The Death Knell

The owner of the bar is very sincere. He gave a lot of corn tortillas and hot sauce. He also poured a large glass of hot orange juice for the girl to drink. Maybe he thought that drinking milk might be ambiguous.

Although I doubt the source of this pair of guests, the key to the bar business is not to be meddlesome.

If the girl showed any signs of being coerced, he would have called the police right away, but now it looks like the girl is very precocious and she is haunting a man who is old enough to be her father.

As for saying that these two are real father and daughter?

Impossible, the owner has opened a bar for more than 30 years, and he still has this vision. The two of them don't look like the same kind of people.

The girl's eyes were very excited, like she was on drugs, and she could see that she didn't care about anything. She might be full of thoughts of carnival and pleasure, and she didn't even care about her own life and death.

The man is very scary, he seems to have experienced some very dark things, bad things, just his aura can make people feel suffocated.

Not to mention that this person also seems to be not in a normal state of mind. His left eye is full of humanity and gentleness, but his right eye is cold. When he looks at himself, he is like a predator looking at some food.

Looking at the relationship between the two, the boss has already made up a road movie.

A mischievous and depraved middle school girl pulls up a man's car on the interstate to escape her icy home and her mother who works as a prostitute, and wants a go trip.

And the man, because he retired from the navy, perhaps suffered from some mental illness during the battle, is in the stage of giving up on himself and being confused. When he sees a girl for a ride, he simply takes her with him and finds a spiritual sustenance.

Along the way, the two fell in love for a long time. He wanted to feel the youthful physical vitality, and she wanted to use the uncle's dollars, so the two depended on each other like this, driving to the distant sunset in the yellow sand of the highway.

This isn't new at all, because San Diego has several great beaches, and there's even a carousel on Mission Bay's beaches, which is as attractive as a dream kingdom for young girls, if you can There they eat, drink and play for free, and they are willing to pay anything.

At dusk, sitting on a carousel or a small train watching the sea, the sea breeze blows, the skirt and long hair are flying, the smile is as bright as a flower, and a pink filter is added, and videos like this can become popular on the Internet.

The man put down the wine glass, signaled to refill, and said in a calm voice, "Boss, your wine is good, my name is Thomas, her name is Martha..."

"Pfft!" The girl suddenly laughed out loud for no reason, and orange juice flowed from the corners of her mouth.

The man who claimed to be Thomas glared at her, raised his hand to wipe her, and continued with the bar owner's tolerant and understanding 'I understand' eyes: "Cough! The wine is good, but why does there seem to be no one in the bar today? Let's go in. When I was in the city, I found a lot of people going out of the city."

"People call me old Mike, young man, have you been driving a long time on the road?"

With a somewhat tired tone, the boss wiped his hands with a towel, while also looking at the street outside the window:

"I don't know when you last watched the news, but these days, the biggest news in the United States is that the Overlord organization is going to restart the Skull Island exploration plan, now, you watch TV."

As he said that, the boss pointed to the TV hanging on the wine rack, but at this time it seemed to be playing the scenery.

Seeing this, Old Mike shrugged and could only explain again.

"There's a **** scientist who said there's a door to a parallel universe under the island..."

When he said this, he raised his hand and circled beside his temple, expressing that he thought the scientist was sick, and went on to say:

"I don't know more about it, in short, now they're going to open the door at the risk of angering the monsters on the island, and Skull Island is more than 500 kilometers due west of San Diego. If the monster gets angered Well, we're the first unlucky, **** **** presidents, **** defense contractors."

"Oh? The monsters are on the island, so they won't affect the city, right?" Thomas turned the glass as if he couldn't understand.

"Oh, sailor, you may have been a soldier, but your social experience is still not as good as my old man. I will tell you what will happen."

Seeing that there were no more customers outside the store, Old Mike sighed and put the whisky bottle on the bar:

"Humans can't be a match for monsters. Those poor soldiers will be beaten to death by monsters on the island, and then there will be fat generals or nerdy scientists evacuating in planes because the line between the two points is the shortest. , so they will withdraw to the headquarters of the Third Fleet, which is San Diego Bay, which is only three kilometers away from us, and come with the monsters chasing after their ass."

"That's it, in that case, the people in the city should be fleeing, why don't you leave?" The girl asked with blinking eyes. After she heard that the city might be facing extinction, she was still very relaxed. Still smiling.

This also verifies the view of old Mike, this girl doesn't care about life and death at all, she just wants to have fun.

"My father left this bar for me. I grew up on the second floor here, and I originally planned to pass it on, but more than ten years ago, my wife and children became A street shootout involving a gang passed away."

With his elbows on the bar, the old man rubbed his red nose, his cloudy eyes looked at the wine bottle, and he poured himself a glass and poured it into his throat:

"I only have this bar now. If the monster really comes, take the bar and the old man away with me. It's no big deal."

"No wonder, we didn't see a few open stores on the road, but the cars going out of the city were about to block the road."

The girl named Martha wrapped her fingers around her hair, her blond hair was highlighted in red and blue:

"However, don't despair if your wife and child die. I'll give you an idea, hee hee, you have such a store on the street not far from the beach, it should be considered a bit of money, right? You only look at six Ten years old? Not too old, spend a little money to pick a Ukrainian postal bride on the Internet, and have another child? Although I don’t know what the prices are here, I’m sure that you can choose anywhere around $50,000.”

After speaking, she winked and swayed, as if she thought she had a good idea.

Old Mike's face turned red, and he didn't know if it was because he was angry or because he had high blood pressure.

"Little girl, you don't understand. Not everything in this world can be measured by money. There are always some precious things that can't be returned if they are lost."

"Oh, it's too serious, old man, you're too serious." The girl rolled her eyes and swung her little hands around weakly: "You can use my tricks, anyway, for a 'young man' like me. , making yourself happy is the most important thing, hee hee!" (To be continued)