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Chapter 32 Cats
Chapter 32 Cats
In the past few days, the world in the shadows has not undergone any earth-shaking changes due to the deaths of Jin Bing and the owl. Perhaps there should have been some changes, at least Leon thinks so.
However, he probably underestimated SHIELD's control over the dark forces, and also overestimated Jin Bin and the owl. After only one day's rest, Leon came out to do evil again on the grounds of testing equipment and skills, but there was nothing like it on the street. As chaotic as he imagined.
But he was not without gains.
……
Wild bar.
Jason felt that the business was very difficult recently. A few days ago, he heard rumors that the bosses of the two largest groups in the area had been killed, and one of them was single-handedly selected for the base camp!
How is it possible? It's just a lie made up by an ignorant alcoholic to show off his "well-informed".
As a counter-owner of a bar, he had heard too much nonsense like that.
Last year, he heard someone say that the ashes of a ghost smashed by a burning skull with an iron chain can cure impotence. The man said it in a decent way, as if he was the iron chain!
How stupid!It actually costs $100 for a bottle of gray water!
Jason bought two bottles for only $80.
This is called wisdom!
But after all, these various rumors have nothing to do with him. He is just an ordinary citizen who runs an ordinary small bar in a bad location. He doesn't care about those, he only cares about business.
The recent business is not doing well, and this is the headache.
Because it's a small bar, naturally there won't be any good wine, and there are no exciting programs here, so the main customer group in normal times is actually those little gangsters who can't get up and down and hang around.
These guys seem to have accidents one by one these days, like an appointment, two today, two tomorrow, with injuries, bruises, swollen faces, eyes sealed and throats, I don’t know Jason thought there might be a prize boxing match in the neighborhood recently?
After coming to the bar, the behavior became even more strange, you look at me, I look at yours, pointing to the wound on my face, and then pointing at my face, then nodding tacitly, and clinking glasses.
There was no language exchange during the whole process.
In this kind of business, the most taboo thing is to inquire about the privacy of customers, maybe you will get into trouble because of curiosity, but Jason is really too curious about this!
What the hell is going on!
jingle!
The movable double doors in the style of an old-fashioned western tavern were pushed open, and the sound of a small bell hanging above reminded Jason that the first customer of the day had arrived.
The person who came was wearing a hat, stared blankly at the empty bar, shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Joy!" Jason called to stop him, this is a regular customer, but he hasn't come for a few days.
"Come and have a drink with me."
The stingy barkeeper poured two shots of blended tequila.
The man named Joey didn't refuse, and sat down at the empty long table at the bar.
The two raised their glasses and took a sip, and the boss's complaints began.
"Damn business! Where are all the drunks who make money every day just for drinking?"
Joe heard something muttered and took another swig.
The bar owner originally wanted to get some meaningful news out of the mouths of the guests, so how could he let him fool it like this, relying on Joey being his regular customer, he kept asking questions from the sidelines.
"Maybe they are all frightened and dare not go out!"
Unable to hold back the boss's broken mouth, Joey repeated what he had just muttered in a low voice.
The broken mouth of a middle-aged man is the scariest thing, and what is even scarier than it is that the middle-aged man with a broken mouth drank alcohol.
"Maybe he went to the hospital, or a prison or something. Whatever, isn't it normal?"
normal?
Which is normal!Has this thing been discussed and agreed to go together?how?The second one is half price!
The boss didn't get what he wanted: valuable information, so he began to use his own clever words to make side-effects, which made Joey very annoyed.
Maybe it was because he was reluctant to drink, or maybe he was really annoyed by the boss.
Joey drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, picked up the glass and shook it at the boss.
The devil will spit on your soul!Not enough drunks to take advantage of!
He took another glass, this time with a large glass of beer.
When the boss Jason came back, Joey had already taken off his hat and put it on the bar.
Jason looked at the bruise on Joey's face and pretended to be surprised, "You are..."
In fact, he noticed Joey as soon as he entered the door. He usually doesn't have the habit of wearing a hat.
Moreover, the guests in recent days seem to be wearing hats!
The boss's embarrassing acting skills are nothing more than opening his mouth wide and staring his eyes. Joey doesn't bother to expose him, as long as there is free wine to drink.
Pointing to the bruise on his face, Joey said, "Is this what you're curious about? I think you must have seen many such wounds in the past few days."
