American Comics: Multiverse of Madness.

Chapter 157 Count Nefara (update for [-] coins)

The bars of Rock Springs are a paradise for thieves and gangsters.

Unlike the territories under the control of the leader Red Skull, the style here is relatively peaceful. After the great Mafia Farah family took over the rule here, these gangsters unexpectedly began to govern this area with kindness. land.

There are no gang fights or killing people for fun. The ordinary people living here are just self-sufficient and quiet and peaceful. Although the taxes are a bit high and there are more thieves and cheaters, for them, living here is still a good life. Will not lose his life.

The Nefalla family prohibits all residents from leaving here, but they are very polite to outsiders. I heard that many gangs from other places will trade weapons with the Nefalla family, even Hydra is no exception.

Speaking of the history of the Nefalla family, there is one person who must be mentioned - Count Luchino Nefalla.

Count Nefara was also a famous person back then. Any hero who could survive two rounds in his hands was a leading figure among superheroes. The enemies he faced spanned the Avengers and the X-Men. Later, Almost all famous heroes have fought against him.

But now, he is no longer the leader of the mafia.

Sitting on the chair at the front of the bar, Count Nefara held the wine glass in both hands and kept rubbing his fingers on it, as if there was dust on the glass that could never be wiped off.

The bartender was already used to this strangely dressed old man. He leaned against the end of the bar, glancing at Count Nefera from time to time. People around the bar also leaned against the edge, trying to get further away from the old man.

They are not afraid of this old man. Although this old man is nominally the godfather of the Nefara Mafia, he has already retired after the night when all the superheroes were killed.

The reason why people around him are reluctant to get close to him is because this old man has gone crazy for a long time. He has been immersed in the past and cannot get out of it. When he sees people, he will tell them about the glorious days when he fought with the heroes.

Perhaps on the day when the heroes died, Count Nefara also died in his heart?At this time, he was just living in the event, and he could no longer find a reason for him to fight for it all his life.

The bar is filled with the stench of human body and the smell of alcohol. Compared with the inside of the Nefalla family, the environment here is not that good, but for Count Nefalla, this is the only place where he can get drunk and dream.

He knew that most people here looked down on him. Some people regarded him as a clown with strange clothes. Gangsters and thieves would even laugh at his uniform behind his back. But only he knew how popular this uniform was back then. scenery.

".You, you know nothing."

Count Nefara's eyes were cloudy, and his soft words were like whispers in a dream.

"In Los Angeles back then, those people would tremble just by hearing my name."

He held the wine glass tightly with both hands, and the waxy and inferior wine was sloshing in the glass.

Count Nefara looked at his reflection in the wine glass and his old face, with mixed feelings in his heart.

At this moment, the bartender couldn't help but reveal a wry smile. The shiny cup he put down was wiped in his hand, and he turned around and took down a glass of strong wine from the shelf. He knew that the earl was about to start recalling the past. It’s been a long time.

"Let's discuss it. Lord Earl, I'll give you a drink for free. Please stop telling me about your glorious past, okay?"

The bartender smiled slightly and filled Count Nefara's glass with strong liquor.

Every time Count Nefara was about to tell his past, the bartender would use this method to stop him. Over time, the two of them had already formed a tacit habit.

But tonight, the wind has changed in Rock Springs.

The door of the bar was gently pushed open. The bartender heard the sound and went out, only to see three figures hidden under hoods slowly walking in.

Maybe they were travelers from out of town, the bartender guessed.Winter is coming soon. During this time, we often see businessmen from other places bringing their families here to pray for shelter. Maybe in the wasteland, this is the only place where those who cannot control their own destiny can have a good rest.

The cold winter every year is a disaster for ordinary people in this world. After being looted by various gangs, even the rats in the farmers' warehouses starve to death. Compared with the outside, it is much better here.

The three people approached the bar. The bartender quickly put the rag on his shoulders and greeted him enthusiastically. He knew that those outsiders were rich guys. Whether he could make a fortune from them depended on his skills. .

"How can I help you?"

"Just bring some food and the strongest wine you have here." The leading man raised his hand and took out a piece of gold from his robe, which was as big as a wine glass.

The bartender's eyes widened at this moment, staring directly at the astonishing weight of the gold nugget.

Then he quickly put the gold nugget into his pocket, and then he took out three glasses from under the bar. At the same time, he turned around and took out a bottle of wine from a dusty cabinet.

"You guys drink something to warm yourself up first. This wine will definitely not disappoint you. I'll tell the chef to make you something to eat."

After filling the three glasses, the bartender gave a heartfelt ugly smile.

"I want a cup too!"

Count Nefara drank up the liquor in the quilt in one gulp, and then slammed the cup on the bar.

"This is my old client. Don't be surprised if he is drunk." The bartender smiled at the three of them, and then said to Count Nefara. "Lord Earl, my salary cannot afford you and such high-end goods."

Hearing this, Count Nefara frowned deeply.

At this moment, the man hidden under the hood spoke again.

"Give him a drink and charge it to me."

Blinking, the bartender was stunned for a moment.

But he reacted quickly.

".Okay, as you wish."

Since someone was willing to pay, the bartender naturally didn't say anything. He quickly filled Count Nefara's wine, then turned around and walked into the bar's back kitchen.

Looking at the blood-red wine in the cup, Count Nefara stuck out his tongue and licked his chapped lips. Then he tilted his head slightly and glanced at the man sitting next to him out of the corner of his blurred eyes. Three strangers.

"From out of town?"

"So be it." The man replied.

"My clothes look weird, don't get me wrong, I know everyone thinks so." Count Nefara took a sip of the strong wine in the glass. "In return for this glass of wine, would you like to hear my story?"

(End of this chapter)