After the two sat down, Vasily called the waiter again and ordered three cold dishes and one hot dish.
The management of the restaurant is not good enough, the serving speed is not guaranteed, the cold dishes are semi-finished products and the serving speed can be faster, but it is hard to say about the hot dishes.
After ordering the dishes, Vasily said to Smolensky: "I want to run a Chinese restaurant. Smolensky, you are familiar with Moscow, please help me find a suitable place."
"This is not difficult at all. It can be found in a day or two." Smolensky agreed readily.
"It's not that easy. I have specific requirements for the location. It can't be in a busy neighborhood. It must be a whole building with at least four floors. The first and second floors are for restaurant operations, and the third floor and above are for living. There must also be enough open space in front of the building to build a wall and enclose a yard of no less than 500 square meters."
When Smolensky heard the request, he felt a little troubled, as such a place was not easy to find.
"Mr. Babanov, I need more time."
"I understand. We can find him within 15 days. Do you know Ivankov?"
"Know."
Vasily told Smolensky the modified version of the Copenhagen incident and said, "You go to see Ivankov on my behalf. It would be best if we can coexist peacefully, but it's okay if we can't."
"Okay, I'll make an appointment with him."
At five o'clock in the afternoon, after Petrovsky arrived in Moscow with a team, he quickly went to the black market to buy guns. Although the Soviet revisionists banned guns, the number of guns owned by the public was very large. It was easier to get guns in Moscow than sausages.
It was easy to get a few AKS-74 (paratrooper type) and PM pistols, but he got stuck when trying to get a sniper rifle. He ran to several places but couldn't find an SVD. Finally, he got a 2B-V-10 from an old man selling things on the street. This made Petrovsky respectful and full of emotion.
In 1959, the 2B-V-10 designed by Konstantinov and the SV-58 designed by Dragunov competed at a bidding meeting. In the end, Dragunov won the bidding and became the standard weapon of the Soviet Army, which is the famous SVD.
The 2B-V-10 has never been mass-produced. The fact that we have this weapon probably has something to do with the weapons design bureau.
After collecting all the weapons, Petrovsky led his team to scout the outskirts of Ivankov's villa, and then hid in the forest next to the villa.
It is very difficult to tell the history of mercenaries. When humans were still living in tribes, people had already started carrying minced meat to ask for help.
As for the more modern mercenaries, their history is also not short, and it is difficult to trace back to the specific year when they began. In short, there has always been a group of people in this world who rely on fighting to survive, both materially and spiritually.
In today's world, Israeli mercenaries are the largest in number, and they are spread across every corner of the globe. Wherever there is a war, wherever people hire mercenaries, there you will find Israeli mercenaries.
Israel has been in a state of war for a long time, which has created a group of the most lethal combatants. Since the 1980s, the Israeli economy has been shrinking. The good days when officers retired and moved into the comfortable private management class have become a thing of the past, and even generals often have trouble finding good jobs.
A group of retired soldiers around the age of 40, after living an extremely stressful but powerful life for 20 years, suddenly found that they no longer had a public car, a driver, or even a phone. It was inevitable that they would feel a little lost.
So they picked up their weapons again and headed overseas.
Israeli soldiers are rigorously trained and highly efficient. Their apparent ruthlessness and inner loyalty and reliability make them highly sought after in the global mercenary market.
In the early 1980s, members of the Filipino upper class began hiring Israelis as personal bodyguards. Some wealthy people even owned private armies trained by retired Israeli soldiers. Military groups in South America also considered hiring Israeli consultants a fashion.
In addition, Israeli mercenaries have also appeared in many countries such as Iran, Indonesia, Sri Lanka, etc. Naturally, they can also be seen in Africa, a land where there will never be peace.
Claudia Taylor, who might have been a family member of Scarlett five hundred years ago, was originally a captain in the Wild Boy Special Forces. After retiring, he could neither adapt to the difference in treatment nor get used to civilian life. He had already regarded living on the edge of a knife as a part of his life.
So, he invited several comrades to Africa and formed a mercenary team "Unit 262". I have to say, this name is quite straightforward and a bit pretentious. The onlookers only know about the Wild Boy, but those who can carry a gun know that the official title of the Wild Boy is Battalion 262, that is, Unit 262.
