After 100,000 simulated crimes, I became an ace detective.

Eleven o'clock at night.

A Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle parked fifty meters away from the Love Bar.

Simultaneously.

Following the Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle were several private cars, in which sat Walker and others, loaded with guns and ammunition, ready to enter for support at any time.

As American police officers, they naturally know very well...the more prosperous New York is, the more likely it is that sudden terrorist attacks will occur, especially in places like nightclubs.

On the contrary, in small towns far away from the downtown area, because the personnel are not complicated, basically all the residents know each other, and they are safer and more reliable.

It is precisely because of the certain danger that Sergeant Walker has a cautious expression on his face, and he touches the gun on his waist from time to time to give him a sense of security.

After all, judging from Old Morgan's previous attitude, he definitely believed in Su Ming now.

If something unexpected happened because his support was not timely, Walker would feel that... he could jump off New York Harbor in advance to avoid being liquidated by Old Morgan later.

In addition to Walker and other American police officers, Lin Tian was also sitting in the front passenger seat of the car.

He also held a walkie-talkie in his hand, which allowed him to communicate with Su Ming in real time, ensuring that if any unexpected situation occurred, support could be provided as soon as possible.

......

now.

Su Ming and a group of Westerners, dressed in expensive luxury clothing, slowly arrived at the entrance of the brightly lit Love Bar.

It's eleven o'clock at night, which is when the nightclub is busiest.

In addition to Su Ming and others, there are also many black and white customers who are queuing up to enter the bar and get drunk.

There were several burly black security guards standing at the door of the bar, with bulging bags on their waists. They were obviously carrying guns to prevent special situations from happening.

When the Westerner walked to the bar.

A burly black security guard immediately reached out to stop the Westerner, raised the scanner in his hand, and said seriously.

"Sir."

"In order to be responsible for all passengers, we need to conduct a simple security check for you."

Su Ming didn't say anything out loud.

Instead, he simply stretched out his hands to signal the black security guard in front of him to conduct the test.

Simultaneously.

A female security guard next to her also came to Lan Jing and performed the same inspection as usual.

However, it is said that it is a test, but in fact it is not as strict as imagined.

He just held up the scanner and scanned the body for a while. After there was no hint of gunpowder or explosives, he was released.

After a simple inspection is completed.

The black security guard turned slightly sideways and gave way to the nightclub.

Su Mingxi walked slowly in the dark passage, and his ears could clearly hear...the kind of noisy DJ music.

Bai Yu, who was wearing expensive clothes, was obviously a little confused about the security check just now, and said helplessly.

"With such a simple scan, what can you find?"

"If you are really thoughtful, I feel that there are many ways to bring firearms or bombs in. It feels like it is just a show."

Lan Jing, who had studied in the United States for several years, shrugged and replied.

"It's really just a show."

"The United States is a country that advocates freedom and human rights. In places like bars, the guests are a mixed bag, and most of them are not good people."

"If strict security checks are really required, I guess...not to mention whether the extremists will set fire to this place first, at least various official reports will be indispensable."

"In their view...freedom and human rights are far more important than life."

When a few people were talking about the so-called freedom in the United States, there were even 97 genders.

The dim passage has also been walked through, and the gorgeous lights of various colors and the deafening roar of DJ music are clearly visible to the eyes and ears.

Within sight.

It can already be seen that... there are many guests twisting their bodies on the dance floor in the middle, and there are even many women who have taken off their tops and only left in their underwear.

At the same time, there were many guests on those booths, flying leaves openly.

Since the United States passed the Marijuana Freedom Act, drug addicts have become more and more brazen and dare to fly leaves unscrupulously in such public places.

Just when Su Ming and others were looking for a location.

A bartender in formal attire walked up to Su Ming respectfully and asked.

"Good morning sir."

"Have you made a reservation before? If not, do you need anything to drink?"

"There are only a few seats left, and maybe a few of them can't sit together."

Su Ming glanced around the whole place and found that the business of the Miqing Bar was very good. Not to mention the booths, there were not even a few empty seats left.

As for the cheapest bar position, it was even full of customers carrying beers.

But the experienced Su Ming didn't care about this at all and gave the order without any doubt.

"No reservations."

"But now I need a booth with a good view and don't want anyone to disturb me and my friends."

The words fell.

The waiter in front of him suddenly became a little embarrassed. He glanced sideways at the seats in the bar and waved his hands in helplessness.

"Sorry, guest."

"Our bar business has been very good in the past few days. If we don't make a reservation in advance, there's nothing I can do..."

Before the waiter could finish speaking.

Su Ming took out the unlimited black card from his pocket, handed it to the waiter, and said expressionlessly.

"Find a VIP box that your bar doesn't sell to outsiders."

"All purchases made tonight will be deducted from this card. Don't ask me to say it again."

As soon as these words came out.

The waiter was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the unlimited black card in Su Ming's hand. The embarrassment on his face suddenly turned into surprise.

As a waiter in such a large bar, he naturally knew the bank's unlimited black card, so he quickly extended his hand to invite.

"Yes, yes."

"Sir, please come with me. There is just one VIP box left on the second floor."

Come to the VIP box on the second floor.

Su Ming took a careful look around the audience and found that compared to other positions, this VIP box indeed had a better view, and he could see the center of the stage without any obstruction.

Of course, such good positions are basically reserved for specific groups of people.

Either he is someone with deep pockets, someone like Su Ming who can take out unlimited black cards and doesn’t care about the box fee of tens of thousands of dollars.

Or they are top-level elites who are so energetic that even the owner of the Crush Bar would not dare to offend easily.

Under normal circumstances, even if these boxes are left empty, the bar owner will not choose to book them for guests at a low price.

After briefly judging the location, Su Ming looked at the waiter in front of him and waved his hand.

"Go and bring up some bottles of your best wine."

"Let the bar help me make a few more cocktails, and remember not to leave anything messy for me."

The waiter nodded quickly and quickly went to the bar below to place an order, thinking about how much tip he could get this time.

And when the waiter left.

Su Ming looked at Bai Yu, Lan Jing and Guo Ping beside him, narrowed his eyes slightly and spoke slowly.

"The United States is truly a free country."

"From the time I entered the passage to now, I have seen at least five guests with guns..."