see you soon

Dr. Erskine: ""

buy oranges

Watching Ron slip away so fast, Erskine slowly retracted his outstretched hand and stood there for a moment, feeling at a loss.

"Dr. Erskine, why are you still here? Why aren't you leaving?" Colonel Phillips followed behind.

Dr. Erskine nodded and said, "I just saw Mr. Ron."

"Mr. Ron" Colonel Phillips "somewhat"

Erskine paused, hesitated to speak, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "Why does Brother Ron insist on buying oranges and a barbecue? If not, you can also consider hamburgers."

Colonel Phillips: ""

Don't you have a bit of trouble with such a fat body? Dr. Erskine

"Doctor, haven't you ever thought about losing weight and eating less barbecue and other things?"

"Colonel Phillips, silence is golden." Dr. Erskine said solemnly: "Please remain polite and wait until Mr. Orange comes back."

Phillips: ""

So the two stood at the entrance of the alley, looking at each other silently, just so quietly

Ron has been waiting to buy oranges.

Ron didn't know that Erskine was really eagerly waiting for his oranges. After finally getting out of Erskine's sight, he immediately went straight to the intersection of Fallen Street.

Of course, before that, he went to the restaurant to have a feast, which allowed him to completely recover his energy before going to Fallen Street.

When we got there after dinner, the sky had already darkened. Ron made some inquiries and went to a nearby place where black boxing could be played. The arrival of night made the place even more lively and noisy, with people holding wine bottles and howling. drunkard.

An old man like Ron was quite unusual, so many people looked at him more.

Soon Ron found a man in the corner who was muttering about black fists and iron claws. He approached and handed him a cigar.

"Brother, what are your chances of winning today?"

The man was drunk and irritable. His eyes lit up when he saw the cigar, and his tone immediately became more polite, "Hey, it's a good smoke, but don't mention it today, I'll lose everything."

Ron asked: "I heard you say before that the boxer was an invincible man with steel claws. You were so powerful that you didn't even bet that he would definitely win."

"That man is powerful, but he has been fighting for a month straight. I thought that no matter how powerful a person is, he might not be able to hold on, so I gave it to his opponent this time. His opponent is a boxing champion. Who knows that he can't beat that man?" With one punch, that guy brought his own weapon, which was totally a violation. He stabbed the boxing champion to death with one knife. I lost everything."

Ron calmly continued to ask: "Then why don't you continue to suppress the man with the steel claws and beat him for a month? Isn't this too exaggerated? Is it possible that he has no defeat? Who is this person, so powerful?"

"He is not as fierce and sharp as a beast at all. The steel claw weapon in his hand kills people like cutting tofu. He is a god. But because he is so powerful, no one rushes to challenge him now. Even if he suppresses him, there is no profit at all. It's not much, the odds are bad." The man took a puff of cigarette in ecstasy and reminded Ron.

"Old man, you're old and you still want to gamble, so you'd better go back quickly. If you lose all your money, you won't even be able to buy a coffin by then."

Ron smiled nonchalantly: "I'm getting older, so I'm looking for some excitement." He said lightly: "Sometimes, life is worse than death, isn't it?"

Rhett was stunned as he watched Ron staggering towards the registration office. For some reason, the old man's eyes just now made him feel a little dazed.

He was once a soldier with meritorious service on the battlefield, but in a bloody battle in Germany, all his brothers died.

The enemy was so terrifying, with cutting-edge weapons and ferocious murders that no one could defeat him.They are monsters that can grow two if you cut off one head.

Rhett still trembles when he thinks about it. He is a deserter. From now on, he will not even dare to look in the direction of Germany.

From then on, he lived in a state of drunkenness and dreaminess, sinking in wine and sex.

Rhett shook his head and took another sip of wine with a complicated expression.

"That old man is really looking for death. There is no life better than death. You are just sending yourself to death."

Ron walked slowly to the registration desk over there and coughed, "Well, sign up."

"Old man, you're over 80 and you still gamble on boxing." The beauty selling the tickets was very young, with a delicate face. She was wearing a three-point bunny girl outfit. Her buttocks were round and perky, and she twisted and twisted in a very charming way.

Just

Ron withdrew his eyes indifferently and took out a wad of U.S. bills in his hand, "Ten thousand U.S. dollars, all in."

This momentum instantly attracted the attention of many people.

"Wow, here comes a victim."

"How heroic! The old man is indeed rich these days."

The little beauty's eyes lit up when she saw the dollar bills. She bent over and turned around, saying seductively: "Wow, old man, why are you betting on black boxing when you have so much money? Support me and I can empty you out."

"Hehe, the hot beauty Lina has taken action. That woman is really greedy for money, but few people can resist her charming charm. Have you seen her butt? Hehe, I really want to pinch it. Bundle"

"If you want to pinch me, give me money, otherwise, that woman can kill you with one shot. You old man will be lucky."

Everyone around her looked at her with envious eyes. Lina exhaled like blue, and Ron couldn't help but glance down.

Lina couldn't help but straighten forward, and when she was feeling proud, she saw Ron saying lightly.

"Did you see my gaze?"

Ron's eyes were fixed on Lena's chest

"Yes, I'm sorry."