"Mmmmmmm!"
The boss eats chicken pecking rice.
After another half glass of beer, Joey began to tell the boss.
"Recently, a... lunatic appeared in a few streets around here."
madman?What's wrong?The boss was curious, but tactfully did not interrupt him.
Joey touched the wound on his face and continued: "This lunatic always appears in the middle of the night, wearing strange clothes and wearing a strange mask. Only the skin on his hands is leaking out."
Hearing this, the boss also took a sip of wine, thinking: What a big mask...
"That lunatic would attack everyone, usually with one punch in the face, and if he didn't knock him out with the first punch, he would get the second punch."
"So that's how the wounds on your faces came about?"
The boss feels speechless, you guys are hooligans!Won't you fight back!
As if guessing the question in the boss's mind, Joey said directly: "It's not that no one fights back, but that lunatic is not afraid at all. Moreover, those who fought back woke up after being knocked out, and found that they were covered by several clothes. Surrounded by psychopaths, those psychopaths actually decide the order of hitting him by guessing fists!"
"What happened later! What happened later!"
It's so exciting...cough!Such a poor thing happened!
"Later, that person was sent to Sai Ke Hospital for treatment."
Secco Hospital?Isn't that a hospital that specializes in treating neuropathy?
"Huh? I played all night! Did you get beaten up?!"
Glancing at the boss with mentally ill eyes, Joey said: "Of course not, he told others everywhere that he was beaten by a clown flying in the sky in a balloon, and that the clown had a talking cat. That cat hit him too! What about a bumblebee who has practiced Jeet Kune Do, it hurts so much..."
The boss lit a cigarette: "Then you really should go to Saike Hospital."
After finishing speaking, he asked Joey curiously: "So you were also beaten by that psychopath?"
Joey also lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. Covered in clouds and mist, Joey said in an erratic tone.
"No."
"I was beaten by that talking cat."
Jason, the bar owner, was silent.
After a while, he put away Joey's glass and poured him another glass.
The boss thought: From now on, we can no longer sell fake wine.
Please collect it, everyone.
(End of this chapter)
In the past few days, the world in the shadows has not undergone any earth-shaking changes due to the deaths of Jin Bing and the owl. Perhaps there should have been some changes, at least Leon thinks so.
However, he probably underestimated SHIELD's control over the dark forces, and also overestimated Jin Bin and the owl. After only one day's rest, Leon came out to do evil again on the grounds of testing equipment and skills, but there was nothing like it on the street. As chaotic as he imagined.
But he was not without gains.
……
Wild bar.
Jason felt that the business was very difficult recently. A few days ago, he heard rumors that the bosses of the two largest groups in the area had been killed, and one of them was single-handedly selected for the base camp!
How is it possible? It's just a lie made up by an ignorant alcoholic to show off his "well-informed".
As a counter-owner of a bar, he had heard too much nonsense like that.
Last year, he heard someone say that the ashes of a ghost smashed by a burning skull with an iron chain can cure impotence. The man said it in a decent way, as if he was the iron chain!
How stupid!It actually costs $100 for a bottle of gray water!
Jason bought two bottles for only $80.
This is called wisdom!
But after all, these various rumors have nothing to do with him. He is just an ordinary citizen who runs an ordinary small bar in a bad location. He doesn't care about those, he only cares about business.
The recent business is not doing well, and this is the headache.
Because it's a small bar, naturally there won't be any good wine, and there are no exciting programs here, so the main customer group in normal times is actually those little gangsters who can't get up and down and hang around.
These guys seem to have accidents one by one these days, like an appointment, two today, two tomorrow, with injuries, bruises, swollen faces, eyes sealed and throats, I don’t know Jason thought there might be a prize boxing match in the neighborhood recently?
After coming to the bar, the behavior became even more strange, you look at me, I look at yours, pointing to the wound on my face, and then pointing at my face, then nodding tacitly, and clinking glasses.
There was no language exchange during the whole process.
In this kind of business, the most taboo thing is to inquire about the privacy of customers, maybe you will get into trouble because of curiosity, but Jason is really too curious about this!
What the hell is going on!
jingle!
The movable double doors in the style of an old-fashioned western tavern were pushed open, and the sound of a small bell hanging above reminded Jason that the first customer of the day had arrived.
