Abyss Express

Jim Downing is Robert Downing's grandfather.

He once galloped the blue sky, crossed the sea, participated in the Second World War.

Starting from the most basic sailors and sailors, he has stayed in the submarine force, amphibious combat force, maritime supply support force and marine corps for a while.

It's a pity that the former hero Jim lost a leg, an arm, and an eye in order to defend the motherland, and his right ear was permanently deaf in the roar of artillery fire. Now he has become a gray beard and wrinkled face Jim.

He lives in the Alexander House Sanatorium, having fun with his comrades who are also too old to look like.

If you get up early enough, you can see the elder among the elders lying on the large stone carving platform of the nursing home basking in the sun at 6:30 in the morning, but this year's bad weather has made Jim's heart go out for more than seventy years The powder keg ignited again.

Maybe when you go to visit your wealthy distant relatives in London, when you walk to the gate of the nursing home, you can hear the sailor's thunderous scolding from more than 500 meters away.

"Damn it! I'm fucking fucked!"

Out of the red door of the entertainment room rushed out an old sailor as strong as a bull, leaning on a cane in one hand and holding a moldy fake eyeball in the other.

He's Jim Daddy--

——The temper is hot and dry to the point of smoking.

From his remaining left eye, he can see a terrifying murderous look. He is in his nineties and is the same age as the Queen of England.

"Penny! Petunia! Are you fucking deaf! Petunia!"

He called out the maid's name loudly, forcibly lifted the artificial limb with his big arm, held up the artificial eye, and cursed loudly with the lounges on both sides of the corridor to express his anger in his heart.

"What kind of human misery is this? Mold is growing on everything! My prosthetic leg, my prosthetic arm, even this eyeball is getting moldy! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!—"

When he couldn't get a maid, he knocked hard on the door of the neighbor next door.

"Von! Von! German devils! Did you fucking die in Dunkirk? It's six o'clock! How can you sleep at your age?! Help me! My eyeballs are moldy !Maybe this mold is contagious! If my dentures are moldy too, how am I going to eat? Don't fucking sleep! Wake up!"

From the window appeared the same old, but very fat, sullen face.

Good Neighbor Barnoff von Stein was Jim's comrade in arms—

——In detail, it should be the old German devil who was blasted into the water by the shock wave of the martyrdom shell in the naval battle and finally became a prisoner of the British army. He betrayed the country in the prison camp and began to work for the British army. at the turn of.

Now the two of them have a close relationship in their lives. They have agreed to be buried in St. James's Park after death, and they will be neighbors after entering the grave. They are serious life-and-death friends.

At this moment, the fat old man had a shy face, with a thin layer of thin golden hair on his head, and his big blue eyes were full of puzzlement.

"Where is the energy in you coming from? Jim! It's six o'clock in the morning! Petunia doesn't start working until nine o'clock, and according to the historical jokes of East and West Germany, she can point at your hair at eight fifty-nine." The nose scolds your ancestors, and then it will be replaced by a business-style fake smile at nine o'clock, understand? Do you understand?"

Jim I vomited old phlegm and spit it on the front porch, which is the only way everyone will pass.

He scolded viciously: "I want to find a job for this slacker who has no sense of public morality! One by one, you are like Big Ben changing its name to Elizabeth Tower-every day you change your name. I am looking for you Playing tennis and you say you don't want to bully disabled people, ha!"

Feng's face changed, and his expression became very strange: "Where did you learn these Internet buzzwords?"

Jim's face was full of smugness: "Hey! Keep up with the times! Otherwise, how can you stay young?"

The fat old man kept silent, pursed his mouth and was extremely aggrieved. He reluctantly took away Jim's fake eyeball. He went back to the draftsman's antique work station, wiped it with a handkerchief, disinfected it with alcohol, and moistened the eyeball. Skin-friendly prosthetics, a dab of Vaseline at the end, got Jim to lean in again.

"Come here, let me see your eye sockets."

Mr. Jim saw that the fake eyeballs were as clean as new, as if he had returned to the age of eighteen with his physical body. He was so short that he almost fell down because of the weak artificial legs. The thick flesh of the neck.

"Ouch! It hurts, hurts, hurts! It hurts!" The fat man shook his hand, and the fake eyeball rolled out, rolling from the porch to the street corner, and bumped into a lady's high-heeled shoes.

Mr. Jim was about to chase after him, but the fat man immediately straightened Jim's face, and wiped away the dirty things in his comrade's eye sockets with a cleaning cotton.

The cumulonimbus clouds in the sky are like pieces of cotton candy, and they are starting to turn white, and it is getting brighter.

When Mr. Jim was clean and refreshed, he heard the sound of high-heeled shoes "da da da". He entered the porch from the street and walked to the window sill of the nursing room. He saw a sexy and hot old woman leaning on crutches and carrying a small Hermès bag. , The golden mermaid skirt is studded with three hundred diamonds.

