The Days of Opening a Restaurant on an Abnormal Earth

Mr. Smith, oh no. Few people call him that anymore, and most people just call him Smith without any honorifics. Because it's not worth it, talking also consumes calories and energy. Life can't be wasted too much on meaningless people.

Smith, the former military attache stationed in China, is now a prisoner.

He is currently under house arrest in his home in Las Vegas. He is clear but not clear what kind of punishment he will face in the future. court martial? Inevitably, I will go to a military court. It's just that I don't know exactly what kind of punishment I'm going to face. Life imprisonment or ten or twenty years? Or be executed in secret?

Do not talk about the rule of law in the United States, no, no, it should be said that you should not talk about the rule of law in the world. After all, when this state violent agency really wants to do something, it is very unreasonable. This is not the first time, but I have many seniors. Their end was very miserable.

For example, helping the military sell arms in private, helping the FBI sell drugs, helping the Land and Resources Bureau smuggle, and so on. There are quite a lot of seniors like this, and most of them died quite badly in the end. Most of them died without knowing why, and some of the worse ones even involved their family members.

Smith is over forty years old and already has a family. His daughter is only six years old this year. He didn't want his problems to involve the safety of his family. So he chose to be under house arrest in his hometown of Las Vegas instead of being with his family in Washington.

An old-fashioned wooden house with only one floor and a dilapidated backyard. This house looks terrible at first glance, but it may be his final resting place. The military has set up prohibitions all around, and the scope of their own activities can only be within the yard of this house. As long as I leave this range, I will immediately send a signal to the military, and then a group of burly men will descend from the sky, allowing myself to experience the feeling of being covered in a man.

Smith didn't want to experience that feeling, after all, his name was Smith, not Steve. I am just an ordinary military officer, not Captain America.

Want to eat something yourself? Someone will deliver it, so you won't starve yourself to death. What I can do every day now is to drink alcohol to get through the days of life and death.

The room was full of wine bottles, all kinds of whiskey, vodka, gin, etc. The spirits are rapidly corroding his body, and at the same time corroding his soul.

Already Smith felt that he was beginning to experience all kinds of auditory and visual hallucinations, because of drinking too much.

Just like now, I had just drank a glass of vodka when I saw a man and a woman appearing in front of me.

And it still looks like two Asian faces. Sure enough, I have hallucinated from drinking too much. I don't like Asians the least, very much.

Because Asians are always troublesome, they always ask questions and do all kinds of weird things. His academic performance is good, and he always gets high marks in the school's math tests. I can't always compare with them, this feeling is quite bad.

I really don't like these Asians. Because they are too much trouble. That's right, I am racist. Anyway, it doesn't matter to discriminate against Asians in the United States, and it's not a black ghost.

If he met a transgender, bisexual, dark-skinned fat man, Smith would not dare to discriminate against him to death, because if he dared to discriminate, he would really be beaten to death. As for the yellow race? It doesn't matter~

"Well, it's really bad. Drink too much and now even hallucinations of Asians? I don't like Asians, especially Chinese, you better get out of here. Or I will beat you all over the place tooth!"

Smith thought he was fighting his own hallucinations, so he wasn't scared at all. After all, it is an illusion, can it hurt yourself? Impossible, I can easily defeat them. Have you ever seen yourself killed in a dream?

While speaking, Smith posed like a boxer. At this moment, he recalled the great boxer Ali, the terrible Tyson, the talkative king Conrad, and the famous track and field star Methaway. Um? It seems that something strange has been mixed in.

But this is not important, what is important is to punch.

ah ~ hit ~

touch~

Zhang Tong looked at Smith who was twitching while hugging his left face, and he threw his hand. He said to Gao Xiaomin in disbelief, "Where does this guy get his confidence? Does he want to fight me?"

"Probably, look at the bars all over the floor. I guess this guy has drunk to the point of hallucinations." Gao Xiaomin pinched her nose, she didn't like the smell of alcohol. Although you can use magic to purify the air, but this house feels like there are a lot of restrictions, if you use magic yourself, you will be detected. After all, I am not Zhang Tong, it seems that no one will find out what problems Zhang Tong makes.

Seeing that Gao Xiaomin was uncomfortable, Zhang Tong waved his hand, and the smell of alcohol in the room became much weaker.

"Thank you." Gao Xiaomin squinted at Zhang Tong, with a smile on his lips.

"You're welcome, high-level translator." Zhang Tong pointed to Smith, who was twitching on the ground, and said, "Now the job of translation will be handed over to you. I didn't learn this American dialect back then. What level are you in dialect?"

"My IELTS score is 8.5." Gao Xiaomin was very proud.

"Wow, it's lower than mine, and I still want to count on you."

"The full score of IELTS is 9 points! Not 100 points!"

"Oh, it doesn't matter. By the way, help me now, I need to interrogate this guy. Ask him everything about Huaihai, what does he know?"

"He looked a little sluggish."

"Hehe, it will cheer up."

Zhang Tong smiled, with lightning on his fingers.

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"Ah~~~"

The screams resounded through the sky. Smith is wide awake, all the way through. The wine I drank these days has completely dissipated, and there is no smell of alcohol at all.

Because the Asian in front of him is using a type of alcohol treatment called electrotherapy for himself.

This guy didn't know what he was going to do, anyway, he just gave him a random electric shock when he came up. I was shocked back and forth more than ten or twenty times, which made me completely paralyzed. But Smith is still wondering, isn't his house being monitored by the military in all directions? Didn't anyone come even after making such a shout?

Looking at Smith, who was dripping with sweat, Zhang Tong nodded: "Well, it seems that electrotherapy is quite useful for quitting alcohol."

"Almost got Lao Zhang. This guy is going to die." Gao Xiaomin couldn't stand it any longer.

"Well, we can start. Ask, what does he know about the poisoning case in Huaihai?" Zhang Tong didn't care whether Smith was innocent or whether he abused lynching. So what if I abused it? I don't care anyway, who makes my woman bothered and tired by all this crap? Now that you have made a choice, you will have to bear the price.