Perhaps, Claudia Taylor was a little too ambitious and wanted to attract more retired wild boy personnel to join his mercenary team.
They have big ambitions and their asking price is not low. Unit262 has been established for almost three months, but has only taken two crappy jobs paying daily wages. The employers hired them to do the tough jobs and then let them go immediately. There is nothing they can do. The workers are too expensive and the black uncles cannot afford them.
Just when Claudia was so worried that she was about to post flyers on telephone poles, a new job came to her. It was also a crappy job, to go to Papua New Guinea to hunt down a free mercenary, a retired member of an ordinary Soviet revisionist army.
If the other party hadn't paid him so readily, Claudia would have really wanted to slap him twice. "Damn it, hiring a team of the best wild boys to hunt down an ordinary person, who are you looking down on?"
But money really smells good.
The edge of the Namib Desert, Namibia.
The Okapi team was marching silently. The team members were retired personnel from the United States and Canada and had nothing to do with the Soviet revisionists. Therefore, it was chosen to carry out the hunting mission.
After two hours of marching, the Okapi team came to a large sand dune. Lincoln raised his hand and clenched his fist to signal the team to stop, and then made a gesture to disperse and be on guard.
After taking out the map and studying it for a while, Lincoln called two team members to his side.
"Reiner, you and Beaver will set up a mortar battlefield on the reverse slope of the sand dunes. Aim at one point. You only have one chance to test fire. Rambo, you and Electric Eel will be responsible for the assault. Go to this position first and wait." Lincoln pointed on the map and said.
"Got."
After the two teams set off, Lincoln climbed up the sand dune with the second assaulter and signalman, Li Weige, and the sniper, Sand Snipe. Lincoln and Sand Snipe climbed to the top of the dune. Li Weige stopped halfway and observed behind him with a telescope.
Although the mission of the Okapia team this time was only to hunt down an ordinary retired Soviet revisionist, namely Porokhovshikov, one of Chadov's three closest comrades, there was still another team behind them to provide support.
Using a cannon to kill a mosquito has never been a derogatory term in the Nan family.
Lincoln observed vigilantly on the sand dune for a while, then signaled Sand Snipe to take position. Sand Snipe took out the M82A1 anti-material sniper rifle from the gun bag, assembled it, lay down on the sand dune, and looked for the target through the scope.
Porokhovshikov was lucky. After working as a free mercenary in Africa for a few days, he was spotted by an armed group of Lozi people and hired as an instructor. There was a small oasis in front of the sand dunes, which was the training camp of the Lozi armed forces.
"Can't see the VIP." The snipe said after searching for a while.
Lincoln pressed the intercom and said, "Bitterbitten bittern, release the bird."
“Copy.”
The chestnut bittern responded, took off his backpack, took out a cylinder from the bag, opened the lid and poured out a white airplane model from the cylinder. After assembling it, he put it aside, then took out a receiver and put it on the ground, pressed the retractable antenna and pulled it, and three antennas nearly three meters long stood up in an inverted cone shape.
He took out a remote control, bent the antenna, and waited for the power-on test to be completed. Then he turned on the switch of the airplane model, held it in his hand and raised it into the sky. The airplane model drew an upward parabola.
Li Reed Bittern operated the remote control, controlling the airplane model to fly high, and then flew towards the training camp.
The aircraft model is code-named "Fulmar", which was originally a voyeur interest group and is now a small unmanned reconnaissance aircraft developed by Meerkat Technology. Its signal receiving system and camera detection system are not very mature, and its practicality is not very strong. It can only be used as an auxiliary among auxiliary.
The Chestnut Bittern hid the Fulmar in the sunlight, flying high up in the sky, so the bird's face could not be seen clearly and could only be vaguely distinguished through different behavior patterns.
Flying carefully around the training camp, the chestnut bittern took note of the entire layout of the training camp through the screen and informed others at the same time.
After a careful search, the fulmar found a person suspected to be a VIP behind a dilapidated thatched hut. The chestnut bittern controlled the fulmar to lower the person by more than ten meters. After reconfirmation, he believed that the similarity was 65%.
"Lincoln, Lincoln, behind the second hut at 11 o'clock, suspected VIP, over."
“Copy.”
