Doomsday Bandits and Tramps

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"Come on, what do you want to talk about?"

Niao Grace stuffed wine and a wine glass into Ismail's arms, then pushed her away from the pile of smelly men and came to the other corner of the rooftop.

Niao Graan asked: "Wine, can you drink?"

Ismail smiled lightly: "Drink a little, it doesn't matter."

Smiling gracefully, she poured half a glass of wine for Ismail: "Come on, cheers."

Ismail looked at the wine glass in his hand, and wanted to ask Niao Yingna what to pour the wine with, but he saw her touch the wine bottle to his glass, then raised the bottle and raised her head: "Ton, ton, ton... ...."

"My God, drink slowly."

Ismail hastily grabbed Yao Na, whose cheeks were flushed, but her consciousness was clear and she was not drunk at all.

"Don't worry, sister, my sister can drink a lot, and they may not be able to drink more than me at a table of men."

"You have something on your mind?"

Graceful fell silent.

"Let me guess," Ismail shook the wine glass, looking at the reflection of someone in the glass through the crystal liquid, "Actually, you didn't come here to catch men, did you?"

Graceful smiled noncommittally, and sat beside Ismail holding the wine bottle: "I just want to give up quickly."

"If you mind telling me," Ismail said, "I'm a good listener."

"Hehe, there's nothing to say."

Niao Grace smiled, took a sip of wine, and sighed softly: "It's just that I like him, and he doesn't like my vulgar stories."

Ismail didn't speak, he propped his chin and looked at the graceful woman quietly.

Under the influence of alcohol, Niao Grace slowly talked about the past: "I grew up in a dark alley, where good and bad people are mixed, there are everyone, and nothing is new. Everyone thinks about how to survive every day. You Maybe I heard what they said about me."

"Well," Ismail nodded, "but in this world, who can really live a glorious life."

Niao Huana took a sip of wine: "Five years ago, he first appeared in a dark alley, empty-handed, and claimed to be a mercenary. No one gave him good looks, but he was good-looking. Murderous and gloomy all over, many men and women came to his side on poles just to have a good night, but no one can get close to him. Some people say that he doesn't like those crooked melons, and some people say that he is fake and noble. "

"Are you also one of men and women?" Ismail asked curiously.

"What I care more about is how much benefit I can get from him. It's not easy to get along in a dark alley without a backer. Of course, it's not a disadvantage if you can sleep."

Niao Grace tapped on Erlang's leg, and the shoes were dangling gently on his feet: "For a while, he couldn't receive commissions, and he was getting thinner with the naked eye. Due to the rules in the dark alley, I only dared to inquire about him. Suddenly one day, someone found out about him and deliberately provoked him. He didn't make a sound, turned around and left. At that time, I thought he was a coward, a vase, and had no blood at all. As a result, the next day, he even brought a nest Killed that group of people, robbed them all, and turned them into bandits."

Ismail smiled: "He is also quite ruthless."

Yaona said: "Zeng Jin is a soldier who has degenerated into a bandit. When a good person becomes bad, it is much more terrifying than a simple bad person."

As the night wind blew, Ismail coughed twice, gracefully took off her shawl and put it on her shoulders, and then took a sip of wine.

"But the fact is that after he came, there were fewer restless people in the dark alley, and there were more rules. Bandits are still bandits, but they have to abide by the rules he set. The scale of the dark alley is getting bigger and bigger. The current black market."

Niao Grace put down the wine bottle and looked at the man who was drinking and eating meat not far away: "He is still the bandit who comes and goes naturally and does as he pleases, except for that little brother, there is no one around him. I thought that life would go on like this forever , five years, seven years, ten years, heh, who knows..."

Curiously smiling twice, Ismail held down her wine bottle and asked her to drink less: "Speaking of which, I was the one who matched the two of them."

"Silly sister, don't try to comfort me," said Niao Huana with her arms around Ismail, leaning on her shoulders, looking at the twinkling stars in the sky, "If the two of them don't feel for each other, it's useless for you to tie them together ah."

Ismail patted his graceful back in distress.

"Besides, I've already taken revenge on him."

Ismail: "???"

"I deliberately pretended to be very affectionate with him to make his partner jealous."

Graceful smiled, and after laughing, there was only loneliness and loneliness in her eyes: "At that time, when I saw his eyes, I knew...it was completely over."

Graceful picked up the wine bottle and touched Ismail: "Sister has decided, starting today, I will seriously look for a man!"

"Okay," said Ismail, "then I wish you get rid of your old lover and start a new life. Cheers."

"cheers."

"What are they talking about?"

Seth ate the barbecue and looked at the two women who were drinking and chatting in the corner.

"I don't know," Prin looked at them with lingering fear, "Brother, why do I think women are scarier than men when they drink alcohol?"

