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Chapter 244 The town has many stories

"ton ton ton ton"

Lifting the beer glass that could almost fit his fist over his head, Chris downed the yellow soup in one breath, let out a long "ah~" and hiccupped.Obviously, a very comfortable look.

Next to him was a man with a beard. At this moment, his face was flushed, and he was still pouring beer with his head up.But in the end, the bearded man still couldn't hold on, he took a breath, put the wine glass back on the table, and coughed incessantly.Chris patted him on the back intimately: "Let me tell you, you can't drink as much as us."

"God, you guys must have been wine barrels in your previous life, how can you drink so much? Don't say you are among the young people, everyone I have known in this life is just you guys." The bearded man smoothed his breath and looked at Steve and Chris, whose expressions remained unchanged after drinking the beer, sighed and said, "I've taken it. I'd like to call you the strongest when it comes to drinking."

Chris elbowed his bearded arm full of soft flesh: "Hey, just drinking is boring, is there any special entertainment in your town?"

"I'm not drunk if you say this." This sentence hit the point, and the bearded man's brain, which had just been hit by a large amount of alcohol, instantly sobered up, as if he had engraved the introduction of the town's special projects into his DNA. , said fluently, "Aurora and folk dances are the characteristics of our Antika town, you must try them."

After making the sonar device, Chris and the others drove the RV against the sandstorm, and it took about two hours to reach the next town on the map, which is the town of Antika where they are now.Generally speaking, it takes about two hours for a sandstorm to hit an area, but this extremely strong sandstorm seems to be moving in the same direction as Chris and the others.

In other words, the town is also within the range of sandstorms.But Chris and the others no longer wanted to brave the sandstorm to go to the next destination. Everyone unanimously decided to rest here for one night to replenish gasoline and food.However, since he is here for tourism, Chris is still quite competent, and he did not forget to ask the locals about special projects, so that he can take other people to play together.

"Tch, what's so good about folk dance, am I a dance expert, even folk songs are better than folk dance." Chris put the glass on the table, "Hey, bartender, bring me another drink. "Today, the town was also hit by sandstorms, and most people chose to gather in public places like bars to pass the time.

The bearded man turned his head and looked around, and after confirming that no one was staring at him, he put his mouth close to Chris' ear, and covered it with his hand: "To be honest, I just saw that we hit it off. No one else knows what I told you, so you have to hide it for me—that folk dancer doesn't wear clothes."

Unexpectedly, Chris was even more indifferent after hearing this. He took the refilled beer handed over by the bartender, and ignored the bartender's muttering "Is the stomach made of a water tank so drinkable?" He poured it into his mouth again. Half a glass, and said to the bearded man: "Isn't that even more boring? I don't know which nationality I don't wear clothes. You should talk about the aurora. I remember that this is a desert climate, right?"

"Tsk, you really don't know how to appreciate it, I'm talking for nothing." The bearded man rolled his eyes.The young man in front of him didn't even have any hair on his face, but he still wanted to show him to the world.Che, young man, "If I say there is an aurora, then there is an aurora. This is a feature of our town's publicity."

Chris put down the wine glass that was about to reach his lips, and glanced at the bearded man.From the tone just now, this person seems to be full of pride in the town? "By the way, bro, we haven't told each other our names yet. My name is Chris, Chris Obenzed, a passing traveler."

"Tiff Lebe, the mayor of this small town." The bearded man took a sip of the remaining wine in the glass, burped with a strong smell, and introduced himself.

Chris looked at the bearded man quite unexpectedly: "Tiff Lebe? Deep love? I thought you were from America."

"My ancestral home is in Germany, and my grandfather escaped during World War II." The bearded man's eyes were full of reminiscence, "My grandfather often said to me, 'Many people have forgotten that Nacui was the first to attack them. My own country. I almost died at the gunpoint of my fellow countrymen, but I still have a lot of love for my country'."

"I have an old friend who is much older than me. He is also German and Norwegian. He also said the same thing." Chris raised his glass and gestured for a clink. "Then, toast 'this'."

"To 'this'? What kind of celebratory language is that?" With that said, the bearded man still raised his glass and touched Chris's, "Okay, then, to 'this'."

While Chris was chatting with Steve Lebe, Steve was targeted by a drunk woman because of his excellent physical condition. "Little handsome guy, you drink really well." A woman with dark brown curly hair wearing a pair of black glasses put her hand on Steve's strong arm with a drunken eye.

"Oh my god, your muscles are too strong." Steve now has a headache.If it was a German soldier who grabbed his hand now, he could have punched him on the bridge of the nose, but now it is not like that, but a drunk female hooligan.What can he do?Throwing her out like a trapeze?
The "female hooligan" grinned, like an idiot, with two hands directly around Steve's arms, one hand touching the bicep, and the other pinching Steve. shoulders. "Please respect yourself, lady" Steve just said, the drunk woman interrupted Steve: "Daisy, my name is Daisy Louise."

"Okay, Daisy. I have a wife, can we keep a little distance?" Steve tried to break Daisy's arm, but Daisy's fingers were stuck tightly. Of course the husband could break her apart, but that would probably hurt her.

"Don't be so indifferent, handsome boy, I told you my name." Daisy said drunkenly, "You tell me your name, and then accompany me to have a drink, so I won't bother you?"

Steve hesitated for a moment, and when he saw Chris leaving the bar shoulder to shoulder with the bearded Steve Lebe, he had an idea in his mind: "My name is Chris."

"Okay, Chris, let's have a drink and toast our chance meeting."

Daisy, who received Steve's reply, left the bar with a glass of wine in satisfaction, walking unsteadily.At first, Steve wanted to go up and help her, but he was afraid of being entangled by her "sexy" again.

Bucky came to the edge of the bar with a pool cue in hand, only to see Steve watching a woman leave, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile: "Let me guess, you kid has an affair again? It’s really a blessing.”

"I don't want this kind of affair." Steve took a sip of his wine. For him with an abnormally fast metabolism, unless it was a lethal dose of industrial alcohol, ordinary wine was just a drink like mouthwash.He is sincere. Even after nearly 70 years, Steve still remembers the scene where Carter shot himself six times with a pistol after he kissed a female agent.

(End of this chapter)