Chapter 1616

Tokyo is a very interesting place.

Luke found it interesting not because of its prosperity, but because of its large population.

As soon as there are more people, there will be more things, more crimes, and experience points can be found everywhere.

Some of them are really excessive, some of them are wonderful.

Luke is familiar with the road and steals himself in the dark, which is far from a small ice bead.

In the storage space, how many of these mass-produced ice beads are there.

Take and throw as you go, and destroy automatically.

Before, I didn't use this one, mainly because it was not heavy enough, and it was easy to float when its range was far away.

But with the primary accuracy of the target eye and the powerful force, it is said that the head will never explode if the target is knocked out within 50 meters.

It's not that he sympathizes with criminals, but ordinary crimes also break out. That's not like the keyboard judges of the last generation, who are prone to death.

Knock dizzy, just the most worry.

In Tokyo, it's also common to see drunkards in the middle of the night.

As for whether these "drunken" criminals will be violated by others, it's not a question Luke needs to worry about.

This way of doing good is too hidden. Neither the criminal nor the victim can see the little ice bead in the dark.

The next day, many ghost stories spread in Tokyo. Some were told by criminals and some by victims. Both sides were scared to think about it after the fact.

After Los Angeles and New York, Luke continued his efforts, adding a horror urban legend to Tokyo.

He didn't feel it at all, just watched the system add more than 6000 experience points in one night.

The criminals who knock on the street can't get such a high score, of course, but they brought three small drug nests along the way in one night, and gained a lot of money, so they got this number.

Every step is a thousand miles away. The ancients did not deceive me. Luke looked out of the window and took a sip of coffee.

"Well, are you an actor?" A girl's voice came from his side.

Luke's side: "No. Besides, I don't take photos or exchange phone numbers. Thank you. "

With that, he turned around again, ignoring the twenty seventh girl who came up to talk this morning.

Although it's interesting to be accosted by female guests in the maid's Cafe, it's just interesting.

I have to say that among the girls I met from yesterday to today, the white lady was barely accepted by him.

But he is not interested in having fun in neon because of his higher taste.

A max in New York alone, with his "absolute height" mind, can crush 99.99% of the neon women in seconds.

It's hard for a big guy who is used to eating two abalone to be interested in ten or twenty abalone.

As for the maid Luke couldn't help sighing.

It can only be said that when the second dimension becomes the third dimension, the fantasy is always too easy to be disillusioned.

Even though the coffee shop he chose is the most expensive and the best maid coffee shop in Akihabara, the quality of the maid can only be said to be OK.

Most of the other "maids" he saw on the way to Akihabara were not as good as the roadside chatting paper for his younger sister, who was in poor condition.

Of course, the overall standard of these "maids" is much higher than that of ordinary neon women, which is enough to deal with house men and tourists.

On the other hand, the drinks and food in the maid's coffee shop are also sloppy.

The coffee material is not bad, the coffee maker's technical level is not clear, but the jacquard technology is not bad, that is, the taste is not right for Luke's "American" customers.

He ordered a blue mountain and a cappuccino.

Blue mountain is for himself.

As we all know, neon people monopolize more than half of the production of real blue mountain coffee beans.

What do Luke think are their unique skills in making Blue Mountain coffee?

As a result He didn't drink anything. He felt like a coffee machine in the police lounge.

Cappuccino is sweet and has a strong milk flavor.

This is the taste of daiserina. With just one sip, someone immediately helps her refuse to drink a second sip.

Finally, there is the legendary love egg BaoFan.

The most lovely little maid in the shop asked him with a little star in her eyes what kind of design he wanted to draw for the tomato sauce of the eggnog, and he hesitated: "anything is OK?"

The little maid's mind was all on his face, and when she heard the words, she just nodded subconsciously: "yes, master, our craftsmanship is very good."

Luke nodded and pondered for two seconds: "then draw a zero wing EW."

Little maid: (; '-')?

Luke looked at her expression and nodded regretfully, "it doesn't look good. Instead of attacking freeda?"

Little maid: (つ﹏)!

Luke is helpless: "that's OK, you can draw any one."

"Yes, master." The little maid went away in a complicated mood.Not long after that, she came back to deliver the rice with eggs and looked at him: "master, this pattern Are you satisfied? "

Luke looked at the cute little kitty + heart-shaped pen above, and no longer played with the funny "two seconds of meditation", just nodded his approval.

That's to say, I'm satisfied. I look down on someone who likes to study cooking.

It's a little unfair to say dissatisfied.

He came in this coffee shop in the style of house style. Strictly speaking, the taste of drinks and food is not its selling point, but the beauty and coquetry of Meizhi.

Luke also wanted to experience the "resort" that the otaku boasted about in his last life, so he didn't choose other shops with good coffee or food.

Travel, that's it.

If you want to taste beautiful food, you have to bear the result that "meeting is not as famous as meeting", and most of it is the result.

When walking out of the coffee shop, Luke tipped the lovely little maid a piece of fukuzayuki.

Otherwise, she would not look at that one mouthful of BaoFan with tears.

In the beginning, Luke refused her proposal to take a photo - just for his face, it's not a white ticket with money back!

So he chose to tip enough.

Where's Fukuzawa Yuji (ten thousand yen)? Of course, they are sponsored by these enthusiastic organizations in Tokyo.

Compared with more than ten cubic Franklin (a hundred dollars) in the space, the fukuzayuki harvested last night still doesn't have a suitcase.

It's not enough for one night.

But these days, if he has nothing to do, he can find a drug dealer in Tokyo to raise some money. Then the tourism and food fund in Japan should be OK.

Coming out of the coffee shop, he has no place to go.

Tokyo has a lot of scenery, but he is interested in cherry blossom and maid coffee shop.

Other shrines and temples are totally unattractive, as are modern landmarks such as the Tokyo Tower.

So he found an upscale coffee shop at the top of the building, and sat down by the window in the corner.

There are no passers-by here, and women will not come to chat up every three or five minutes.

Moreover, drones have better signals.

It is convenient for him to be familiar with the terrain of Tokyo.

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