Lincoln adjusted the direction and aimed the telescope at the location mentioned by the chestnut bittern. The snipe also adjusted the direction and aimed the gun at the thatched house.
"Chestnut bittern, chestnut bittern, VIP movement, Over."
"No movement at this time. Over."
"Lincoln, Lincoln, Rambo requests close reconnaissance. Over." said Rambo, hiding behind a mud wall.
"No, Chestnut Bittern, take back the Fulmarine, Over."
“Copy.”
The chestnut bittern controlled the fulmar to make a big circle and stopped behind a small sand dune a few hundred meters away.
Unable to see the target, the Okapi team could only wait. It was impossible to go around to the other side. The sand dunes where they were located were in the direction of deep desert. The other side of the training camp was the outskirts of the desert. The terrain was flat, with only a few bare trees slightly affecting the line of sight. The rest of the place was in sight.
At the entrance of the training camp on the other side, there are two six-meter-high guard towers. Even if the sentries on them are not on duty seriously, there is a high probability that a few conspicuous people will be discovered when they appear on the sand. This risk cannot be taken.
Wait, just wait for the suspected VIP to appear in sight.
In the Namib Desert, the highest temperature in August is less than 40 degrees, but this number does not mean much. At 10:40 in the morning, after being scorched by the sun, the temperature of the surface of the sand dunes has exceeded 60 degrees.
Although a layer of heat-insulating mat was laid, Lincoln and Snipe, who had been lying on the ground for more than two hours, had sweat all over their stomachs and chests. Their stomachs and chests went from being covered in sweat at the beginning to being dry with barely a drop of sweat. They had lost a lot of water from their bodies.
Suddenly, the snipe saw two people approaching the place where Rambo and the other two were hiding. "Rambo, there are two people approaching at the four o'clock direction. Wait for my instructions. Over."
“Copy.”
The Okapi team used throat microphones, so they didn't need to make any sound when talking, and they didn't have to worry about communicating when they were in close contact with the enemy. Rambo and the electric eel signaled to each other, and both took out a cylindrical spring arrow from their chests, and then took out a specially made conical arrow and put it into the quiver of the spring arrow.
The spring arrow is a silent combat weapon developed by Peace Dove itself. It is made of a special spring and is strong enough to penetrate a steel plate three to four millimeters thick within five meters. However, the spring is basically disposable, and its lethality cannot be guaranteed if it is fired once and then reused.
After loading the spring arrow, Rambo and Electric Eel held the gun in their right hand and supported the spring arrow in their left hand, waiting for the target to appear.
"Ready, 3, 2...Now!"
As the Sand Snipe finished speaking, Rambo and Electric Eel saw the target appear in their sight. With two "pu pu" sounds, two arrows flew towards their targets respectively.
The arrow was shot, and Rambo, who was on the outside, rolled on the ground and came to the ground where the two targets fell. He stretched out his hands and lifted them up. One body was held firmly by him, but the other one... he lost his grip.
“Fuck!”
As the body fell to the ground with a thud, Rambo cursed.
"Prepare for battle."
Lincoln, who had been watching, saw Rambo fail and quickly alerted others.
Reality is not a movie or TV series. There is no bullshit protagonist halo. The noise Rambo made was discovered as expected. Three militants were approaching the earth wall where Rambo and his companion were standing with guns.
"Li Wei Bittern, Li Wei Bittern, calling Lei Zhenzi."
“Copy.”
"Lei Zhenzi, Lei Zhenzi, I am Li Weiyan, requesting support, Over."
"Li Weiyan, Li Weiyan, I am Lei Zhenzi. I will arrive in seven minutes. Repeat, I will arrive in seven minutes."
“Copy.”
The three militants did not throw any grenades. Following Lincoln's instructions, Rambo and his companions waited until the three militants were within three meters before they suddenly stood up. Rambo fired a few short bursts with the PRK machine gun, while Electric Eel fired three quick and precise bursts with the G41A2.
Once the gunshots are heard, a tough battle has to be fought.
Rambo moved to a raised place on the ground and lay down on the spot, setting up the PRK and preparing to meet the enemy. Electric Eel was in an awkward position. Apart from the earth wall in front of him, there was only a thatched house fifty meters in front of him that could be regarded as a little cover, but it was useless. The AK in the hands of the militants could penetrate it at will, and he didn't know where the bullets would hit him if he was strafed.
