Darkness gradually invaded.
In addition to the cold night wind, there was also a sense of foreboding. Mulde and Scali parked the black car far away on another street.
Then, they went around to a dark alley.
Scali did not mind the sewage and garbage under her feet, but when the third mouse scurried past her feet, she frowned.
He frowned slightly. "Mu De, why do we have to wait for someone here?"
The former agent was also a little helpless. He explained faintly, "Probably because we really pissed him off before …"
Before he finished speaking,
A black shadow emerged from the trash can at the end of the alley. Scali subconsciously put her hand into the pocket of her windbreaker and pressed down on the body of the gun.
But the black shadow had already walked over.
And revealed another small person behind him.
"Harry … and Mr. Snape." Mulde breathed a sigh of relief and calmly called out the names of the people who came.
Snape only nodded slightly when he came closer. Harry called out to them separately.
Then, he asked, "The person you're waiting for hasn't arrived yet?"
Mulde showed a bitter smile, "No. And I'm not sure if he'll keep the appointment.
After all, in a previous incident, we may have pissed him off … "
"To be precise,
You should be the one who pissed him off. "Scali rolled her eyes at Mulde and then frowned.
"But only he can take us to that place."
Harry and Snape looked at each other and did not speak.
After the "bloody disaster" that day,
Professor Xavier asked the two agents through Kolssen to search the United States for cities with abnormal weather and dark and rainy weather.
The two agents were quite respectful to their former leader.
Without alerting anyone, they were able to efficiently investigate two places. One of them was the simple and honest Gotham City, which Harry immediately killed. The other was a famous lawless place. It rained for three hundred days in a year, and the remaining sixty or so days were covered by dark clouds. It was said that the streets there were always wet, and occasionally, nameless corpses would grow out of the corners of the walls.
“sin
City … "Harry muttered. The City of Sin, a city that was rotten to the bones.
Snape's understanding of the City of Sin was limited to written reports, but judging from Harry's tone when he mentioned it, it should be far more complicated than he imagined. Mulde wanted to introduce the two to who they were waiting for during this time, but the sound of horns and music came from the alley far away. Then, the bright lights of a car shone directly, making the agents squint their eyes.
Scully was more direct, "the."
son
of
Bitch … "
After the glare subsided, Harry raised his head again and looked curiously at the entrance of the alley. He saw a "gorgeous" little broken car honking at them. As for why this little broken car was gorgeous, imagine a food stall sign at the entrance of the night market, fill it with a few horns, and fill it with graffiti from Xiamen's Furong Tunnel, and it would not be far from the mark.
A bare-chested, skinny man wearing a vest was sitting in the driver's seat and waving at Mulde. After seeing the two agents' faces, the smile on his face widened. "Hey, Miss Scali, long time no see!"
Scali repeated the swear word in a low voice. Then, the group walked forward, and Mulde introduced them. "This is Mr. Jeff Swain …"
"People usually call me Dr. Hard Head." Swain touched the mustache on his chin and smiled. Although he didn't get out of the car, his eyes flashed and he had already looked at the group of people. "Miss Scali, I didn't know there were four of you?"
When Mulde was looking for an excuse to fool Swain, the window of the back seat of the small car was suddenly pulled down. A blue bald head poked out, showing a row of white teeth. Harry, who was standing next to him, was so scared that he almost shouted Avatar. Taking a closer look, this guy was cooler than Avatar. From Harry's angle, he couldn't see whether he was wearing clothes or not, but this big guy's naked upper body was covered with tattoos, like a fine jigsaw puzzle.
Swain glanced behind and smiled leisurely. "That's Mr. Riddle, my good buddy."
The tattooed man, Mr. Riddle, seemed to only show his face to scare Harry. After looking at the others, he seemed to feel that it was meaningless and retreated.
However, from the open window, Harry had seen clearly that this small car was at most a four-seater, and listening to Mulde and Swain's conversation, they were going to squeeze into this car to enter Sin City.
city？
Mulde tried to persuade him. "Dana and I drove here."
Sven's smile revealed eight crooked teeth. "I know, I saw it. But your car can't enter the City of Sin. Trust me, even if they stand 500 meters away, they can smell the scent of a decent person from your well-behaved little black car! "
The communication didn't work. On one hand, Mulde had a request, and on the other hand, he really didn't dare to annoy this eccentric performance artist. He could only say, "Then we'll drive behind you first."
Swain waved his hand. "Just come up, I have to change your clothes first. — To be honest, you should have told me that there are four people in total. We didn't prepare so many costumes. "
So the final arrangement was for Scali to sit in the front passenger seat, which made the female agent frown from beginning to end. Mulde and Snape squeezed in the back seat with Mr. Riddle. What? Harry? Harry of course sat on Snape's lap.
The back seat was already small, but there were four people squeezed in. Scali felt bad and said to Harry, "Can you come to the front and squeeze with me?"
However, Harry blushed and felt that he wasn't a child anymore. He was too embarrassed to sit on Scali's lap, so he refused. "It's okay, I'll just lower my head. But won't this car really tilt up?"
