The Best Bartender at Freezing Point Bar

Timeline Change Point

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1.  'Winter Night Without Warmth' Tier 3 Doomsday Great Wall branch
2.  'Eternal Day White Night' Tier 3 Border Singularity Event
3.  'Winter Flying Dragon and Lakeside Poet' Tier 4 World Years Epic

Phase Task 'Clear Leis Angton Detroit Area Person in Charge' completed.

Game Entering Final Stage

Su Wen closed the prompts.

He heard the cheers of the gun-toting thugs around him:

"Rhine!"

"Rhine!"

"Rhine!"

To these low-level gang members, a high-ranking leader of a giant Cyber Oligarch corporation was someone they would never be able to reach, perhaps until the day they died on the streets of Detroit.

But now.

That disgusting figure had been crushed under the tires of a racing car like a pile of mud.

This feeling was unimaginable to these Detroit natives.

But Su Wen was not moved by the cheers.

On the contrary.

He raised his hand.

Suppressing all the cheers.

Then he said calmly:

"Now, together, we have completed the reckoning against Leis Angton.

This is to everyone's credit.

But in the future, I hope someone will still remember this night:

Burn yourselves, throw yourselves in, because some endings are more important than life itself."

He didn't think that all the thugs present would agree with what he said.

But as long as one person remembered.

Then.

The glimmer of civilization would continue to be passed on.

Acquired Origin Knowledge Fragment: Night Watch—Civilization Watch

Unbeknownst to him.

These words were also faithfully recorded by a reporter mixed into the crowd in Detroit.

After that.

It caused a huge sensation worldwide.

Due to the transmission of your will

City of Chaos—Detroit (Future Timeline): Omnic Crisis - Purification Protocol, Omnic Crisis—'Origin of Humanity' have changed.

Two hours later.

All of the Leis Angton Trauma Team cyborgs remaining in the building had been eliminated.

Frey also came out after taking care of the armed helicopter high above.

Su Wen handed Jie Aier to White Hound, who was standing in the crowd with a sniper rifle on his back.

The middle-aged man with silver hair and a scar on his face said hoarsely:

"Thank you."

"No thanks needed, we'll meet again at Freezing Point Bar later."

Su Wen said calmly.

And White Hound nodded silently.

In his understanding.

If this friend of Gore's, this unfamiliar Night Watchman, wasn't here to get a well-deserved reward.

Then there was a good chance he would be interrogated about his past tenure at Leis Angton.

But Vern Onions wasn't planning on leaving.

He had witnessed the collapse of the neon towers of chaotic Detroit with his own eyes.

And personally executed Andrew-Brady.

White Hound had no regrets.

On the other side.

Su Wen didn't care what Vern was thinking.

He had fulfilled his promise.

And, guided by Caroline, he had taken this opportunity to

Extensively collect all kinds of Leis Angton's most sophisticated technological products.

He filled the upgraded storage box until there wasn't a single gap left before stopping.

Similarly.

The tens of thousands of followers who had flooded into the building also gained a huge pile of 'valuable stuff.'

Even sold on the black market.

Those things would be enough for these people to get drunk in bars every day, over and over again, for a whole month.

It could indeed be called a bountiful harvest.

After the final cleanup phase was completed.

Su Wen said to them:

"I still have some work to do here, you guys can leave after you're 'done cleaning up.'

The building beneath our feet is about to disappear completely from Detroit."

Hearing these words.

None of the others had any intention of throwing their lives away here.

They all left quickly, carrying large and small packages, completely satisfied.

When everyone had evacuated.

Su Wen stood on the roof of the Leis Angton Building, watching the waves of the Atlantic coast, reflecting the faint glow of the neon lights, washing upwards.

He dialed the previously reserved phone number:

"Chairman York, do you agree to the 'business' we talked about before?"

"Fals doesn't do unprofitable deals, but if it's Leis Angton's information, I think it's probably a sure profit."

Old York, compared to his previous scrutinizing tone, now had a more businesslike, equal attitude:

"Night Watchman, what you want has arrived at the designated location."

"Happy cooperation."

Su Wen watched the black fighter jets coming through the clouds from the sky.

He turned around smartly.

Returned to that sleek, cold, black racing car.

Then.

This Racer No. 25 gripped the steering wheel.

And stepped on the accelerator.

Buzz~!!

The racing car sped out.

At the same time.

Before the eyes of all those who had participated in the Leis Angton Grand Revolution.

Right above the neon building.

A streak of deep blue light streaked across the night sky.

After which.

Countless bombs fell from the sky.

Smashing into that super high-rise building that could once perhaps be called a landmark.

In an instant.

A roaring explosion came from that point.

Bringing a dawn of sleeplessness that was even more dazzling than the neon light array of the City of Chaos!

It is reported.

Origin Era Year 5 - Autumn.

After tonight.

Detroit will have one more underground tradition:

Every year, all the gangs with existing disputes and conflicts hold a racing competition on the same date.

To commemorate that legend who can never be surpassed.

After the race, they hold the most grand carnival party.

Inside the Freezing Point Bar.

A cold and alluring mature beauty in tight leather clothes pushed the door open and entered.

She looked towards the bar and asked:

"You're just planning to leave Detroit like this?"

"It can't be considered leaving, after all, I never really belonged here."

A handsome bartender wiped the glass in his hand.

Then.

He said with a smile:

"Miss Caroline, how about a 'French Martini'?"

"Whatever, my interest in cocktails probably isn't as strong as my impression of your 'racing skills'."

"Some say, 'The cocktail begins with the Martini and ends with the Martini.'

I think, after tasting this drink, you might change your mind."

Su Wen put four ice cubes into the shaker.

He poured in raspberry vodka, Chambord liqueur, Cointreau, pomegranate juice, and pineapple juice.

He shook it elegantly and evenly.

Finally, he filtered the mixed cocktail into a glass, added berry decorations, and handed it to the beautiful Tier 3 Transcendent lady.

Caroline Lydia took the cocktail.

She took a light sip.

A hint of incredible brilliance appeared in her eyes.

After that.

The Hacker Miss said lazily:

"I've hacked into the 'Doomsday Great Wall' database.

At least, there isn't a Night Watchman in North America with such excellent bartending and racing skills."

"Then, Miss Caroline, have you heard the detailed story of the Westminster Act?"

The bartender said with a smile.

Su Wen was preparing to fabricate a highly confidential Night Watchman identity.

To prepare for future game projections.

Therefore.

These ambiguous answers were precisely the groundwork he was laying.

Just then.

The real owner of the Freezing Point Bar had just taken care of putting his daughter to bed.

The middle-aged man with silver-white hair walked downstairs and said seriously to the legendary racer who was currently working as a bartender:

"I also worked at Leis Angton, but those things have nothing to do with Jie Aier."

"I know, take it easy."

Su Wen had the [Appraisal] skill to see everything clearly.

Besides, he hadn't gotten Cyber Psychosis yet.

So.

He just smiled and pointed to the bar in front of him:

"Royal Punch, Blood and Sand, Caribbean Sunrise.

Choose one of the three cocktails then."