Muttering "God bless" silently, the electric eel fell to the ground, turned the G41A2 in his hand, and while crawling, he used the butt of the gun to smash several shooting holes in the earth wall.
Boom!
Snipe pulled the trigger, and the huge recoil caused his right shoulder to shake violently, and a 12.7 caliber bullet flew rapidly towards the target's stomach.
Bang!
The bullet hit the target's stomach, splitting it in two. The upper body rushed forward more than a meter, but the legs were knocked backwards by the impact.
"Reiner, number 2."
Two seconds after Lincoln finished speaking, a mortar shell flew towards the pre-marked area No. 2. The high-explosive grenade exploded instantly when it hit the ground, and shrapnel scattered in a circular shape in all directions. Within a radius of 15 meters, some were killed and some were injured. Seven militants were killed in an instant.
"Snipes, attention VIP."
“No.”
"Lincoln, Lincoln, do you need help? " Qin Shihuang, the captain of the Seven Emperors Squad who was responsible for supporting the Okapi Squad, said playfully while panting.
"Hell, the old Danish match lady can run faster than you."
"Haha, Hammurabi, slow down, the Okapi team is not going to die yet."
Hammurabi: "Copy."
"Fuck, hurry up, the enemy is approaching."
Just kidding, everyone from the Seven Emperors Team was rushing over quickly.
The Okapi team attacked from high and low, with deliberate planning and unintentional actions, calling out the militants one by one. It was a very comfortable battle with the wind at their side, but the situation changed with the appearance of three pickup trucks with machine guns mounted on them.
Sand Snipe killed a machine gunner with one shot, and when he wanted to shoot again, he found the remaining two pickup trucks. Both the drivers and the machine gunners were experts. The cars dodged left and right, sometimes fast and sometimes slow, and would brake suddenly from time to time, leaving him no chance to aim. Moreover, the machine gun drew a line, and the bullets hit less than a meter away from him. His position had been exposed.
Rolling on the ground, the snipe lay on the sand dune and called out, "VIP is on the pickup truck. Repeat, VIP is on the pickup truck."
Lincoln: "Number 6, standby."
"The last shell." Beaver said as he took out the last shell.
A string of bullets chased Lincoln, forcing him to hide temporarily, but he soon ventured out again, observed for a while, and shouted, "Shoot."
Boom!
The mortar shell flew out and exploded two meters away from a pickup truck. The blast caused the pickup truck to shake, and the flying shrapnel carried the machine gunner on the truck bed away.
It’s just a pity that it wasn’t Porokhovshikov who died.
Seeing the enemy's fierce firepower and the destruction of two pickup trucks, Porokhovshikov knew that it would not be of much use for him to charge up with just one truck. So he grabbed his machine gun and fired a line on the sand dune, then fired a burst of bullets at the earth wall. He immediately lay down in the truck bed, patted the back wall of the car, and asked the driver to reverse quickly.
"Snipe, snipe," Lincoln called out when he saw Porokhovshikov trying to run away.
When the sand snipe heard the sound of the enemy, it shook off the sand on its head, climbed back to the top of the sand dune with its gun in hand, and quickly aimed at the pickup truck. After aiming for two or three seconds, it still didn't get a suitable opportunity to shoot.
Seeing the car running farther and farther away, Lincoln quickly called Rambo, "Rambo, Rambo, sweep the car."
"Damn it, I'm going to see God."
Three militants were firing at Rambo's position. Rambo lay on the ground tightly, wishing he could dig a hole and crawl into it. Not to mention sweeping away the car, he would be lucky if he could save his life.
"Electric eel, electric eel."
“No chance.”
The electric eel's situation is slightly better than Rambo's. At least he has more space to hide. Now he is playing hide-and-seek, crawling back and forth on the ground.
"I came, I saw, I conquered!"
Following the heavy voice, the machine gunner of the Seven Emperors Squad rushed up the sand dune with an M249 machine gun, pulled the bolt, and fired at the militants who were attacking Rambo .
Rambo was freed and quickly stood up with the PRK, heading towards the pickup truck, pressing the trigger and spraying bullets.
