Heavenly Address Book

Citigroup, California, a small town in the West.

This town is very withered, there is a sense of desolation.

The road is covered with yellow mud, and there are only a few dozens of households. It is not too much to say that it is a small village.

In a dilapidated bar.

On the bar, there are two white men with golden hair and big ears drinking.

The owner in charge of the bar was a tall, gentlemanly looking white man.

"Old man, did you see it last night? There seemed to be a flash of green light in the Sierra Nevada, and I thought the UFO was coming down Talking, is the fat man on the left, drunk state, holding the glass is not stable, half body lying on the bar.

"Yes, quembo, did you see it last night? I think I saw it, too The other, who was also obese, asked the sober little eyed man.

Kunbo was wiping the glass on his hand, and with a look of concentration, he said, "don't bullshit. The Sierra Nevada has been blocked by the FBI for at least three months. Don't talk about UFOs. Even mosquitoes can be detected."

"You mean if they knew it was a UFO, they would have sent someone over?" Asked the fat man with small eyes.

"Isn't it? I'm afraid you don't know what happened six months ago? In the past three months, fighter planes flew over here almost every day. What's not patrol? " He said.

"By the way, Kunbo, you have more people from all over the country. Do you know something about it? Six months ago, how could there be a big explosion there? Some of my friends said there was a big hole there, which was unsealed three months ago. " The fat man with small eyes became more and more curious.

Kunbo sounded the scene of that day, and his heart couldn't help shaking.

He has been running this bar for at least 30 years, and because this is a remote town in the west, many people will stay here for a short time, have a drink or stay for one night, and then leave.

Just half a year ago, he opened business as usual, but suddenly there were at least a dozen people.

These people have different faces, come from all over the world, and are basically in twos and threes.

Originally, Kunbo was far away from the noise because he was more easygoing, and few things could arouse his interest.

But it was that day that he was shocked.

As a boss and bartender, he shouldn't have overheard the conversation of guests, but he overheard what he shouldn't have heard.

Those people are talking.

"Is that Chinese too terrible? Even the abbot of the holy court has been killed! That's the messenger of God! Is he not afraid of God's punishment? "

"But it's a pity that he can avoid the mk82 bomb and the Tomahawk cruise missile, but he will die when he encounters a nuclear missile."

"However, Citigroup also suffered heavy losses. After all, it paid three B2 bombers, 80 mk82 bombs and two Tomahawk cruise missiles."

"But fortunately, he is human after all! If all this can survive, then he is the real God. "

When he heard this, he was completely shocked.

How can humans fight bombers, bombs, even missiles?

This strange behavior should not appear in the normal human world at all!

Who are these people?

"Hello, quembo, what's the matter?" The fat man with small eyes saw the stunned Kun Bo and called out.

Kumbo responded, shaking his head slightly.

And the drunk fat man said with a smile, "he must be thinking about the size of the woman's buttocks that he slept with last night, hehe, hehe."

"Ha ha!"

Quembo shook his head, ignoring the drunkards.

At this moment, a voice came in from the door --

"sorry, I want to ask, how can I get to the California branch of bureau x?"

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