binary dead train

Chapter 29 Kahn
Turing raised his head and looked at the girls at the bar.

She has waist-length cool green straight hair, bangs so straight that she can reach her eyebrows, and pupils of the same color reflect the pink shimmer around her.The upper body is a set of aristocratic clothes similar to the saxophone, a small satin vest and a leather inner and outer suit.There are also diamond-shaped openings on both sides of the leather pants with patterns on the lower body, exposing the skin inside.

She quietly leaned against the edge of the bar, propping her small face with her cuffs rolled up.

grace.Turing made an evaluation in his heart.

"I'll introduce it to you."

Luo Wang smiled and patted the wooden table top.

"This is Kahn Wilson, the old man's granddaughter and the little princess of the bar."

"Hello." Turing stretched out a hand.

The other party shook his hand wrapped in thick leather gloves, and then pushed the wine glass in front of him.

"Tequila, grandpa's favorite. I added something more local, give it a try."

Turing looked at Luo Wang beside him, who shrugged.So he said nothing and put the wine under the helmet.

The tiny phantom limbs that had been connected to the inside of the helmet were disassembled in an instant, revealing a clean and beardless chin, and Turing drank a whole cup straight away.

The stimulating alcohol flickers on the tip of the tongue, and a burst of pungentness enters the throat. There seems to be a faint lemon fragrance in the mouth, and a little caramel and honey taste from the taste buds.

Turing put down the wine glass, and several pieces of metal wrapped his chin again, and the seam was tightly controlled by the phantom limb.

The girl opposite looked at his helmet and tilted her head, as if curious.

"How about it?"

"Great. Did you tune it?" Turing smacked his lips lightly.

He has rarely drank alcohol since his internship. When he first went to college, every time he went home, some friends would bring Remy Martin over to have a drink or two. He missed foreign wine at this time.

"That's right." Kahn showed a fleeting smile.

"Is Mr. Wilson there? I have many questions." Turing turned to the topic and placed the energy interference device on the table.

"He's out of town for something, and he won't be back until a week later."

Kahn's expression was very calm, and he tapped the small device on the table lightly.

"However, if it is about this jammer, I can help you answer it. Grandpa said that it is to disrupt the energy field on your body and make you more consistent with mortals."

"Consistent? But I didn't notice any energy field on my body." Turing couldn't help frowning under the mask.

"The constructor's unique energy position requires special equipment to detect. Grandpa said that the energy field on your body is very strong. If you have enemies, the opponent can use professional detection equipment to find your position."

"Many organizations have the means to detect the constructor's energy field. As a lone wolf, you have to be careful. These are the exact words of grandpa."

"However, I am not related to Mr. Wilson, why did he help me?" Turing asked yesterday's question.

"Grandpa likes constructors. Besides, aren't you a friend of this fat man? When grandpa comes back, he will also look for you."

Listening to Kahn's indifferent words, Kahn glanced at Luo Wang who was laughing next to him.

"Can I contact Mr. Wilson?" he asked.

Kahn handed him a note: "He may not answer the phone when he is out."

That means yes.

Turing thanked him and accepted the note with the phone number written on it.

Judging from Kahn's words, as a constructor, it seems that there will be an energy field emitted from the body, and it can be detected by artificial equipment.

From this point of view, Sax Wilson, who gave himself a jammer, did help him, and it can be regarded as a precautionary measure.

At this time, a light-white finger suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

"Huh?" Turing looked up.

With a hint of girlish curiosity, Kahn tapped on the white chip in the center of his helmet.

"Nice helmet."

After finishing speaking, he withdrew his hand, seemingly ignoring the two of them, straightened his cold green hair and went to the back to mix drinks.

Luo Wang stood beside him without saying a word, and finally patted Turing on the shoulder:

"How about it, is there something to gain?"

"Well. At least it answered my question yesterday."