After Caesar rescued the electric eel, he chased the pickup truck with a gun and shot at it.
Unfortunately, the distance was too far, and only a few lucky bullets were able to hit the pickup truck, while the rest of the bullets all hit the air.
"Fuck, assault."
"Brothers, don't worry, Lei Zhenzi is coming."
A cheer rang out, and a Little Bird helicopter flew over the team members' heads. On one side of the helicopter, an M134 machine gun fired bullets at the ground at a rate of more than 60 rounds per second, first at the armed men, and then the bullets extended to chase the pickup truck.
When the helicopter just flew over, the members of the two teams had already formed a pursuit formation and ran down the sand dune. At this time, the two teams had already rushed to the foot of the sand dune, forming assault formations in twos and threes and rushing towards all living forces. When passing by the suspected corpses on the ground, they did not forget to shoot them once in the chest and head.
Octavian was holding an M16A3 equipped with a scope and aiming precisely at each target. He could take down one target every time he pulled the trigger. Rambo might be depressed because of being suppressed just now, or he might think that he had to be more awesome since he was codenamed Rambo, so he was having a lot of fun firing short bursts with his PRK.
Constantine raised the muzzle of his gun, quickly calculated the angle, pulled the trigger, and a grenade flew out, killing two and a half militants. He then swung the muzzle of the gun to throw away the grenade casing, raised the gun, and fired bullets forward.
The two teams slowly advanced forward, not sparing any living target. When they reached the pickup truck that had been smashed into a sachima, they found Porokhovshikov lying on the ground with blood oozing from the corners of his mouth. However, he was not dead yet, his eyes could still roll back and his mouth could still open and close.
"Who are you?" Looking up at the people surrounding him, Porokhovshikov asked with difficulty.
Rambo held the PRK and beat Porokhovshikov from top to bottom and from bottom to top into a hornet's nest, then spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on Porokhovshikov, "Fuck, the leading actor of a Hollywood blockbuster, and you're still talking nonsense."
"Damn it, Rambo, damn it, how can I check VIP if your face is smashed?"
Lincoln cursed, took out a photo from his pocket, and checked it against Borokhovshikov's shattered face. Fortunately, several obvious features matched, confirming that the deceased was the VIP.
"Mission accomplished, clean up the battlefield and prepare to retreat."
…
"Damn it!" Nan Yi couldn't help but complain when he received the report: "A hunting mission turned into an offensive battle. How much more will the cost increase? Fortunately, no one died."
Nan Yi originally thought that it would just be a matter of one shot from the Barrett, or at worst a follow-up shot from the mortar. In order to avoid encountering the Chosen One who could not be killed even by a sniper rifle bullet, he specially brought an anti-material sniper. He didn't expect it to be such a big deal.
Opening a document, Nan Yi selected the name "Polokhovshikov" and drew a line through it, then looked at the remaining two names - Lanovoi and Andrei.
These three people were comrades who enlisted in the same class as Chadov, and they had a very close relationship with each other. In order not to cause too much trouble to himself, Nan Yi asked Ueto Masami to get the list of the ninth company, and prepared to invite Chadov's three good brothers to play mahjong with him.
Both Porokhovshikov and Ranovoi went to Africa through the same channel, and that is why their whereabouts were quickly traced. But the whereabouts of the last one, Andrei, are still unknown. This guy disappeared as soon as he retired, and no one knows where he went.
As for the other members of the Ninth Company, except for two whose whereabouts could not be traced, the rest stayed in the Soviet revisionist territory to work safely and support their families. Nan Yi did not intend to disturb them unless someone jumped out.
After turning off the computer, Nan Yi came to the living room and said to Helena, who was bored and kept pressing the remote control, "Change your clothes and go shopping in Hamburg."
Helena exclaimed in surprise: "Really?"
"Hurry up."
"Hail, Hallelujah, Hallelujah..."
Helena jumped off the sofa, humming a tune, and ran to the bedroom barefoot.
When they arrived in the city of Hamburg, Nan Yi and his companion first visited the Cremorne district in the old town. This district is an important part of Hamburg's city history and is a street named after Cremorne Island.
There, the former warehouses and residences were facing the water on one side and the street on the other, so trade goods could be transported directly from water to land.