Luo Dan said: "Then you, like your elder brother, should find a man to spend the rest of your life with."

Prince suddenly fell into deep thought, and looked at Seth curiously: "Brother, is there any difference between finding a man and finding a woman?"

Seth smiled and flicked Prin's head: "As long as you like it, does it matter if it's a man or a woman?"

"Oh," Prince nodded thoughtfully, and asked again, "Then you and Brother Xiu, who will go up and who will go down?"

"Uh......"

This question instantly blocked Seth's mouth. He pretended not to hear, raised his glass to drink with Prin, and changed the subject: "Hey, hey, where is he? I have to go find him. .”

"Hey, brother, don't go, hey!"

Eight o'clock in the evening, Coral Pavilion.

The eastern part of Tinis City is the mouth of the river, and there is a dazzling pearl on the wide and calm water-Jiangxinzhou.

The area here is small, not comparable to a block in other urban areas, but it condenses more than 80.00% of the wealth of Tinis City.Apart from boats, the only way to reach Jiangxinzhou is the cross-river bridge extending down from the North District, but the other side of the bridge is a place that is difficult for ordinary people to reach.

The military's armored vehicle drove into Jiangxin Island smoothly, and drove for another 5 minutes. The car stopped by a bay. Facing the crowd was a crystal clear venue, two stories high, shaped like coral, with a faint blue color, like The color of the sea under the sun's rays brings with it the tranquility and depth of the night.

It's just that, under the strong light that can almost turn night into day, this deep blue color has a bit of a man-eating smell of copper.

"Two army commanders, doctor, please come inside."

Under the guidance of the welcoming lady with long breasts and thighs, the four of them walked slowly down the spiral staircase paved with marble tiles. The coral white door was pushed open by the doorman, and the arc-shaped banquet hall was brightly lit. The walls are made of thick and translucent waterproof glass, and through the glass are schools of fish swimming under the light and gorgeous coral reefs.

"This, this is..."

Kafka was close to the glass, and outside the window was a thriving swimming fish and coral reefs: "This is the estuary, how can there be such good fish and corals? The water temperature in Tinis City is not enough for them to develop."

"Look carefully before you speak."

Behind the four, an old man in a white coat with a strange metal circle around his waist said.

"Franz?"

Kafka couldn't help being surprised when he saw the person coming.

"Hmph, I should have been surprised if I were to be surprised," Franz stared angrily at the crutch in Kafka's hand, and snorted coldly, "I thought you were torn apart and eaten by strange beasts, why, wild beast Don’t go down, come back with your tail between your legs?”

Kafka smiled, and waved his hand in front of his nose: "After so many years, your mouth still smells so bad."

Franz squinted at Israel behind Kafka, and Israel immediately lowered his head and bowed respectfully: "Dr. Franz."

Franz said with a cold face: "Don't call me, you don't see me as a doctor."

"PhD......"

Conroy smiled, and patted Israel on the back, signaling him not to worry, and then said, "The two doctors haven't seen each other for a long time, there must be a lot of topics to talk about, the humble job still has a task ahead, so I'll leave first."

Before leaving, Conroy said to Kafka: "Doctor, after the dinner, I will arrange someone to take you back to your residence. I wish you a good night."

"Thank you."

After Conroy and Barlow left, Franz walked up to Kafka, his old hand touched the glass lightly: "The coral pavilion is surrounded by a constant temperature water tank, and the fish and coral in it are artificially propagated. .”

"Is this the cultivation plan of Tinis City? Artificial breeding for endangered marine species?" Israel looked at the constant temperature water tank, which can be called an ocean paradise, "Is this kind of investment for the current Tinis City? ..."

"Cultivation plan?" Dr. Franz couldn't help laughing when he heard these four words, "They don't know what a cultivation plan is, it's just to cater to the name 'Coral Pavilion', it's just good-looking."

Ismail frowned: "Just for the sake of looking good?"

"How long have you been out, and what this fortress city looks like, you have already forgotten."

Israel stopped talking and waited beside Kafka with his hands down.

Suddenly, a group of clownfish slowly swam in front of the two of them. Kafka picked up the crutch and tapped it from a distance. The clownfish immediately dispersed and hid in the coral reef in a panic.

"For them, it's just good-looking, but for you, a lot of effort has been put into it."

"Hello, I brought you a drink."

The waiter brought a few cocktail glasses, Kafka chose a blue cocktail, Israel also chose a blue one, and the metal ring around Franz's waist branched out into a twig. Finally, a mechanical arm was formed. Unlike the two, he picked a glass of orange cocktail.

The waiter was not surprised, bowed slightly to the three of them, and left with the tray.

"I remember you hated robots," said Kafka, "and now you're making such fancy things."

Kafka took a sip of his wine and said coldly, "Because you left this mess and ran away without saying a word."