In fact, he still has more questions in his mind, such as why the gadgets Sachs gave him are recognized by the system.

But this is obviously not something that Kahn or Sachs can answer.

"Okay, so let's officially start today's topic?"

Luo Wang and Turing turned around, and the position of the bar can basically see the entire bar.

"Let me introduce you to the main guys in this bar. See that one-eyed man over there?"

Looking in the direction Luo Wang pointed, Turing saw a bald man sitting in a corner with a big beard, an eye patch on one eye, and a camouflage uniform.There were weapon boxes under his feet, and there were two people sitting opposite him, talking about something excitedly.

"One-eyed Bacchus, he is an arms dealer. Although you are a constructor, if you want to change your taste and play with guns or something, you can go to him to buy it. But the price is not cheap. The two people opposite him probably are too. I'm bargaining, Bacchus is very stingy." Luo Wang said with a smile.

After Turing nodded to express his understanding, Rowan pointed to the next person.

"That's Topaz, the intelligence agent."

"That's Aben Ritter, a go-between like me. But he's mostly dealing with gangs."

"That's Bernardo..."

Luo Wang pointed out to Turing one by one some of the more important figures in the bar, such as middlemen and arms dealers, as well as several famous mercenaries.

"Did you see that big guy over there? Torgal White. He once killed a gang by himself. He has a very special technological revolver. It is said that he got it from working for Yingguo's company before."

"That dreadlocked girl over there, Harkin Downey. Greatest thief in this bar."

"And that..."

While drinking, Luo Wang pointed out several people to Turing.

"I look at their eyes, it seems that they don't welcome you very much?" Turing looked at Fatty Luo suspiciously.

"Ahem...well, it's normal. After all, there are a lot of desperadoes here, and they don't like people who work for the Nine Divisions." Luo Wang smiled shyly and stood up.

"When I was waiting for you, I drank some iced drinks, and my stomach suddenly felt a little uncomfortable. You can sit and play for a while, or let Kahn help you mix the drinks. The little princess is interested in you."

After speaking, he patted Turing on the shoulder, clutched his stomach and ran to the toilet.

Turning around, the green-haired girl was leaning on the bar and looking at him.

"What would you like to drink?"

"Gin and Tonic."

Turing knew a little about some bartending.

"it is good."

The girl turned around, mixed the wine, cut the ice, quickly made a glass, pushed it to Turing's hand, and put two slices of lemon into it with two slender fingers.

"Thank you. Put it on Rowan's account."

Kahn nodded, looking at Turing's helmet curiously.

"Are you going to do that again?"

"What?" Turing's hand that was grabbing the wine glass paused.

Kahn crossed his hands and lightly pressed the lower half of his face, then spread his five fingers and pulled them apart violently, simulating the sound of Turing's helmet deforming.

"Crack!"

Turing: "..."

Rolling his eyes under the mask, he was about to pick up the glass of gin and tonic.

Bang!
There was a heavy muffled sound on the table, and a brown palm like a cattail fan slapped on the table, and most of the wine that hadn't been picked up in time was shaken out.

Turing looked up, and a strong figure sat next to him with a grinning mouth, propping up his broad arms, with a provocative expression on his face.

Turing glanced at the glass, and there was only half of the wine left in it.

He immediately looked up at the green-haired girl, and pointed to the burly man beside him: "It's his fault."

The strong man was taken aback for a moment.

"You still have to pay me a cup." Turing looked at the strong man again, and pointed to the three-digit price list.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

The strong man slapped the table suddenly, and a figure with hands clasped came forward, looking at Turing with resentful eyes.

Turing took a look.

Oh, it turned out to be the little pickpocket I met when I first entered the door.

"This is my brother, you hurt his hand." The strong man pointed to the man, and his big face moved to Turing's helmet.

"Give me a reason not to kill you?"

"reason?"

Turing tilted his head and made an extremely dry voice.

"Does it count if I can kill you?"

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