Video bloggers in American comics

Feasting and feasting.

Sometimes it is an imagery metaphor used to describe the prosperity of the city.

Now, it's a statement...

Zhang Ming squinted his eyes and rubbed his temples vigorously. The red lights flashing above his head made his head swell.

This is a nightclub on Sixth Avenue, Pushkin Square. It's one o'clock at midnight, which is when business is busiest.

People on the dance floor were swaying wildly to the DJ's songs, and the air was filled with the smell of hormones, cigarettes, alcohol and sweat.

Zhang Ming took a deep breath and almost fainted due to choking.

There is a half-person-high catwalk in the middle of the dance floor and on both sides of the dance floor. There is a steel pipe inserted on the catwalk. Young ladies in cool clothes circle the steel pipe, showing off their soft figures.

I don’t know why, but my clothes have become less and less unknowingly.

"Hey! Zhang Ming, are you okay?"

As a native American, Franklin was obviously more adaptable to this environment than Zhang Ming. He swayed slightly with the music and looked around with his eyes, looking for their target.

Zhang Ming waved his hand and said, "Just keep an eye on me. I'll go outside to get some fresh air and I'll be back soon."

After having dinner at Roman's Restaurant and drinking milk under Angela's supervision, Zhang Ming and Franklin embarked on a journey to find the long-haired man in the photo.

They searched one by one according to the red dots on the map, because the FBI found out that the long-haired man was a trafficker. During this period, they inevitably came into contact with local gangsters.

Those little hooligans were peddling some kind of white pills in the nightclub. Zhang Ming didn't have to do anything. After he put a few US dollar bills on the table, someone came to him sneakily.

Zhang Ming used the fear of being caught as an excuse to take the gangster to a deserted place. The gangster relied on being confident in his own territory, and as a result, he was subjected to socialist criticism and education by Zhang Ming.

However, to Zhang Ming's surprise, none of them recognized the man in the photo.

Judging from the way they rolled their eyes in shock, Zhang Ming speculated that these hooligans must be telling the truth.

Zhang Ming and Franklin spent a whole night searching one place after another, and finally got the news from a gangster.

"deathlife".

Translated, it means "Life or Death" nightclub.

"I saw this long-haired man there. He went there several times just in the past two days, and he may be there today. What I say is true. You have to believe me."

Said a bearded gangster who was beaten into a pig's head.

This was a gangster with personality. Not only did he have a long beard, he also had tattoos on his lips, upper eyelids and earlobes. Zhang Ming couldn't help but look at it a few more times, and the painting was crooked.

"What kind of tattoo do you have?" Zhang Ming couldn't help but ask.

At the mention of tattoos, the bearded gangster became less frightened and introduced to Zhang Ming: "The crane on the eyelids, the Chinese dragon on the lips, and the words 'Kung' and 'Fu' tattooed on the ears respectively.

I have been fond of Chinese culture since I was a child, and I want to make money by selling... I mean selling these things. If I have the opportunity to travel to China, I can go to the Shaolin Temple to learn real Kung Fu! Wait, do you know Chinese Kung Fu? Are you that kind of hero?

?"

Hearing the bearded gangster say "Da shrimp", Zhang Ming felt a little pained.

"If you really like Chinese culture, don't make money from this kind of thing."

When it came to his hometown, Zhang Ming's attitude towards the bearded gangster became a little better.

Unexpectedly, when the bearded gangster saw that Zhang Ming did not refuse, he knelt down and kowtowed to Zhang Ming like he did in the TV series, shouting: "Father Xi! Please search the nest to make him bald!"

This shocked Zhang Ming and Franklin. Seeing that the bearded gangster was about to entangle them again, Zhang Ming subconsciously discharged his electricity. The bearded gangster trembled all over and finally fainted.

After struggling for most of the night, the two men drove to the Life or Death nightclub, waiting for their target to appear.

After talking to Franklin and walking out of the nightclub, the cool night breeze finally made Zhang Ming feel relieved a little.

Maybe Zhang Ming is too conservative.

He still couldn't understand the behavior of spending thousands of dollars to go to nightclubs to drink and get drunk, and also spend the night to play games in Internet cafes with friends.

The remaining money is spent on skewers, ten each of lamb, pork, chicken wings, ribs, kidneys, a bottle of beer costing four yuan, and finally two roasted yams...

Doesn't it smell good?

While Zhang Ming was thinking about the values ​​of the Chinese and American people, two drunk girls in sexy clothes walked out of the nightclub.

