American Comics: When the Police Comes to Knock on the Door

"Bet me a glass of wine that I can guess how old you are this year." A blonde sat at the bar next to Richard.

"Sorry, I don't gamble." Richard glanced at the girl, then picked up the beer on the table and took a sip.

"It's not gambling, it's just that if I guess right, how about buying me a drink?"

"Let me also guess how old you are, less than 1 year old."

"You are the police"

"Do not."

"Then you are so lenient." After saying that, the girl turned and left angrily.

"That girl looks nice, but you are so unkind." A man who had been sitting on Richard's right spoke. Curly hair, broad forehead, suit and leather shoes, elegant and elegant.

"That's the case tonight." Richard looked at the man beside him.

"how to say"

"Look, the man playing with his cell phone." Richard turned his head and pointed his eyes at a black man standing not far behind him, and then said, "That's a policeman."

"Aha, how did you know."

"My eyes wandered, I looked around, and my body kept tilting to the left. I guess this rookie's gun holster must not be fixed properly."

"Interesting. My name is Terry Wagner." Terry raised the beer in his hand to signal.

"Rick" Richard also raised the bottle and touched it with Terry.

"Rick, you know, I have a good memory, I can't help but think I've never seen you here before."

"Of course, Iraq is quite far away from here."

"Ah, let me guess, Marines."

"No, Coast Guard."

"Still serving now"

"Retired."

"Can I ask why?"

Richard shrugged and said he had no comment.

Terry continued, "Rick, I'm going to see a girl later. She needs a little encouragement. You know what I mean, can you tell me where I can get some."

"How do you think I would know?" Richard asked, staring into Terry's eyes.

"Paul, Paul Naren."

"Well, Paul Naren, I'm sorry, I can't help you tonight."

"That's really unlucky."

"Maybe you can try your luck at the Phantom Bar, but I don't think there will be any chance tonight." After that, Richard drank all the beer in the bottle, stood up and left.

Richard knew the fish was hooked.

The next night, Richard came to the Captain's Bar again, ordered a bottle of beer, sat on a chair in front of the bar, watched TV and drank.

"Hi, Rick." Terry came over and sat next to Richard.

"How was last night?" Richard glanced at Terry, then turned to continue staring at the TV.

“Under the circumstances, that’s not bad.”

"I'm sorry to leave you here last night, but having the police around here makes me nervous enough."

"It's okay, I understand."

"But there is good news. The police are off tonight. How about a party tonight?"

"of course."

Richard and Terry walked toward the back door of the bar, which led to a dark alley.

Terry opened the back door first and walked out, followed closely by Richard. But as soon as Richard went out, a big man rushed out from behind, hugged Richard with both hands, and met a strong man running towards him.

Richard bent over and twisted his hips, put his right leg behind the left leg of the person behind him, then straightened his shoulders and raised his right elbow. The big man behind him lay on his back because his center of gravity was destroyed and fell to the ground.

Then Richard raised his left arm to catch the oncoming right hook. He made a palm with his right hand and sent it upward smoothly with the palm of his hand facing the chin of the person in front of him. When the palm of his hand hit the chin, he could clearly hear the fall. There was a "clunking" sound as the teeth hit the upper teeth, and at the same time, blood spilled from the mouth of the big man in front of him because he bit his tongue. Then Richard changed his palm into a grasp, and his five fingers turned into claws, and he pressed down on the opponent's forehead. The other party screamed and fell to the ground, covering his eyes with his hands and wailing.

Then Richard turned around, stepped up his feet and raised his knees, and his left knee hit hard against the big man who was getting up behind him.