death of hope

Chapter 310 "Corporate Warrior" (226) Old Lame Bar
The interior of the bar is dimly lit and smoky, and the music player plays electronic disco music from the last century.
After eleven o'clock, the drunks in the scattered seats staggered away, and finally only the bar staff and two regular customers were left around the bar.

The fat guy with the broom shook his fat face and told jokes loudly with spittle:

"

one midnight,
The mayor got drunk and went out for a walk,
On the street, I met a man wearing armor and holding a sword.

The mayor burped and said,

Dude, what about filming?

The man lifted his helmet visor, revealing a skull. I am a Templar, who died in a holy war, and left with his sword in hand.

This place is not far from the monastery cemetery. The mayor was so frightened that he woke up most of the time and realized that he had just encountered a ghost.

The mayor walked back in fear,

He usually goes out in a special car, with a driver and a secretary to serve him, and he rarely uses his legs. It was already dark and foggy at night, so he got lost and didn't know how to get around, and he was very anxious.

Seeing a disabled man with no legs on crutches from a distance, he went over and asked:
"Dude, how do I get to the city hall?"

The man turned his head, wearing a rusty steel helmet, showing a zombie face,

I was killed in the First World War, my friend, did you see my left leg, it was broken by a shell, and I can't find it. "

The mayor was scared to diaper his pants,
Dragging his fat body, he ran desperately,
This time he was blinded in the right direction, and finally saw the outline of the city hall, and reached the door with all his strength.
He saw a shambling figure walking like a zombie,
The mayor was so frightened that his calf twisted and wanted to run, but he couldn't run anymore, so he could only squat down to breathe heavily.

The man turned around when he heard the noise, his face was haggard and bloodless, and his clothes were covered with mud, as if he had just crawled out of the dead on the battlefield.

The mayor cross your chest, you must be a soldier who died in the colonial war!Turned into a ghost to seek revenge from politicians!

The man cursed: Go to NMD!I just got home from the night shift!

"

Everyone laughed, and the male guest slapped the table and shouted:

"Hahaha! Donnie, you're so useless to stay here, you should go to a talk show and tell jokes."

"Come on!" The bartender wiped his glass and said, "They are all old jokes from the street, who is so rare!"

"Don't just brag about NB, Ferguson!" The fat man said, "Your jokes are new, tell them!"

Different from these vulgar images, the female guests behaved elegantly, holding a cup and giggling coquettishly.

At this time, there was a knock on the door: "Boom, boom, boom!"

"Cao! Who is it!"

"Closed, come back tomorrow!"

"Boom, boom, boom!" The knock on the door became louder.

"Oh my Cao, I'm deaf!"

"Closed!"

There was a crackling sound, the people outside the door seemed to be doing something,
"Papa Jon! I'm... hurt! Help me!

"It's Spencer's voice!" Everyone in front of the bar instantly stood up. "He's on strike! Go and open the door!"

The bartender jumped out of the bar and ran to unlock the door. When the door opened, he took two steps back in fright:
"You... who are you?"

"Helping."

The person who spoke was a horribly bulky man, wearing a long windbreaker, with the open front revealing dense chest hair, exuding an unpleasant smell of sweat.

The man's head was pushed up to the door frame, and his face was covered with scars. The most impressive scar was from the corner of the eye to the jaw. It seemed that the entire skull had been deformed. If it was said that he had just eaten a child, it would definitely not be suspicious. .

The woman next to him is slightly shorter than him, wearing a very trendy flight jacket, with dirty handprints on the ripped jeans, a baseball cap with the Yankees logo on her head, wearing sunglasses in the middle of the night, and chewing bubbles Hall,

The short shirt reveals the well-trained abdominal muscles, the scabbard is inserted obliquely in the belt, and there is a sutured wound beside the navel.

The dangerous aura exuded by this woman is not inferior to the murderer with the highest bounty in York City.

The bartender knew he was invincible, so he picked up the pool cue: "You guys..."

The drunk fat man held a broom, and the female customer at the bar shrank behind the male customer in fear, and the male customer held the wine bottle.

"Is this how you welcome guests?"

The big man squeezed hard into the door frame, and the tall woman followed,

The bartender was forced to keep backing up. Just as he was about to swing his billiard cue to rush forward, he realized that the big man was carrying a man on his back. His pair of giant palms like cattail leaf fans gently put the man on the ground, as if he was hugging a kitten. of.

"Spencer!"

The bartender threw down his pool cue to support his friend, and the fat man threw down his broom to help. The guest put down the bottle, still wary of strangers.

"Old neighbor, you were beaten like a pig's head!" said the fat man.

"Uncle Cao N, Donnie, take it easy!" Spencer scolded, "Being beaten into a pig's head is thinner than your face!"

"I'm going to get Band-Aids, purple potion and bandages!" The bartender ran to the back kitchen.

The tall woman seemed to be tired, she stretched herself and sat on the bar stool, and saw the price list on the wall:
"The price is clearly marked, it's cheap, this store is too conscientious."

The male customer kept staring at the scabbard attached to her belt, but the female customer thought her boyfriend was looking at the woman's belly, and got a little jealous, muttering and pinching her boyfriend, looking very playful and cute.

"Hey, don't pinch me, I'm going to help Spencer bandage the wound."

The male customer and the fat man cleared out a table, put the wounded on it, and cleaned the open flesh with purple syrup. The bartender burned the tip of the needle with a lighter, threaded the thread and began to sew up the wound.

"Oops! It hurts!" Spencer screamed, not forgetting to thank his benefactor; "If it weren't for these two kind people, I would have been arrested and taken in. The wound infection was ignored, and I might have died in the detention center. "

"Yeah, you're lucky to meet us." Lynch picked up the remaining beer and drank it down in one gulp.

"Thank you for saving Mr. Spencer. If he is caught, what will happen to his wife Angie and daughter Daisy? We live in slums and have no money to pay bail."

"Hands up."

Lynch raised his glass to the woman, and couldn't help turning his head to give her another look. She was so cute, and her eyes were gentle and kind like a doe. "

This time, someone was annoyed, and he came over and bit his neck hard: "Hey, hey!"

"What's the matter with you? Big guy?" The fat man looked up at him: "Are you injured too?"

"The toe... hit the table." Lynch lied, touching the tooth marks on his neck with his hand, and Sigurdriefa was laughing at him with his small canine teeth showing.

"Hmph, she's quite strong and has a bluffing face, but she's actually a sissy."

"Fatty! Don't talk about my benefactor! Would you believe me!"

"Okay, Brother Spencer, you've been beaten into a pig's head, so don't pretend to be cruel, just stay here in the den and be awesome with your brother."

(End of this chapter)