Why would I join the army if I can’t drive a Gundam!

Chapter 32 Boss, You Don’t Want to…

"What kind of bar would there be in this place?"

The driver of car number four looked curiously at the deep corridor in front of them leading downwards, and couldn't help but speak.

"I'm afraid it's not a lie, right?"

"You don't understand this!"

His driver looked like an experienced person and spoke in a boastful tone.

"Generally speaking, the more prestigious a bar is, the more secretive it is. Some even require membership, and you can't get in without someone you know leading the way..."

"So, how many bars are you a member of?"

Macharius, who was at the front of the team, suddenly stopped and asked curiously.

"Well, I, my family are not..."

"Then you said it so proudly, I thought you were!"

His team leader slapped the driver on the head in anger, and his brothers’ expectations were in vain!

Led by Macharius, the crowd walked down the corridor quickly with flashlights, and then continued to move forward along the downward stairs, turning left and right for nearly five or six minutes, and then stopped in front of a semicircular gate.

On the right side of the door frame, there was a flashing neon sign advertising a beautiful bar girl. Obviously, this was Macharius's destination.

"We're here. Remember what I said, behave yourself when you go in. But be prepared!"

"I understand. Don't worry, everyone has their weapons!"

As they spoke, several of them lifted up their clothes at the same time, revealing the telescopic electric batons underneath. After all, they had asked for leave to go out, so they definitely couldn't bring pistols, so they could only bring something else they could carry!

"I don't mean a fight, forget it!"

Macharius waved his hand and pushed open the door.

Behind the gate, there is another downward passage, but this time it doesn’t go very deep, just a short one floor. There is a chandelier hanging at the top of the passage, and melodious music can be heard from below the passage.

After walking down the stairs, everyone was able to get a glimpse of the entire bar. On their left was the bar, and in front was a row of booths. In the empty areas on both sides of the booths were several small round tables.

There was a faint smell of rum in the air, probably coming from the rows of barrels deeper inside.

The melodious music that everyone heard was played by the jukebox next to the booth.

"stop!"

When Macharius was about to step in, a burly man with his face covered with a newspaper, who seemed to be dozing off, suddenly called out to everyone on the sofa to the right of the stairs.

"Children are not allowed in here, get out!"

As if to prevent anyone from entering, the burly man then stood in front of Macharius, blocking his way.

"Don't make me repeat it a second time!"

"I don't want to repeat myself. The Führer's Guard is checking the water meter. If you don't want a whole battalion of military police to come and raze this place to the ground, get out of the way!"

Macharius pulled out an ID with the SS logo from his pocket and waved it in front of the burly man's face.

When the latter saw the sign, many expressions flashed across his face, including disgust and panic, but then, as if he had made up his mind, he opened his arms and continued to stand in front of Macharius.

"Even if the military police come, you can't get in!"

"You boy!"

Seeing this, the people behind Macharius wanted to say something, but were stopped by a gesture of waving his hands.

"Okay, Gao Man, everyone who comes is a guest, let them in!"

A gentle female voice interrupted the stalemate between the two sides, causing the strong man's expression to tense.

"But, ma'am..." "It's okay, let them in!"

The sturdy man reluctantly gave way, and then everyone saw the source of the gentle female voice.

A beautiful woman in a black fitted dress, with her dazzling blonde hair pulled back into a bun, was cleaning glasses behind the bar. Also standing behind the bar was a bartender wearing a butler's jacket, also looking nervous.

"What do you want to drink? It's on me!"

"Eight glasses of milk. If you don't have any, soda will do. The rest is a tip!"

Macharius took a seat at the bar with a familiar manner, then took out a hundred-hite note from his pocket and placed it on the bar.

“This is the first time I’ve seen someone from the Führer’s Guard pay with federal currency!

The woman smiled, busying herself with her hands, and then placed a glass of soda with lemon slices and a plate of biscuits in front of Macharius.

"Is federal money also money, or do you not accept it here?"

"Of course I will, but it seems a bit too much!"

The woman took the bill and put it into the cash register behind the bar.

"Well, I'll order something else. Is there anything to eat?"

"What do you want to eat? You can order anything!"

"Then please give me a steak set, thank you!"

"Hey, kid, this is a bar!"

The bartender beside him heard this and said with both anger and laughter.

"No problem, go help our guests!"

The woman looked at the bartender, who frowned and thought for a few seconds, then nodded obediently and left the bar. As for the strong man, he had already left when Macharius and the others came in.

"Okay, now that everyone else has left, can you tell me why you're here, little one?"

"Macarius Klini, a third-year student at the Federal Armored Academy, is 16 years old and his family has a bit of money!"

When the woman heard Macharius introduce himself, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, but soon she laughed at the answer.

"This isn't a blind date, Claurel Harmon. As you can see, I'm the bar owner. As for my age, sorry, the lady's age is a secret!"

"It's okay. It can be turned into a blind date, Ms. Harmon. I personally have great potential. If you have any ideas, you can consider me!"

"Hahaha……"

The blonde woman who called herself Harmon suddenly couldn't stop smiling.

"You're really entertaining, little brother. However, you, the Federation student, didn't come here just to have fun with an old woman like me, did you?"

"That's true. Then I'll get straight to the point, ma'am. I want to save this country!"

Macharius suppressed the expression on his face and spoke seriously, word by word.

"And your fate!"

"You, and the fate of Rambaral!"

Hearing Macharius say this, the expression on the blonde woman's face did not change at all. She still looked at Macharius with her original gentle smile.

"So, can you tell me how you want to save us?"

"I have to ask you, and who else, that is. The way to salvation is not in my hands, but in yours!"

Macharius still answered very seriously.

(End of this chapter)