Hardcore crisis

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There is also a small bar in the old motel. The owner, Maxson, sits at the bar all year round, checking in for guests who come and go, and making a glass of wine for those who like to have a drink. \\r

People who know Maxson's name, even if they are enemies, will temporarily suppress the hatred in their hearts when they are in a bar, finish the drink honestly, and then walk out of the hotel to solve their problems. \\r

People who are familiar with the Maxson Motel know very well that old Maxson keeps two shotguns under the bar at any time. If anyone dares to provoke him in the hotel, he will pull the trigger without hesitation. \\r

Of course, if that's all it is, it won't scare some drug lords. \\r

But it is said, just rumored, that there are a large number of bombs buried underground and around Maxon's motel. As long as Maxon presses the button, the explosives will be activated. Although he will die, anyone who dares to provoke will definitely not survive. \\r

It's a pity that Old Maxson never acknowledged this rumor directly and thought it was just a rumor. \\r

The strange thing is that the more the person involved refuses to admit something, the more others will think there is something wrong with it. When it comes to burying bombs, many people would rather believe that they are there than believe that they are not. After all, they only have one life, and there is no need to gamble on it. \\r

"Yeah, the Americans have suffered a lot this time. This must be a messenger sent by God to punish these Americans."\\r

There is an old-fashioned color TV hanging on the top of the bar, and the content played on the screen is the latest headlines of all news media. Mexico, which intersects with the border with the United States, has attracted tremendous attention no matter how chaotic the country is. \\r

This is also very normal. Ask yourself, every Mexican probably doesn’t have much favorable impression of Americans, and there are many secret curses and abuses. But if there is a chance for Mexico to be integrated into the United States, except for those drug lords, ordinary people Absolutely everyone agrees with it. \\r

A drunken man said with a smile: "I, I read the news before, haha, those Yankees' capital Washington has been turned into ruins, and even the powerful fleet has been launched into space, but they I don’t even know who my opponent is."\\r

"So what if I know?"\\r

Another person drinking wine said disdainfully: "Do the Yankees dare to take action? Five days have passed. Not only have the Yankees not found anyone, they can only send some condolences to those sailors in heaven. There is a news saying that they are going to Punish the murderers severely and declare war?"\\r

He took a hard sip of whiskey, slammed the bottom of the glass on the table, and licked his lips: "They don't dare! The Yankees are smart, what kind of power is that? Send dozens of US Navy ships into the sky, hijack the White House, Is it something that a single human being can do to reduce Washington to rubble? Either it is the power of God, or the other party is an alien."\\r

"No matter which one it is, the Americans will never dare to issue a declaration of war hastily!"\\r

"Hey, Vern, if you smash my glass a few more times, I'm going to declare war on you."\\r

Old Maxon, who was cleaning the wine glasses at the bar, had an unkind look on his face. Fern at the table immediately shivered and no longer dared to slam the bottom of the glass on the table. \\r

"Haha, Fern, you pustule."\\r

"What a coward."\\r

Fern's performance was noticed by the people around him, and it immediately caused a burst of laughter. \\r

"Damn it, don't laugh at me. If you have the guts, would you say that to old Maxson?"\\r

Fern's eyes turned red. \\r

But naturally no one followed his words and criticized Old Maxson. That was absolutely unwise. \\r

"But maybe that's... really the power of God."\\r

After all, Fern's incident was just a joke. Soon everyone in the bar turned their attention to the TV, watching that the President of the United States was about to negotiate with thirteen countries including China, Russia, the United Kingdom, France, Germany, Japan, India, and South Korea. Launch a summit meeting to discuss and discuss the 114 White House incident. \\r

Obviously, the three things that the mysterious man did were each more shocking than the last. Not only did he hijack the White House and levitate it into the sky, he also razed Washington to the ground in one fell swoop and then sent dozens of American ships into the ocean. Things happening in low-Earth orbit in space are almost unbelievable. \\r

But once the authenticity of these things is confirmed, it is inevitable that leaders of various countries will panic. \\r

Mexico itself is in such a bad state. Everyone in the bar has watched the news for five days. The outside world is only one step away from collapse. Riots are breaking out in endlessly in various places. Many people already regard the mysterious man as... They are demons who came from hell, and some people regard them as messengers sent by God to the world. \\r

Regardless, the number of people belonging to many religious faiths has exploded. \\r

"Even if it is the power of God, what does it have to do with us?"\\r

Someone ridiculed: "Mexico is a lawless place that even God cannot rule. Even if God himself comes, those drug lords can make God go back again."\\r

"Hahaha..."\\r

The bar burst into laughter. \\r

It can be seen that although the recent series of major events make people doubt their lives, for many Mexicans, this event is really too far away from them. \\r

"Ding bell..."\\r

The bar door was pushed open. \\r

Everyone's eyes suddenly turned around, and they saw a man with his head bowed and wearing a hat walking in. \\r

Seeing that it was just a single person, everyone quickly lost interest and continued to chat. \\r

"There are two more rooms, 205 and 206."\\r

Old Maxson put down the cup he was wiping. \\r

"I'm not staying in the hotel. Let's have an IPA."\\r

"Huh?"\\r

Old Maxson raised his head and glanced at the person in confusion. Because of the obstruction of his hat, he couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could tell that he was a yellow man. \\r

Although it is rare for yellow people to come here, it is not uncommon. In the United States, a country with mixed races, Mexico, which is so similar to the United States, is not much better. \\r

Without asking any more questions, Old Maxson poured a cup of strong-flavored beer for the visitor, placed it on the bar, and then lowered his head to wipe the cup. \\r

The visitor didn't take a big gulp of wine, he just sipped along the rim of the glass and then put the glass down. \\r

This person seems a little strange. \\r

Although he lowered his head, with the corner of his eye, Old Maxon still noticed the other party's weirdness. \\r

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