Even though she is nearly eighty-five years old and has more creases on her face than a hairless cat, she still looks agile and lively.

She had straight fiery red hair, was Scotch, and was Jim's comrade in arms.

Her name is Gloria—

—Gloria Inbartz.

In the nursing home, Miss Gloria was everyone's joy.

Because she loves to laugh very much, she likes to laugh when she sees everyone.

I turned around with difficulty, and forgot all the complaints, all the dissatisfaction, all the bitterness and pain——

——The sun shines all over the earth in an instant, and the holy light cast from the clouds is like a dream on this red-haired hot girl.

The concealer of age spots, the rose-colored lipstick on the dry lips, and the shrinking apple muscles and drooping bags under the eyes still couldn't stop the passionate smile.

In Father Jim's eyes, Little Sister Gloria was always Little Sister.

Even if she—

- she is now

She is now suffering from dementia, holding the round artificial eyeball with her tongue alone, with a horrible and demented smile on her face, and bursts of terrifying laughter from her throat, the flexible tongue is messing with the artificial eyeball, distorting the crazy expression It's scary.

"Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey hey!"

The fat old man covered his face at that time, and had no eyes to look at.

Jim took his precious trick casually, and then hugged Miss Gloria's cheek and kissed deeply.

The powerful biological pheromone brought back a little sanity to this old lady.

"Oh! Oh oh oh" Elder sister Gloria looked for glasses from her bag tremblingly, and talked to Jim about the recent events: "Captain, what day is it today?"

"Little Pepper!" Jim raised his eyebrows, wiped the drool on his eyeballs on the old blue military uniform, and stuffed them back into the eye sockets with a "boo", "I don't even remember what date it is! Just treat it as your birthday !"

Look at Jim Laozi's fake eyes rolling in the eye sockets, like a smart scanner camera capturing prey, aligning the focus, and finally maintaining the same line of sight with the real eyes.

Gloria exclaimed, "Hi! I'm a year older."

Jim Laozi yelled: "That's right! It's seventeen years old that is as sweet as honey!"

Only the fat old man pouted and kept muttering: "I just feel like I'm going to mold together with this building - it's like a big cemetery made of stones, our bodies are slowly rotting in the coffin, and we're going to die clean will be buried."

"Don't say that! Stein! Don't say that!" Father Jim waved his hands vigorously, like Captain Gerrard of the Liverpool Red Army cheering for the players, "I believe in God's arrangement! It doesn't want to take away our Fate, there must be stories waiting for us to write!"

Sister Gloria suddenly remembered something.

She took out her elderly large-screen mobile phone from her pocket, and couldn't remember the password after thinking about it for a long time.

Jim Laozi reminded intimately: "It's a birthday."

Gloria: "Whose birthday?"

Jim I: "Your husband's birthday."

Gloria: "Do I have a husband?"

Jim Laozi: "511119! I remember it better than you!"

"Oh oh oh!" Elder sister Gloria entered the correct password, immediately revealed the communication record, and explained to Jim, "There is Robert Downing, call me."

When Mr. Jim heard his grandson's name, he cheered up immediately, his eyes almost bursting out.

Elder sister Gloria asked in a daze, "Is this your nephew? Or your cousin? Is it your son? Or your daughter?"

Jim Laozi was patient and repeated the explanation with the hot girl again and again: "It's my grandson! What did he say?"

Old Sister Gloria scratched her head and began to think, her eyes looked at the cleverness, but she couldn't say a word, and finally said truthfully: "Forgot."

Father Jim asked again: "Why didn't he call me?"

Gloria: "Forgot."

Mr. Jim loved and cared for him in every possible way. He extinguished the volcano in his heart and kneaded Gloria's hair and scalp repeatedly, as if he was doing a healing massage.

"Think about it! Think about it! Pepper!"

Gloria's eyes grew brighter too—

—As if as long as the captain is around, she is still young.

"Your grandson wants you to do me a favor! He said he forgot your contact details! Only found my phone number"

Father Jim frowned and laughed: "Then he is really filial."

Gloria's head seemed to be powered on, and she became serious: "Seriously, you grandson! Tell me that the situation is serious. If this matter cannot be done, the whole of Britain will be in trouble!"

Father Jim curled his lips, and spit out another mouthful of thick phlegm: "What are you talking about, I can't calm down at all, what are you kidding? The whole of Britain is going to be bad?"

Sister Gloria raised her mobile phone and said worriedly, "Why don't you ask him yourself?"

Father Jim took the phone and dialed it back according to his grandson's communication records.

"Hello?!"

"Hello?!"

"Hey Hey hey?"

"Why is there no sound?"

