Taking advantage of the second opening of the door, two spider drones crawled in through the crack in the door and hid in a suitable position to transmit the situation in the room.
With his back to Phil, Lamarr poured some medicine into the glasses and walked toward his "prey" with two glasses of wine.
Luke smacked his forehead. What was going on?
He didn't think that Phil would be so stupid as to fall for it, but Lamarr wasn't someone who cared about face.
If the drug didn't work, he wouldn't hesitate to use violence.
Would Phil let a scum bully him? That was obviously impossible.
Thinking that, Luke sighed and walked out of the bar.
If things really got out of hand, he could only get the information out of Iron Hand Lamarr's head as soon as possible.
How much he could gain would depend on luck.
Get Phil to sell his "beauty"? Luke couldn't do it, and neither could Phil.
Unless it was a personal hobby, S.H.I.E.L.D. agents didn't have any rules for making deals with criminals.
In a luxurious suite on the first floor, Phil smiled as he looked at Lamarr, who had arrived with a glass of wine.
The model of the Thousand Faces One, together with his signature smile, presented Lamarr with a different kind of … temptation.
That was right. At that moment, the model's short, light-colored hair and strong body had a neutral and masculine beauty. Combined with a gentle smile, it tasted as wonderful as a cocktail.
Lamarr admitted that he was tempted.
Unfortunately, after being rejected by this "Lanny" several times in a row, he didn't have the patience to pursue her.
If he got a woman, he would give her more money if he liked her, and if she didn't, he would throw her out of the bar. If she was too long-winded, he would sell her on the ship.
He, Iron Hand Lamarr, was such a ruthless, iron-blooded man.
Calmly, Phil accepted the glass with both hands and thanked him softly, "Thank you, Lamarr. I didn't expect you to approve of my dancing skills so much. But I need to think about a long-term contract. "
A smug look flashed in Lamarr's eyes as he said perfunctorily, "No, Lanny, I can see your dancing skills. I admire it … huh?"
His gaze suddenly fell on his right arm that was handing over the wine, and "Lanny"'s left hand fell there.
She wore a pair of thin black gloves that reached her elbows. This was added at Lanny's request, saying that it would highlight her C-position demeanor.
Lamar also approved of this combination. With the long black gloves, the pair of arms looked even more fair and enchanting.
But at this moment, the five fingers of the black glove were like needles, piercing through the skin of his right forearm and deeply stabbing into his flesh.
The smile of "Lanny" in front of him was still so gentle, no different from before.
Lamarr sensed danger. His eyes widened, he clenched his teeth and swung his left fist at "her".
The black fist drew an afterimage in the air and arrived in an instant.
Phil's expression changed. At the same time that he raised his right arm, he pulled Lama's right arm with his left hand. He borrowed the force to dodge to his opponent's right, trying to distance himself from that terrifying fist.
But the speed of his opponent's left fist was beyond imagination.
Just as Phil raised his right arm, he had already struck it heavily.
Ka-cha!
Phil felt his right arm go numb, followed by an immense pain.
He decisively gave up on locking onto Lamarr's right arm and quickly retreated along with the immense force of the punch.
With a bang, his body knocked away the coffee table and fell onto a single sofa.
The huge inertia flipped him over along with the sofa.
The black man who brought Phil in vaguely heard the commotion, but he had no intention of going in. Instead, he chuckled, "Wow, didn't Boss Lamarr say he would be gentler this time? Making such a big commotion again, aren't you afraid of people dying? "
Then, he thought of Lanny's strong body and couldn't help but swallow his saliva. "These guys are really strong. Boss is lucky."
…
At this moment, intense gunshots suddenly rang out from the roof opposite the bar.
Four or five automatic weapons fired at the same time, shattering the glass windows on the upper floors of the bar.
In less than a few seconds, almost all the black men in the bar received the attack notice from the walkie-talkie and started to rush upstairs and to the back door.
Forget about the entrance. With the intense gunshots, it was very likely that it would turn into a hornet's nest in an instant.
The guests in the bar, however, had no idea what was going on outside. The loud music and the two layers of soundproof doors divided the inside and outside worlds.
Taking advantage of the moment the black men opened the door, Luke, who was invisible, entered the small door and snuck into the first basement floor.
The defenses on the first basement floor weren't strict, and were only very ordinary. They weren't on the same level as the second basement floor at all.
Luke's stealth system was already effective enough on the first basement floor, where there wasn't much light.
At that moment, he ordered the spider drone to cut off the power to the bar.
The bar's daily power and backup power went dark at the same time, including the first basement floor.
In the room, the battle between Lamarr and Phil had also entered an extremely dangerous state.
Feeling his body gradually turn numb, Lamarr knew that he didn't have much of a chance. With a furious roar, he stomped on the concrete floor and punched Phil with his left fist again.
Phil's right arm hung low, and he couldn't raise it at all.
He knew that he had been a little careless this time. He hadn't expected Lamarr's "Iron Hand" to be such a terrifying mechanical arm, and his body could even resist powerful anesthetics.
Phil's thin black gloves, on the other hand, were just nano gloves. They were excellent in support, but didn't increase his strength at all.
Thus, he could only move quickly and take advantage of the environment to fight back.
But Lamarr's furious roar made his heart sink.
If the other party called his subordinates over, the nano gloves wouldn't be able to block bullets, and the other party could trap him in the room and turn him into a sieve.
What was worse was that Lamarr's speed had also skyrocketed, and he wouldn't be able to hide for long.
Although the situation was critical, Phil still didn't panic.
As an old agent, he had encountered this sort of life-and-death situation too many times, and his nerves were already as tough as steel.
He wouldn't give up even the slightest chance until the very last moment.
Suddenly, the room was plunged into darkness.
Phil was alarmed, but he could vaguely see two red dots flashing in front of him.
He subconsciously moved away from them and dodged Lamarr's punch.
With a flash of inspiration, Phil knew what the two red dots were — they were Lamarr's eyes.
This also proved once again that Lamarr wasn't an ordinary person!
After understanding that, Phil quickly retreated according to his memory of where the furniture was.
Losing the light wasn't necessarily a bad thing for him.
Since both sides couldn't see each other, the stronger and faster one would naturally be at a disadvantage.
However, the red dots that represented Lamarr's eyes didn't stop and continued charging at him.
Phil cursed in his heart, guessing that the other party might have night vision.
Although the room was dark, there was still some faint light emitted by some electrical appliances, which was enough for some night vision equipment to work.
However, Lamarr only relied on his eyes to see at night. Could this be another superpower?
At that moment, he tripped, and his calf hit some furniture. His body couldn't help but fall backward.
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