Cremont escaped unscathed during the Great Fire of Hamburg in 1842, but fell victim to air raids during World War II, so only a few buildings remain.
After strolling around the Cremorne district, Nan Yi and his companion went to Dike Street, an ancient commercial street where many traditional restaurants and bars are concentrated. The time-honored restaurants are the characteristic of Dike Street.
After filling their stomachs at a historic restaurant, the two went to New Wall Street.
Nan Yi, who had read the travel guide, knew that Xinqiang Street was a shopping paradise. He brought Helena here with the intention of letting her buy whatever she liked. He could call it a compensation for her youth, or a parting gift.
A woman who aspires to be a model cannot stay with Nan Yi for too long.
After going into several clothing stores and buying some clothes, they went into a Niessing jewelry store. Nan Yi sat on a chair in the lounge area and let Helena go to look at the jewelry by herself.
Helena started from the counter next to the door, taking small steps and scanning each piece of jewelry. Gradually, she passed one counter after another and finally stopped in front of a window embedded in the wall. She looked into the window for a long time before turning to look at Nan Yi and said, "These."
Hearing the voice, Nan Yi stood up and walked over to the window, took off his sunglasses, and looked at the pair of earrings in the window in the direction Helena pointed.
"Wow!"
Nan Yi was amazed at the price of the earrings. The price tag of 72,000 marks made him a little nervous.
“This is my favorite.”
Helena spoke in the tone of a little girl begging her father to buy her a favorite gift.
After using one eighth of a second to imagine more than a hundred ways to kill Helena, Nan Yi used another seven eighths of a second to call the shopping guide over and ask her to take out the earrings for Helena to try on.
When the shopping guide took out the earrings and came to the counter and placed them on the counter, Helena immediately picked them up and handed them to Nan Yi. It was self-evident what she wanted to do.
Nan Yi took it, helped Helena put on the earrings, glanced in the mirror, and immediately praised: "Shit, you are such a princess."
Helena looked in the mirror and laughed heartily with satisfaction. She stretched her hands back, grabbed Nan Yi's head and pulled it forward, then turned her head and kissed Nan Yi on the cheek, "Can we afford it?"
"certainly."
“I’m not going to take it off.”
"As long as you're happy."
Nan Yi took out his check folder, pulled out all the traveler's checks inside, counted them, and found that they were not enough, so he took out two $1,000 checks and took out a card from his wallet to pay the shortfall.
The earrings made Helena clingy, and when she walked out of the jewelry store, her hands were hanging on Nan Yi's arms the whole time.
Walking back to the street, Nan Yi said in a disappointing tone: "Helena, you will be able to return to Copenhagen in a few days."
"Yeah?"
Helena's rhetorical question did not contain a hint of surprise. Perhaps if Nan Yi had placed the conversation on Wilm Island, her surprise would have been more evident.
Nan Yi didn't respond, but just walked forward.
After walking for a while, Helena said again: "Let's go to 36 Grosser Freiheit Street."
"Where?"
"Don't you know?" Helena said solemnly, "It is a holy temple in the hearts of Beatles fans. In the summer of 1960, four young people from Liverpool started their band's debut there.
In two years, the band gradually became famous and had a group of regular fans. They used the Emperor's Hall in the basement of the club at 36 Grosser Freiheit Street as a regular performance venue, and later moved to the Starlight Club. 36 Grosser Freiheit Street was the place where they, the Beatles, became famous.
Helena said, her expression becoming ambiguous: "Leiberbang Street, where 36 Grozefreiheit Street is located, is a place you men like to go to very much."
"Oh, you know that well? Have you been there?"
"No, I saw it in a magazine."
"Then let's go over and take a look."
Walking out of Neuer Wall Street, I met a man selling a "guide", the kind that was hand-drawn. There were three of them in total. One covered most of the streets in Hamburg, and the other two were about the Ropeway.
The Reeperbahn is the Reeperbahn, known as the most decadent avenue in Hamburg. The name "Rope" comes from the cables used to tie ships in the port, suggesting that people can drop anchor and take a rest here.
The four major red-light districts in Europe are located in Amsterdam, Hamburg, Rotterdam and Antwerp. These four cities are all famous ports in Europe, which shows the close relationship between ports and red-light districts.