Swain, who was driving, laughed. "Don't underestimate it. At most, we've squeezed a whole troupe into this car!" His official identity was a circus leader.
Regardless of whether it was cramped or not, it was just that the carriage was a little too short. Harry could not lift his head from Snape's lap and could only lean on him. This made Snape, who was already unhappy with this mission, even more depressed. Harry was even more depressed. He sat facing the inside of the car, so from his point of view, Mr. Riddle really didn't wear any clothes, only a tattered cloth around his waist. When the car bumped, some indescribable things would be exposed. However, Mr. Riddle didn't care. He was still seriously catching a cockroach running across the car seat with his fingers. After catching it, he stuffed it directly into his mouth and smiled innocently …
Swain just took them to a deserted residential building, then took out two bags from the trunk and said gracefully, "In order to show humanitarianism, I've prepared two sets of clothes for each of the two agents, but there are four of you … Well, Mr. Riddle, would you like to give your pants to Mr. Mulde?"
Mr. Riddle seemed to be a die-hard fan of Swain. When he heard Swain's words, he was about to take off his cloth. Mulde hurriedly stopped him and stared at Swain. "Let's look at the clothes first."
Sven wanted them to pretend to be circus members and sneak in. Naturally, he had prepared circus costumes. This circus was not a proper circus. It took the route of a deformed show, and the costumes were not proper. They would save as much fabric as possible. The men's costumes were a little better. They were just trousers and waistcoats, but the women's costumes … One set was quite sexy leather pants and a chest wrap, and the other was a translucent black gauze dress.
Harry pondered for a moment and felt that Agent Scali might be the one who had a grudge with Swain.
Mulde looked at the clothes in front of him and began to look at Harry and Snape. However, Harry could only look back at him helplessly. For the sake of caution, Professor Xavier had seriously told them not to use magic if they could.
Swain said excitedly, "What do you think? Why don't we ask Mr. Riddle to lend you his pants? "
No! Everyone refused with their eyes. Not to mention how awkward it would be to squeeze with Mr. Riddle, who would want to wear his "pants" even if they didn't mind him walking his bird.
It couldn't be helped. Harry still played the role of a savior. "I'll wear women's clothes!"
Anyway, he was still young and his sexual characteristics were not obvious. Wearing women's clothes would not be so out of place. In addition — Harry helplessly covered his face — he had been Polly Garde anyway!
Mulde breathed a sigh of relief and felt that it was good to solve the problem this way. Snape was expressionless. Swain seemed a little regretful, but he did not say anything. He just pretended to spread out his hands. "On the left is the women's changing room, on the right is the men's changing room. Please hurry."
The two men quickly changed and came out. Mulde was very honest and bare-chested. Snape carefully changed his black shirt into a white jacket and specially made two holes. To be honest, even so, Snape's temperament was closer to the circus than Mulde's.
"You're like a sheriff in an old-fashioned comic," Swain criticized.
Scali also came out. She wore the leather pants and a chest wrap. Although she was a little restrained at first, she soon recovered her composure. Swain rummaged through the trunk and handed her a leather whip. "This looks more harmonious!"
Finally, Harry slipped out against the wall and stood in front of everyone. He wanted to cry but had no tears. The sexy gauze dress that the ladies wore was close to their thighs, but he wore a three-inch nightgown. The suspenders that were close to his collarbone had become two dry straight lines. So Harry looked like he was stuffed into a straight black sackcloth bag. He was not sexy at all.
"How can this be?" Swain was shocked.
Scali carefully looked at Harry for a while and found the key. "He has no breasts!"
Without the rise and fall of one part, the whole dress became straight and straight.
Harry righteously refused Swain's offer of a rubber bra, opting instead to tie a knot in the sling so that his small, flat chest would not be exposed. Scully dug a piece of twine out of the trunk and told Harry to tie his own waistline, and that was how it would go.
The group went back to the road and squeezed into their original position. Swain made up fake identities for them as he drove. "Remember, you are now members of the March Rose Circus. You are coming with me to the City of Sin to meet the March Queen, Martha Rose. Mulde, you are Mr. Miracle, Liberty. You can swallow glass without hurting your throat. Scali, you are the Queen of Scars, Hina. You are the best at wielding a whip. The two of you are replacing the original members of the troupe. Your figures and appearances are similar. As for the other two, Mr. Black Face and the cross-dressing boy, you can only pretend to be newcomers. So, don't talk too much. If there is something wrong, just say that you two lied to me and asked me to bring you into the City of Sin.
Do you understand? "Scali heard that Swain was getting more and more ridiculous. She asked," Will anyone come to interrogate us? "
Swain smiled, but his tone was still serious. "The police, the bullies, the prostitutes, or any passerby on the street can stop us and interrogate us. Once someone finds out your real intention …" He let go of one of his hands that was holding the steering wheel and pressed it against his temple, making a "bang" sound.
"In the City of Sin, everyone has the right to judge outsiders." Swain said lightly. "That's why it's called Sin.
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