Several men standing smoking in the dark pointed at them. Zhang Ming had paid attention to them when he arrived. These people seemed to have been waiting here for a long time.

A girl dares to get so drunk when she comes to a place like this. Isn't this the little white rabbit that has been cleaned and placed in front of the big bad wolf's door?

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall.

This is not a feminist issue like women are free to go home at any time or wear whatever they want, but a real safety issue.

Since you make your own decisions, you have to bear the corresponding risks.

Zhang Ming originally wanted to go back to find Franklin, but he stopped after taking just two steps.

The men at the other end also noticed Zhang Ming and stood up warily.

Zhang Ming took another step, and several men just breathed a sigh of relief.

Zhang Ming stopped again.

Several men: "..."

Zhang Ming took another step. Several men stared at his feet and suddenly spun around in mid-air. Zhang Ming turned around and walked towards the three girls, muttering "mind your own business".

, words like "too busy to panic".

This guy must be sick!

A man threatened Zhang Ming two steps away: "Brother, don't cause trouble, we saw them first."

If he has free time, Zhang Ming is happy to play a role of pretending to be a pig, eating a tiger, and pretending to be a slap in the face. Not only does it feel fun for him, but the video also has a lot of clicks.

However, Zhang Ming, who had spent the whole night smoking hot in the nightclub and had been dealing with internal disputes for a long time, now just wanted to finish his work quickly and go back to his apartment to sleep.

He opened his coat a little, revealing the pistol and knife inside.

"Get lost."

Several men were immediately frightened and ran out of the street, not daring to fart.

Zhang Ming walked up to two poorly dressed girls and snatched the bags from their hands. No matter how they yelled and cursed, he took out his wallet one by one.

The two of them put their money together for less than fifty yuan.

"Two poor devils."

Zhang Ming took out another three hundred dollars from his pocket, then walked to the street and stopped a taxi.

"Sir, what can I do for you?"

Regardless of whether they were comfortable or not, Zhang Ming put the two girls into the back seat of the car and handed the driver three hundred and fifty US dollars.

"Pull these two drunkards to a safe hotel, and then please throw them on the bed and don't do anything they shouldn't do. I will remember your license plate number. If I see similar news tomorrow, I will call the police."

After that, the money is yours."

The driver nodded, happily took the money and disappeared at the corner of the street. It was so easy to make money, and he could also use some gas.

After returning to the nightclub, Franklin handed Zhang Ming a glass of wine: "What happened? You seem to be in a good mood."

Zhang Ming took a sip of wine and said, "I just did a good deed without leaving my name."

"Did you help the old lady cross the street?"

"Is it also popular in the United States to help old ladies cross the street?"

Franklin said dissatisfiedly: "America also has an old lady in poor health."

At this time, a plump girl with a swaying waist came over.

"Hello, my name is Jessica, I noticed you just now."

The woman who called herself Jessica sat down next to Zhang Ming in a familiar manner. She was very close, and Zhang Ming could clearly feel the fullness of her buttocks through her pants.

She leaned most of her body on Zhang Ming and said, "Want to watch dancing? I can dance better than the women above. As long as you draw a small sum of money, I can bring you unimaginable happiness."

"Here?" Zhang Ming asked.

Jessica said: "If you like to be more private, I have prepared a private room, but you have to pay extra."

Zhang Ming winked at Franklin, and he understood. He pretended to be impatient, clapped his hands and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Let's go."

It was said to be a private room, but in fact there were only a few chairs. Jessica closed the door, lit the pink lights, and slowly swayed her body to the music outside.

It can be seen that she has some dancing skills, and she shows her seductive sexiness with just a few simple movements.

Zhang Ming said: "You work here every day?"

"Absolutely. I take a break occasionally. If you still want to see me dance someday, you can go to the bar and talk to the bartender."

In just a few words, she was ready to take off her T-shirt, but Zhang Ming asked her to stop first.

When she heard that she was about to stop, Jessica was like a kitten whose tail had been stepped on, and shouted: "Don't tell me that I need to change people. Even if I need to change people, the money still has to be paid!"

"How much?"

"Fifty... no, one hundred dollars!"

Zhang Ming took out two hundred dollars and handed it to her. Two hundred dollars was only two coins. Recently, the video went viral:

I, Zhang Ming, am rich!

Jessica took the money, looked at it carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with it, she happily sat down and lit a lady's cigarette.

"What on earth do you want to do?" Jessica is not stupid. There is no way the other party will give her money for free.

Zhang Ming took out the target's photo and showed it to her: "Have you seen this person?"