One can imagine that in the Age of Navigation, after drifting on the sea for half a year or even a year, the first thing sailors would do when they stepped onto land was to drink and have fun.
Life at sea is dangerous and boring but the pay is good. Moreover, these people who make a living on the sea are exposed to the wind and waves and are in danger of losing their lives at any time. They prefer to spend money lavishly and enjoy themselves in the moment, so the red-light districts in these port cities have a long history of more than six or seven hundred years.
The name of Rope Street is roughly similar to Caishikou, Luoguxiang and the like. It is close to the dock and in the early years gathered many shops doing rope business. Today, it is full of bars, nightclubs, restaurants, casinos, theaters, small hotels and various pornographic places.
In fact, the red light district is completely different from the usual understanding for Hamburgers. It is more of a nightlife center suitable for the general public. Many locals go there with their relatives and friends, or for lively classmates parties, crazy single farewell parties, or happy gatherings with girlfriends. Going to the red light district to have a drink, watch a show, gamble, and eat a midnight snack has become a unique pleasure of life in Hamburg.
Many fast food restaurants and supermarkets here are open 24 hours a day, and the Hamburg subway operates non-stop on weekends, making it worry-free for people returning home at night.
There are words on both sides of the guide, German on the front and English on the back. While Nan Yi was reading it, Helena was not idle either, and she read just as much as Nan Yi.
Take the subway and get off at St Pauli. Standing at the subway station entrance, a few hundred meters south is the Hamburg Port Terminal, and to the north is the entrance to the Reeperbahn.
It was just in the afternoon, and the Rope Avenue seemed a bit dead before it became lively. Following the instructions in the guide, Nan Yi and his companions came to Grand Liberty Lane and saw the Dollhouse on the left. According to the guide, this was the highest quality strip club on the entire avenue.
Helena looked at the sign and shook Nan Yi's arm, "Let's go in and play."
"OK."
The Dollhouse was already open for business, and the gatekeeper was already standing at his post. There were dozens of people, more than a dozen of whom wanted to buy tickets to enter. Cold sweat broke out on the gatekeeper's forehead. The tickets were 3 marks each, and the tiger cub was responsible for paying the bill.
When Helena entered the store, she saw the performance on the middle stage and was excited. She waved her hands, shouted nonsense and walked to the edge of the stage. She put her face on the stage floor, her eyes wide open , locking onto the dancer's key parts.
"Tsk! Lesbian, you're looking at me so intently."
Nan Yi muttered something, waved his hand, and called a waiter to his side.
“Exchange for US dollars.”
Dollhouse allows you to tip dancers, but not directly with cash. Instead, you have to exchange them for $1 bills from the store, 2 marks to 1 dollar. Nan Yi exchanged 200 marks, took them to Helena, and handed the bills to her.
"tip?"
"Yes."
Helena smiled, took the banknotes, and fanned the dancer with them. Seeing this, the dancer winked at Helena, and crawled towards Helena using her hands and feet, twisting her body to the rhythm of the music.
When the dancer came closer, Helena took out a bill from her stack, waved it up and down a few times, and slowly put it in front of the dancer's mouth. The dancer understood, stuck out his tongue, licked Helena's index finger from her wrist, and then rolled it up, and the bill was rolled away by his tongue.
Helena laughed, picked up a banknote and put it in her mouth, shaking her head to the music, and gave the dancer a provocative look.
The dancer was not willing to be outdone. She did not forget to perform, nor did she let go of the banknote in Helena's mouth. She crouched on the ground like a lioness, roared, licked her lower lip with her tongue, and when she saw the opportunity, she pounced forward, opened her mouth, and pulled, and the banknote was back in her mouth.
It was not yet prime time, and the few guests who arrived early were not expecting to see the bonus performance. They were very excited and whistled sporadically.
Nan Yi watched for a while, ordered a draft beer, sat in the corner, and continued to appreciate Helena's debauchery.
After spending all the money, Helena took Nan Yi to the second Susi's, which has the same business category as Dollhouse but a completely different style. After being inspired by Dollhouse, she had even more fun at Susi's, which made Nan Yi have a gender illusion.
When they returned to Wilm Island, it was already very late. Helena's madness had not yet dissipated. Her hair was disheveled, she was sweating, and her youth was shaking and creaking.