The fat master lay on the window sill and cautiously reminded: "Captain, you can't hear the sound in your right ear."

Lao Tzu Jim immediately scolded: "Now these electronic devices are getting more and more backward! The more they are made, the more troublesome they are! I used to go out to order a cake and just bring the money. Now I have to scan the QR code and attach my ID card and driver's license. ——Bought a cake and asked me if I wanted a credit card. The phone is like a bird, the receiver is so small, and the words and pictures are too small. The designer should be taken to the Tower of London and beheaded!"

Gloria rolled her eyes: "That's too cheap for him, only the king has this kind of courtesy."

After having fun, Mr. Jim started to talk about business.

"Robert! Little Robert!"

His voice was like thunder, and he put the end of the phone's microphone into his mouth after turning on the speakerphone.

Tangning's panicked and cautious voice came from the other side of the phone.

"grandfather."

"Robert? What good thing have you done? Your uncle and uncle can't handle it? Do you want me, an old thing who is about to step into the coffin, to help you?"

"Grandpa, please don't say that"

"Then speak quickly! It's like reporting the enemy's situation to the chief! It's like explaining the mission goal to your chief of staff, tell me!"

"I see, Grandpa, I'm going to deal with vampires."

"Huh? What the hell are you sucking blood?"

"A vampire...is a legendary monster."

"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Father Jim laughed.

The fat master also laughed.

Lady Gloria smirked.

The three different kinds of laughter are like the ruthless mockery of the elders to the younger ones.

Robert Downing felt very depressed——

——But to complete this matter, my uncle and uncle are both serving in the navy, so it is impossible to follow him to do evil. Oh no, do what is right.

After my father and mother retired from the army, they began to travel around the world and lived a fairy life.

At this moment, the only one who can help him is this grandfather.

So Robert was patient and was about to continue explaining patiently and seriously.

"Grandpa, there are really vampires in London. I'm not kidding"

Old Jim: "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"

The fat man's sneer also turned into a wild laugh.

"Hahahahahahaha! I can't do it anymore, I can't breathe. Hahahahahaha!"

Sister Gloria's publicity and laughter completely evolved into the elder of the Soul Palace.

"Jie jie jie scum, scum, scum!"

The laughter went on for a full minute.

"Hoo hoo hoo hoo." Father Jim gasped heavily, supported the wall with his prosthetic limbs, covered his heart with one hand, cold sweat the size of soybeans emerged from his forehead, and felt the angina caused by crazy joy: "You are so filial! Little Robert Gave me such exciting fun early in the morning!"

Robert explained: "I'm not on drugs! I'm not on hallucinogens! I'm serious! Grandpa! I'm serious and eager to tell you this! I don't want your insurance or your money , I didn't engage in commercial fraud to deceive my family, there really are vampires!"

"Hahahahahaha!" The fat man was about to continue laughing.

Father Jim suddenly became serious, showing two rows of well-maintained white teeth, and his smile became ferocious.

He replied: "Yes!"

Robert was stunned for a while: "Grandpa, do you believe what I say?"

Jim Laozi: "I believe it! Because I have seen a vampire with my own eyes!"

Robert was surprised: "Have you seen it with your own eyes?!"

Jim Laozi: "Yes! I have seen it with my own eyes! I have fought with them!"

The fat man immediately shouted loudly: "Yes! Seventy years ago, the World Axis used the vampire virus to strengthen soldiers!"

Father Jim growled sharply on the phone: "I'm so happy because God gave me another chance-my arms are fake, my eyes are fake, my legs are fake, but Robert! I feel it! I'm literally on fire! What do you want me to do for you?"

Boy Tangning immediately expressed his thoughts——

"——Grandpa, my friends need a rain! A heavy rain like a typhoon of category 8! In order to complete this, I got a lot of silver iodide, but I can't apply to the air traffic control for a flight path. You can."

"No, I'm swimming in the sea." Father Jim said frankly: "No way! It's completely impossible. It's impossible for me to deal with those thirty-something air force air traffic control. We can't finish a cup of coffee. If you can't talk for half a word, you will immediately turn the table and leave."

Robert didn't give up: "Don't tell me, Grandpa? Even if it's a temporary waterway for agricultural irrigation? Isn't that okay?"

Jim Laozi: "Impossible, you should think of other ways as soon as possible. Young people nowadays don't know how to respect the old and love the young, and they protected this country in the world war! Without me, there would be no SAS! Nor their glory and wealth!"

"Grandpa, calm down." Robert then said the backup plan: "I have the compound in my hand, but I don't have the plane, if there is a plane."

Jim Laozi: "You want a carrier-based aircraft? How long is your flight time?"

Robert: "Thirty-five hundred hours"

Jim Lao Tzu: "Independent flight time."

Robert: "Three hours."