The person who came was wearing a hat, stared blankly at the empty bar, shook his head, and was about to turn around and leave.
"Joy!" Jason called to stop him, this is a regular customer, but he hasn't come for a few days.
"Come and have a drink with me."
The stingy barkeeper poured two shots of blended tequila.
The man named Joey didn't refuse, and sat down at the empty long table at the bar.
The two raised their glasses and took a sip, and the boss's complaints began.
"Damn business! Where are all the drunks who make money every day just for drinking?"
Joe heard something muttered and took another swig.
The bar owner originally wanted to get some meaningful news out of the mouths of the guests, so how could he let him fool it like this, relying on Joey being his regular customer, he kept asking questions from the sidelines.
"Maybe they are all frightened and dare not go out!"
Unable to hold back the boss's broken mouth, Joey repeated what he had just muttered in a low voice.
The broken mouth of a middle-aged man is the scariest thing, and what is even scarier than it is that the middle-aged man with a broken mouth drank alcohol.
"Maybe he went to the hospital, or a prison or something. Whatever, isn't it normal?"
normal?
Which is normal!Has this thing been discussed and agreed to go together?how?The second one is half price!
The boss didn't get what he wanted: valuable information, so he began to use his own clever words to make side-effects, which made Joey very annoyed.
Maybe it was because he was reluctant to drink, or maybe he was really annoyed by the boss.
Joey drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, picked up the glass and shook it at the boss.
The devil will spit on your soul!Not enough drunks to take advantage of!
He took another glass, this time with a large glass of beer.
When the boss Jason came back, Joey had already taken off his hat and put it on the bar.
Jason looked at the bruise on Joey's face and pretended to be surprised, "You are..."
In fact, he noticed Joey as soon as he entered the door. He usually doesn't have the habit of wearing a hat.
Moreover, the guests in recent days seem to be wearing hats!
The boss's embarrassing acting skills are nothing more than opening his mouth wide and staring his eyes. Joey doesn't bother to expose him, as long as there is free wine to drink.
Pointing to the bruise on his face, Joey said, "Is this what you're curious about? I think you must have seen many such wounds in the past few days."
"Mmmmmmm!"
The boss eats chicken pecking rice.
After another half glass of beer, Joey began to tell the boss.
"Recently, a... lunatic appeared in a few streets around here."
madman?What's wrong?The boss was curious, but tactfully did not interrupt him.
Joey touched the wound on his face and continued: "This lunatic always appears in the middle of the night, wearing strange clothes and wearing a strange mask. Only the skin on his hands is leaking out."
Hearing this, the boss also took a sip of wine, thinking: What a big mask...
"That lunatic would attack everyone, usually with one punch in the face, and if he didn't knock him out with the first punch, he would get the second punch."
"So that's how the wounds on your faces came about?"
The boss feels speechless, you guys are hooligans!Won't you fight back!
As if guessing the question in the boss's mind, Joey said directly: "It's not that no one fights back, but that lunatic is not afraid at all. Moreover, those who fought back woke up after being knocked out, and found that they were covered by several clothes. Surrounded by psychopaths, those psychopaths actually decide the order of hitting him by guessing fists!"
"What happened later! What happened later!"
It's so exciting...cough!Such a poor thing happened!
"Later, that person was sent to Sai Ke Hospital for treatment."
Secco Hospital?Isn't that a hospital that specializes in treating neuropathy?
"Huh? I played all night! Did you get beaten up?!"
Glancing at the boss with mentally ill eyes, Joey said: "Of course not, he told others everywhere that he was beaten by a clown flying in the sky in a balloon, and that the clown had a talking cat. That cat hit him too! What about a bumblebee who has practiced Jeet Kune Do, it hurts so much..."
The boss lit a cigarette: "Then you really should go to Saike Hospital."
After finishing speaking, he asked Joey curiously: "So you were also beaten by that psychopath?"
Joey also lit a cigarette, and exhaled a puff of smoke. Covered in clouds and mist, Joey said in an erratic tone.
"No."
"I was beaten by that talking cat."
Jason, the bar owner, was silent.
After a while, he put away Joey's glass and poured him another glass.
The boss thought: From now on, we can no longer sell fake wine.
Please collect it, everyone.
(End of this chapter)
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