O'Connor, who made a small fortune by accident, did not go straight home, this time to the Oak Bar on King Road.

This windfall cannot be kept, and legend has it that it must be spent in time, otherwise it will bring disaster.

Although O'Connor dismisses this superstition, but he lives up to this statement, Oak Bar not only has a show to enjoy, but also may have an unexpected surprise, although O'Connor has a full face and beard, and the body hair is dense like an atavistic phenomenon, but maybe there will be a beautiful woman with a pure appearance and a wild heart who likes O'Connor, although O'Connor has never encountered it.

No matter what time of year it is, the Oak Bar is always buzzing.

To O'Connor's disappointment, the Oak Bar was holding a wrist wrestling contest today, and the rule was that as long as you win five people in a row, you can get a long-range bomber cocktail provided by the Oak Bar, which is known for its strong effect, ordinary people must pour two glasses, and often wake up until dawn, which is really a weapon for dating friends in the same city to break up at dawn.

Of course, single men should be careful, everyone is an adult and must be responsible for their own actions.

O'Connor is a perennial winner of wrist wrestling contests, his slaps are as thick as bear paws, and his arms are about the same thickness as normal calves, so when O'Connor walked into the Oak Bar, a bar girl immediately warmly invited O'Connor to participate in the wrist wrestling contest.

"Don't wrestle your wrist today, just drink—" O'Connor has money today, and the opportunity to drink for free is given to someone else.

"Handsome guy, there's a free one-" The bar girl is enthusiastic and enchanting, but don't be fooled by her bewitching appearance, the bar girl at the Oak Bar has always sold alcohol and not kidneys, and you can take it away if you have the ability, and pretending to be crazy with alcohol is to be beaten by the regulars of the bar.

"Hmph, less nonsense, give me a glass of Long River Sunset first-" O'Connor is not bad for money, Long River Sunset is a very affordable wine, in fact, it is beer and raw eggs, many people think that this way of drinking is very nutritious, in fact, this statement is very unfounded, eating raw eggs itself is unscientific, brothers who like to eat sugar eggs should be careful, the risk of premature baldness is very high, and you must be careful of salmonella.

The bar girl doesn't entangle, and she shifts the target with a wink.

Don't think that this flattery has any special meaning, this kind of smoky flattery is the same for everyone.

O'Connor ignored the group of brawny men who were competing, and sat on a stool by the bar looking for a target.

In fact, there are not many goals, the social status of women in these years is not high enough, there are fewer women who take the initiative to go to the bar for recreation, and the few people who are more familiar with them are working, O'Connor doesn't want to be universal today, he wants to see if he can achieve his goal with his charm.

The two beauties on the other end of the bar are not good, these two look together, and they still have the badge of the Rand Bank pinned to their clothes, this kind of white bone spirit O'Connor can't afford to provoke, and he will look away as soon as he looks at it.

There was a beautiful woman in the booth area with a glass of water in front of her, looking like she was waiting for someone, and O'Connor was just about to make a move, when a strong man who felt good about himself went over to flirt.

The beauty didn't raise her head, and the strong man touched a nail, it is estimated that people don't like the bear man.

Then continue to look for it, long nights without intention, there are many opportunities.

The opportunity soon came, and a girl with short hair and a black suit walked into the Oak Bar alone, and happened to be sitting next to O'Connor.

O'Connor immediately rubbed his arms and puffed his chest muscles in an attempt to get the girl's attention.

The girl did notice O'Connor, looking at O'Connor's chest muscles that were beating faster than his heart, the girl covered her mouth and smiled, her eyebrows curved, and O'Connor's mood suddenly rippled.

So when the bartender brought the wine the girl wanted, O'Connor immediately offered to pay for it.

"Thank you—" The girl politely thanked - there was a play.

Bars are like this, and those who take the initiative to walk in know it, don't accept people's kindness if you don't have a good impression of people, and don't blame people for pretending to be reserved while taking advantage of them, especially in southern Africa, where guns are not banned.

"Alone?" O'Connor is looking for a topic, and in this kind of place, you don't have to be polite, it's just simple and direct.

The girl nodded and did not speak.

"Then you're suitable for a cup of Long Island Iced Tea-" O'Connor's second sentence revealed the straight man's attributes, you really can't expect an operative to have high emotional intelligence, O'Connor never beeps when he can do it.

"Aren't you also drinking the sunset of the long river-" The girl fought back, the combination of beer and raw eggs is a bit of a health meaning.

"Give me a long-range bomber!" O'Connor was in the mood right away, the long river sunset was an appetizer, and the long-range bomber O'Connor could not pour three cups.

Those who poured two cups were ordinary people, and a guy with a perverted physique like O'Connor was still more resistant.

The bartender immediately handed over the long-range bomber, the young man has eyes and a future!