Lao Tzu Jim snorted: "It means that you want to do artificial rainfall, and you have ammunition, but you don't have the ability to send the ammunition to the sky?"

Robert: "Exactly."

After a long time, Mr. Jim thought of an idea.

"Let's go sailing and make a full circle around England!"

Boy Tangning has opened up.

"Using naval guns? Shooting silver iodide as shells?"

Boy Jim said with a smile: "Hey! Yes! I have many students working in the navy, but you can't tell others about this - as long as you don't say it, I won't say it"

"Do you all have Alzheimer's disease?" Gloria pointed to the mobile phone: "MI6 can hear you clearly! Can this kind of thing be said on the mobile phone?!"

At this moment——

— at this very moment.

Mary Stuart was indifferent to the tragedy in St James's Park.

She has no sympathy for these dead compatriots, even if there are a few direct descendants of her own blood.

Her head was filled with all kinds of fantasies, and she applauded the tragedy. She could even see the scene where she returned to the center of power in London after entering Downing Street.

Leonardo posted with the mistress, and wanted to tell the mistress about the recent anecdote.

"Mistress, our eyeliner found a very interesting phone call recording in the Secret Service."

"I don't want to listen to nonsense, you can just tell the result."

"Robert Downing, boy, is planning to create artificial rainfall."

Hearing this, Mary's eyes changed drastically——

——This is absolutely impossible! It is an unforgivable crime! It's outright murder!

Mary Stuart, a blood-sucking demon, wanted to call the police as soon as possible after hearing such insane things, and to speak well with the Security Bureau and the Secret Service, and arrest the descendant of the navy immediately.

Artificial rainfall?

For vampires, the rainy season that lasts for half a year is an excellent time for them to thrive in the surface world. If the rain ends, the sun may come out, and the gangster order they have worked so hard for for so long will collapse in an instant.

They have to hide in the underground world, fight against vicious and cunning bosses, and deal with the vicious green gold guards.

At least 60% of the vampires would die in every act of chastity.

Like the tragedy in St. James' Cemetery this time, why Mary is so confident and can accept the sharp drop in the population of the entire blood race is because the surface world is too comfortable, too comfortable, and too suitable for the reproduction of the blood race.

If Robert Downing is really allowed to complete this matter—

——This little character can overturn the entire chessboard!

"Quick, quick, quick! Do something!" Mary gritted her teeth, and it was rare to see panic on her face: "How could he do such a heartless thing with a temperature of thirty-seven degrees!"

Leonardo also panicked, but asked the mistress not to panic.

"Don't worry. Holy Mother, I know you're in a hurry, but don't worry, I'll go to Haiphong right away! I'll ask someone to deliver the money right away"

"Their plan is to fire silver iodide into the sky from a boat?" Mary asked the most important thing again: "I don't allow any! A warship! Not a single one! Not even a wooden sailing ship! Can't appear in England Offshore!"

Leonardo: "I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money."

"Then spend it!" Mary looked fiercely, and grabbed Leonardo's collar: "We are not short of money! As long as we have the Holy Blood, countless people will give us money!"

At Portsmouth—

——History is about to turn a new page.

But this time it's forward.

A group of smoldering old grandpas picked up the crank handle of the diesel engine again and pulled the coal package from the big truck.

Robert Downing spent 20 hours driving a freight truck, walking the sad road from the western suburbs of London to Portsmouth over and over again.

They run into walls everywhere and suffer everywhere.

Jim Laozi and the students have worn out their lips, and even the decommissioned submarines cannot be borrowed.

But there is a ship that can go to sea and can fire guns.

It was the last Warrior-class warship in the British Empire.

It is the Iron Warrior, the black-robed prince in the storm in the history books.

It is not a ship, it has been turned into a museum.

On Haiphong's ship information network, the overly advanced electronic computer system could not find the signal of the museum.

"It took us eight years to restore it from the oil tanker to what it is now. When I was young, when I saw the sea lion of the empire for the first time, I only felt it was so hot that I shed tears! I know, in this life I will There's nothing else to do. I'm fit to hear the waves and blow the wind—I'll face the thunder in the storm!"

Jim Daddy, in his overcoat, stood on the porch of the chicken restaurant, telling his grandson about the history.

"It delivers oil to more than 5,000 different merchant ships and warships, but it still burns coal and spits out steam, drinks water and eats grass, but squeezes out white milk—Little Robert, we are the same as it, in the Many, many years ago, in the inexplicable world war, a war was fought with broken copper and iron, in which no one knew anyone, and everyone wanted to kill someone immediately, this is also defending the country, right?"

Before Tangning could reply.

Jim Downing laughed out loud.

In the deep and dark night sky, thunder cut through the dark clouds, revealing its majestic iron armor.

"Your friends are waiting for your thunder!"