Chapter 2392

The last time I came to this island country was a few decades ago, shortly after the end of World War II, the death knell came with six benki.

At that time, the coast was full of American clubs, and the streets were full of Pampa who begged for food with his body, showing a deformed society.

Now, the difference is not big. There are more neon lights and more music on the street. The girls who stand on the street to make money don't wear kimonos any more. They wear lovely sailor suits and bubble socks.

This is still the place where nightclubs used to be, and the style is totally different from that in America.

"Roppongi, although I have been to Japan for many times, I have never come here to play." The Chamberlain's eyes were not enough, and the colorful lights reflected his mask: "I've seen the series of" the queen of heaven ", but I didn't think of it

As he spoke, he hit his head with his fist, as if regretting his memory.

"The female public relations in the store are different from the assistant girls outside. They are all PUA masters. You can't eat them even if you spend money." The death knell has become the face of Wulang in "lonely gourmet" and the hanging has become a long black dress: "since you know Japanese, go and ask for information. At present, we only know that someone has detonated a nuclear bomb in Fukushima. Go and find out how ordinary people in the street think about this matter. I'll wait for you in the noodle shop over there."

With that, the bell went to one side of the street. The stall selling Wudong noodles decades ago had become a small restaurant with the words "face" written on the red curtain.

But the boss is not the original rickets man, now the shop manager looks at the facial features and that person are somewhat similar, maybe it is a son or grandson.

There is not only soy sauce in udong noodles, but also fish plates and eggs.

Sitting at the bar, watching the TV set hanging from the ceiling, listening to the diners discussing the nuclear explosion just now, Su Ming just cocked up his ears.

"Why? Isn't Damien satisfied with us

Some of the Japanese customers who had dinner were worried. He was wearing a good suit and a high-grade watch made by Wilson company. He could also come to liubenki to play in the evening, which showed that he was also a rich man.

Why do rich people come to such small shops? This is normal. The emperor still likes pickles.

"Well, who said it wasn't, and I don't know which bastard in the government angered the American adults, but the atomic bomb fell on our civilians."

The other diner, who seemed to be in the same position as him, spoke infrequently. Under normal circumstances, the Japanese do not answer this way when they go out, because it will cause trouble to others, which is regarded as a very impolite act.

If you want to join the topic, you have to apologize first. That's the problem.

"I think the place reported on the news is in Fukushima, isn't it a nuclear power plant leak?" At the same time, the owner of the restaurant used a bamboo basket to pick up noodles and throw water, and at the same time, he used the tone of inquiry to talk to regular customers.

"It's not like that, boss. Even if the nuclear power plant leaks, the material concentration and the number of neutrons in it will not be enough to trigger a chain explosion." The first guest seemed to have a bad appetite, and the noodles were not delivered to his mouth for half a day: "we all saw mushroom clouds in the news, which can only be caused by weapons grade nuclear bombs."

"That is to say, at present, the only people who can use nuclear weapons at will are the American adults?" Another guest agreed, his chopsticks creaked: "it must be that our attitude is not respectful enough, so they punish us. Who is disrespectful to rice? Damn it

"Who else? The diner in front of him held out a finger, pointed to the ceiling, and winked vaguely: "they are greedy and always say that they want to catch up with the United States in the Premier League and gain economic independence. This is not a warning!"

"Alas..."

the expressions of diners in the shop are very complex, not to mention worried, but more like a kind of helplessness and confusion.

After the defeat of World War II, they had been making dogs for the United States because of their worship for the strong. Now they are beaten with a stick and dare not show their teeth. They can only make a whine and continue to suck noodles here.

Su Ming, who has been eavesdropping, is holding his arm on the bar seat. He seems to be one of the worried customers, but actually he is thinking about something.

According to the current anecdotes, the Japanese people unanimously believe that the nuclear weapons attack was done by the United States, and the reasons have been found. This is very interesting.

But a little analysis in mind basically ruled out this possibility, because it does not bring any benefits to American politicians or the military.

If it's a city that bombed the bear, it's possible that some madman is planning to play World War III.

But this small island country has been a dog without a backbone for decades. The United States has always wanted it to come and go at once. What's the point of knocking it again?

"Guest, your noodles are ready. Please enjoy yourself." A large bowl was placed in front of the funeral bell after the change of appearance.

"Oh, thank you for your hospitality." Fake Wulang squeezed out a polite smile.The noodles came up very quickly. Without the interference of the dead waiter's smell, the noodles seemed to be delicious. After drinking so much wine, it was really good to eat noodles.

After a few sips of the soup, Su Ming goes to the door and checks with the owner's wife. When he goes out of the restaurant, he sees the valet walking up and down under the street lamp not far away, but also buttons the advertisement on the wall with his finger.

"Well, what did you get?" The death bell came to his cousin's back, and his coat was still dark under the neon lights.

Wade turned around, and a pair of small eyes on his mask narrowed. "I suspect this is a terrorist attack. Even though the people I'm asking about think it's done by the United States, my brilliant butt thinks it's not right. It's screaming, asking me to point the chrysanthemum at outer space."

Under the streetlights, the brain of the death knell automatically translates the nonsense: "so, do you think this is not just a terrorist attack, the attacker is also from space?"

"What? No, I just want the chrysanthemum to bask in the moon The Chamberlain shook his head and asked, "what's wrong? Don't I even have the right to bask in the moon? When I'm useful, you call me Xiaotiantian. When I'm useless, you leave me aside. I don't take Wudong noodles with me. My chrysanthemum and I need more fair treatment. Do you know how much pleasure it is when the whole noodle flows out of my cancerous intestines? You... "

" poof! "

In the face of endless disgusting nonsense, the owl dagger again inserted into the rotten abdominal cavity, and subconsciously turned a few times. No way, this is the mercenary instinct. The dagger stabs people with rotation.

"My hands are slipping, and I've never called you sweetie."

Su Ming calmly pulls out the dagger, flicks the blood stains on it, and drags Wade's back collar into the dark lane to leave.

"Slippery? DC is so dark...

the death attendant covered his belly and shook his head with emotion.

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