O'Connor drank it all, and slapped the cup in his hand on the table without much fun: "One more drink!" ”

The bartender immediately served a second drink.

O'Connor is not in a hurry this time, it is polite to drink one glass, and it is stupid to drink two glasses, what if the little beauty does not take the bait.

"Long Island Iced Tea-" The girl overcame rigidity with softness, and her hope for such obedience immediately increased.

O'Connor was overjoyed, and was about to show off his masculine charm, when he suddenly saw the man sitting across from the single girl in the corner who seemed to look familiar.

It was almost a professional habit, and O'Connado looked at it a few times, finally determining that the man across from the girl was an executive at Nyasaland Airlines.

O'Connor has a very special ability, as long as O'Connor has seen someone, O'Connor will have a very deep memory, this ability can be acquired through training, O'Connor is especially good at this.

"What are you looking at?" The short-haired little beauty was unhappy with O'Connor's absent-mindedness.

"Don't make a fuss—" Once O'Connor is in working mode, it doesn't matter if it's short or long-haired, the beauties are pink skeletons.

The short-haired beauty bit her silver teeth, and immediately a handsome young man with oily hair and pink face came over to talk.

O'Connor leaned back on the bar with his glass in his hand, seemingly facing the row of long legs performing on the small stage, and his eyes were always on the beauties and executives in the corner.

The beauty and the executive were chatting in a low voice, as if the executive had told some terrible joke, and the beauty laughed wildly.

O'Connor was keenly aware that the beauty took out a handbag from her leather bag and placed it on the table.

Immediately afterward, the executive took out an identical handbag from his bosom and placed it on the table.

Then the beauty seemed to inadvertently and casually wrapped the executive's hand into her own purse.

O'Connor slammed the glass on the bar, threw the 20 rand to the bartender, who had not yet warmed up, and got up and walked over to the beauty and executive in the corner.

The executive and the beauty were shaking hands to say goodbye, and O'Connor grabbed the executive's hand directly and snapped the handcuffs with a click.

"What for?"

"What for!"

The beauty and the executive exclaimed at the same time.

O'Connor grabbed the beauty's wrist like lightning, and the handcuffs went straight up.

The beautiful woman picked up the glass of water on the table and threw it in O'Connor's face.

O'Connor didn't pity the jade, and punched the beautiful woman in the stomach.

"Whew-" The beauty screamed, but it was no different from the agent in the interrogation room.

O'Connor didn't give any room to resist, and smashed his fist back on the beauty's neck, knocking him unconscious and handcuffing him in one go.

Only then did the executive come back to his senses and look at O'Connor trembling: "You, you, who are you?" ”

"I'm O'Connor, a senior agent in Brad's office, you're Randall of Nyasaland Airlines, right, we met at Nyasaland Airlines' annual meeting, remember me?" O'Connor teased.

Randall nodded subconsciously, then shook his head, indicating that he had no impression of O'Connor.

"That's right if you don't remember, remember me next time, so we won't have a similar misunderstanding-" O'Connor was polite, and the action of searching the beauty was extra meticulous.

"Yes, yes, yes, it's all a misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding—" Randall nodded as if he had grasped a life-saving straw.

Only then did the others react, the music in the bar was paused, and a few strong men who were still wrestling their wrists just now clenched their fists and laughed evilly.

O'Connor didn't talk nonsense, and while showing his papers, he opened his shirt to reveal the pistol at his waist.

The strong men were stunned for a moment, and the strong men led by them reacted quickly: "Sir, do you need our help?" ”

"No, I can do it myself!" O'Connor couldn't laugh or cry, all of them were talents, and it was a waste to run to the bar and wrestle their wrists.

Finally, no one interfered, and O'Connor was satisfied, and the search for the perfect woman began to search O'Connor's body.

Executives, obviously financially strong, have a thick pile of cash in their wallets, and O'Connor unceremoniously puts them in his wallet.

"Please, please—" Randall's heart was dripping blood.

O'Connor wasn't in a hurry, knowing that there was a siren going off outside the bar, so he gently patted Randall's face: "Is it a misunderstanding, let's go to Brad's office and talk slowly-"

Randall was like a puddle of mud by this time, sitting on the ground without the slightest reaction.

Several cops rushed in and took Randall and the unawakened beauty away.

The inspector who led the team also joked with O'Connor and asked if he would like to return to Brad's office with him.

O'Connor then remembered the short-haired beauty, and when he turned around, he found the short-haired beauty holding a cup of Long Island iced tea and smiling at O'Connor.

O'Connor was not welcome, and returned to his place to find that his glass was gone.

Without waiting for O'Connor to call the bartender, the bartender directly pushed a long-range bomber to O'Connor: "Please slow down sir, this cup is a gift from our manager, by the way, you are very handsome just now, this is from my personal respect——"

ps: Today's third watch, if you don't ask for votes, you really don't vote, you don't have a conscience -