped his fingers and a bolt of lightning struck one of the tables!
The thunderous sound startled everyone, creating an atmosphere of terror with its intensity.
"Clap, clap, clap!" A round of applause echoed from the box on the second floor, accompanied by a deep male voice. "Well done! This gentleman, please co up and have a seat. I'm quite curious to see what are those so-called mysterious and unscientific thing you possess!"
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