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Chapter 73 Bar Night

Alcohol is the ticket to a psychedelic paradise.

The spinning disco ball evenly shared the atmosphere with every drinker present. Red represented passion, blue represented coolness, and purple represented ambiguity. Under the changing interplay of light and shadow, people unveiled the bloody masks embedded in their faces, exposing their foolish and ignorant smiles to the air.

Because of his drunken father, Qin Wei thought he would never touch alcohol in his life. But when the bitterness of life struck, alcohol would appear alone in his mind, leaving him no choice.

The tip of his tongue was covered by taste buds that sensed sweetness, while the back of his tongue was bitter. He poured a small glass of wine and poured it into his mouth along the channel formed by his curled tongue. The sweet and bitter sensations collided back and forth in his cerebral cortex like the ringing of a bell.

This is anything but mild; drinking too fast always leads to drunkenness, and that's what happens when you're drunk.

Selena, who was laughing so hard she was practically shaking her head, sat opposite him.

This girl didn't seem much better; she was telling lame jokes that weren't funny at all, and reveling in the joyful atmosphere she had created for herself.

Qin Wei just watched her, downing one glass of wine after another.

"Wei, what I said isn't funny, is it?" Selena changed the subject, lifting her heavy eyelids to look into the eyes hidden in the shadows of her brow bone.

"It might be funny, but my threshold for laughter is too high."

"But anyway, thank you for listening to me." She reached out and placed her cold hand on Qin Wei's arm.

"When I was a child, my mother told me that the secret to success was to please men, just like her, to find a suitable night to climb onto the bed of those big shots, put your index finger to your lips, and use your teeth to unbutton his shirt one button at a time."

"Thanks to her, I completed the necessary courses on how to be a despicable bitch very early on. How to throw an irresistible flirtatious glance, when to lift a corner of the skirt, what poses to make the dress strap slip down, giving men plenty of room for their imagination."

Qin Wei shrugged; he had already learned these skills when he first met Selena.

"So you don't like it this way."

"I used to be, but now I've made peace with the past."

"I don't hate it, nor do I like it; it's a way to make a living. In Gotham, no matter how despicable your way of life is, you won't be ridiculed, except when you're broke."

"But the real reason is that I've figured it out. It's just a tool. Now its target is no longer a man's heart, but his pocket, his wrist, and his safe."

Perhaps this is the inspiration that comes from life experience. Selena is only a little older than Jason, but she has already learned to reconcile with the past.

Qin Wei was lost in thought, completely unaware that Selena had extended two fingers and was running with cheerful steps from his forearm all the way to his collar.

Suddenly, Selena grabbed Qin Wei by the collar and pulled him close to her.

"But tonight is different. For the first time, she didn't set her sights on a man's pocket, but on his heart."

A faint scent of wine mingled with the warm breath that touched Qin Wei's face.

Selena was so close that Qin Wei could even feel her body temperature rising; her lips, moistened with wine, glistened in the lamplight.

Qin Wei raised his hand and ran his fingers through her thick, silver hair. Selena's hair had an exquisite texture; it flowed through his fingers, smooth as silk, and exuded the scent of gardenia shampoo.

Under the influence of alcohol, Qin Wei had completely succumbed. Now, if he simply tilted his head up a little more, their lips would be pressed together in a passionate embrace.

In fact, that's exactly what he was going to do. Whatever the connection between Selena and Falcone, all he wanted to do at that moment was to pry open her full, alluring lips and find that nimble little tongue.

But then, my phone in my pocket vibrated at an inopportune moment.

NO! God! Please!!!!! NO!!

Just like Evan, the news anchor who was tricked by Bruce's divine power in "Bruce Almighty," Qin Wei's heart erupted with a desperate cry.

As the initiator and commander of the entire plan, he could not possibly ignore this text message, which might contain crucial information.

"The intelligent control system warns that the vehicle is under attack. The threat level is low."

After glancing at his phone, Qin Wei took out the monitor of the Batmobile from his bag and discovered that it was speeding along the mountain road, followed by more than a dozen police cars.

"Jason, is your problem serious?"

……

"I should be able to shake them off after I get down the mountain."

Jason's tone was unusually calm, and his eyes under the hood gleamed with a cold light. If Qin Wei hadn't repeatedly warned him not to clash with the police before he left, he would have definitely driven the Batmobile to throw diamond-shaped spikes, letting those rice barn rats behind him taste the bitterness of being thrown about.

"That's good. I'll plan the escape route for you. Just focus on driving." Qin Wei's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

He is currently playing the role of Alfred, protecting the young "master".

Jason turned the steering wheel all the way, the rear wheels turned ninety degrees, and the Batmobile, without slowing down at all, cut into the U-turn in an extremely bizarre manner.

The police cars chasing behind weren't so capable, flashing their brake lights.

A series of ear-piercing screeching brakes echoed along the mountain road.

"Damn it, what kind of car is this? Tell the guys at the police station to send more people to block off the road down the mountain and put tire spikes on it!" A police officer angrily pounded on the car door as the Batmobile gradually disappeared into the darkness.

Jason's situation was still not optimistic after shaking off the car behind him. Police lights came on again down the mountain road, and another group of police officers came up the mountain, seemingly planning to surround and trap him in the middle of the mountain road.

Leading the way were two armored vehicles with anti-collision barriers made of two thick steel plates welded to the front. The windows were covered with iron mesh, and a light machine gun was extended from the sunroof and aimed at the driver's cabin. This was the Gotham Police Department's ultimate bargaining chip, but it was still not enough in front of the heavily armed Batmobile.

The police car stopped at the end of the mountain road, its red and blue lights illuminating the entire mountainside.

"This is the Gotham Central Police Department. You are surrounded. Get out of the car with your hands behind your head within thirty seconds, or we will take force!"

Two police officers jogged to lay tire spikes on the road, then hunched over and hurriedly retreated to their cover.

Jason saw everything and curled his lip.

"It seems we can't get past this without resorting to force."

"Yes, but I suggest you minimize your losses. The Gotham Police are not our enemy at the moment."

As Qin Wei finished speaking, the heart-pounding roar of the engine crashed wildly through the mountain road.

The explosion-proof vehicle also rushed up.

Two machine guns opened fire at full power, their red-hot muzzles gleaming and roaring, scattering spent shell casings like raindrops across the ground. At the same time, several grenade launchers fired from behind the police cordon, trailing long plumes of smoke as they crashed into the Batmobile.