Jessica looked Zhang Ming up and down: "Are you the police?"

Zhang Ming said: "No, we just want to do a business with him."

"Business?" Jessica looked at Zhang Ming and Franklin and her eyes became... intriguing.

"Yes, could you please help me make an introduction?"

Zhang Ming thought she would refuse, but unexpectedly she nodded and said, "Okay, come with me."

Zhang Ming and Franklin looked at each other and felt that something was a little strange. They followed Jessica around and finally came to the backstage.

At this point, the dynamic music had become very weak, and Jessica opened a door:

"Come here and learn from me!"

"Get on the pole, hook your legs, raise your butt, and make sure your eyes are on point!"

"Hey, yes, pay attention to your head..."

Compared with the outside, the area behind the door suddenly became brighter. This was a dance practice room with a teacher and more than a dozen students. Everyone was wearing tights, exposing their arms and thighs. There was a stick in front of everyone.

The pole looks no different from an ordinary dance studio.

The only difference is that the teacher is a man with long hair, tall figure and beautiful appearance...

man.

"Teacher Roy, I'm looking for you."

Jessica knocked on the door and said.

The guy called Mr. Roy heard the voice, shook his long hair, turned his head, his eyes were as tender as water.

"What's wrong, Jessica?"

Zhang Ming looked at him and then at the long-haired man wearing sunglasses in the photo.

Well, alone.

Teacher Roy raised his orchid finger, pointed to the chair next to him, and said to Zhang and Ming, "Wait for me a moment."

He clapped his hands: "It's almost time to go on stage for the final time. Let's do the fourth set of moves again."

Zhang Ming, who was originally prepared to shoot and threaten as soon as he came in, was stunned by this eye-catching scene. He sat obediently on the chair, not squinting, and did not dare to take another look. Instead, he danced enchantingly.

The female students observed Zhang Ming from time to time.

"Attention! Don't be distracted!" Teacher Roy scolded loudly, with a full teacher style.

"This Roy..." Zhang Ming asked Jessica in a low voice.

Jessica said with admiration: "Teacher Roy is the most famous pole dancing master in New York. His students can be found in all major nightclubs in New York."

Zhang Ming asked in a low voice: "Then he runs the business of selling drugs?"

Jessica's voice suddenly rose: "What are you thinking! What Teacher Roy hates most in his life is D-style. He feels that D-style will damage the dancer's body and waste precious talent."

Zhang Ming and Franklin looked at each other.

d-selling?

Dangerous person?

You are fooling a fool here!

How reliable are these FBI guys?

A few minutes later, Teacher Roy ended the class. The students changed their clothes and waved goodbye to him. Then he put on a red and white silk scarf, crossed his legs, and sat opposite Zhang Ming in a charming posture.

"Are you looking for me to learn to dance from me?"

Roy observed Zhang Ming and Franklin, then pointed at Franklin and said, "You can't do it. His muscles are too stiff. He can barely survive. If you want to learn from me..."

Zhang Ming interrupted Roy's words and asked, "Have you seen a foreigner recently who asked you to help transport or receive something?"

"Are you the police?"

This was the second time Zhang Ming heard this question tonight. He said: "FBI."

"Where are the documents?"

"Did not bring."

"Haha." Roy leaned on the back of the chair and gently tangled a few strands of hair on his forehead with his slender white fingers, "Then I can't answer your question."

"I can pay."

"I'm not short of money." Roy stood up and was about to leave.

Zhang Ming said in a deep voice: "What if I insist?"

Roy turned his back to Zhang Ming and smiled, showing two rows of white teeth, and the charm on his face suddenly disappeared.

"You can try."

Franklin was the first to lose his temper. He was just a thin man dancing on a pole. He yelled and reached out to grab Roy.

Unexpectedly, Roy, who had his back to Franklin, grabbed Franklin's wrist as if he had eyes behind his back, pulled it, and finally kicked Franklin's leg, slamming him hard with a standard over-the-shoulder throw.

He fell to the ground.

"I told you, your muscles are too stiff and you have no talent."

Roy held Franklin's hand so that the palm and wrist formed an angle. As long as he moved a little, he would suffer severe pain. Franklin lay on the ground and couldn't get up at all.

"It's your turn, the handsome boy from the East." Roy raised his fingers towards Zhang Ming.

Then, Roy saw a flash of silver-white light, he was tied tightly, and a stream of electricity flowed from Zhang Ming's palm.

A second later, he flopped to the ground.

The tongue sticks out and is still twitching.