On July 5th, the same bar, almost the same wave of people, but it was completely different from the festive atmosphere of the whole world a few days ago, the large high-definition LCD TV still played back the wonderful pictures of today's two games, but the fans who had been happy to sing and dance all sat lifeless in their seats, clinking glasses and comforting each other.

The scene seemed to be shrouded in the strong pressure of the deep sea, which made people involuntarily lower the volume of their speech.

In the quarterfinals of the 2014 World Cup, France lost 0:1 to Germany and missed the semi-finals, which was undoubtedly a big bad news for the fans of the French team who squatted in the bar to watch the game.

What's going on with this atmosphere of collective mourning for the deceased? There must be winners and losers in all competitions, as for it!

For Carlos, who only paid attention to football because Yan Kong was chasing the Kaka male god, he couldn't understand the grief-stricken and loveless state of die-hard fans like Jacob and their dead parents.

Similarly, Locke and Captain, who are not fans of the French team, who watched the game together, also followed Carlos's footsteps as a matter of course, and threw Jacob, who quickly and successfully found the organization in the bar, to the French fans who hugged each other and cheered each other and looked forward to the next World Cup.

The three of them sat on high chairs at the bar without love, drinking the captain's uncle's private dark beer, and chatting about peeling peanuts.

Turning down a beautiful woman's invitation again, Carlos turned around and continued to talk to Locke.

"What did you just want to say?"

In a strange country, I didn't plan to soak in a hot Brazilian girl during the holidays, temporarily locked the forced box in her own safe, held the exaggerated beer glass in her right hand, connected to the white flower beer foam, poured a big sip, and then put the beer glass on the marble bar, making a domineering "bang-" sound.

He finally gave an exaggerated manly burp, flipped the back of his left hand, wiped it to his lips heroically, and grinned.

"Jacob said that you have a very good hunch, there is nothing to do, give me some hints, who is the champion this time, how many are it? I'm going to make some money on beer. ”

Rolling his eyes in boredom, Carlos never understood what Jacob and Locke, their transnational friends, communicated with him behind his back, and the favorability of these two groups of people rose too fast.

Before Carlos could speak, the captain, who had been acting as a vase for a long time, immediately joined the conversation, gambling or something, he is a local who is very familiar with it.

"Really? If yes, I'll join too! Although unless it is a dark horse, the odds of gambling are not high, but no matter how small the mosquito is, it is meat! ”

The poor captain, who finally got the qualification certificate and said that he would give him a boat, finally gave him a unique canoe built by a local fisherman, but it almost didn't cause a murder of his father.

Under all kinds of struggles, he had to work while going to school, and racked his brains to make money during the winter and summer vacations, so as to earn a yacht of his own in his lifetime. Now, I can only rent my father's yacht on weekends.

On the importance of establishing a door to a hobby!

In order to strengthen his persuasiveness, Locke immediately told Jacob what he had told him about the 2006 World Cup.

Seeing that the more the two of them talked, the more outrageous they became, and even began to look at it with the green eyes of a hungry wolf looking at their prey, Carlos, who finally couldn't bear it anymore, directly grabbed the snacks delivered, and stuffed them with one mouth, successfully shutting up the two.

"At that time, I only said that he should bring tissues for the sake of Young Master Ying. Don't think about it, I really have the skill of foresight, and I would have become the richest man in the world a long time ago. ”

Struggling to swallow a mouthful full of food, Locke still struggled stubbornly.

"Cut, you're not bad now, do you need me to show you the latest Forbes rankings? World-class tyrants! ”

Just when Carlos wanted to stuff a second handful of peanuts into Locke's mouth, Jacob, who had been abandoned by the three of them, and the rest of the French powder in the bar was crushed by the team's failure to win the championship.

An empty wine bottle was slammed on the dance floor with a thud, but luckily the dance floor was empty due to the bad atmosphere tonight, and the splashes of glass shards did not cause bloodshed.

However, with this cacophony of voices, it was enough to attract the attention of the whole bar, and the three of Carlos moved their eyes back with the group, only to see that Jacob, who rarely showed negative feelings in front of outsiders, was pulled by two or three bar regulars, but he still bravely stood up to confront the seven or eight fierce men opposite.

The two groups of people chattered a lot of native languages, even if they didn't understand it, but the actions of several international greetings to each other's women were enough to make people understand that these two groups of people were definitely not establishing a friendly, harmonious and positive social relationship.

"Those men with raw faces are German fans who came into the store later."

The captain's uncle, who had been wiping his glasses at the bar, spoke suddenly, drawing the attention of the three again, and when he waved away the waiter who had come over to explain the whole thing, he told him what had just happened.

Clashes between fans are all too common, and on this night, the victory or defeat between France and Germany made the clash all the more natural. But to be reasonable, the two sides of the accident were a surprise, neither the English fans who were known for their football hooligans, nor the Russian fans of the fighting nation, but the French fans, who were known for their romance and enthusiasm, and the German fans who were strict and modest.

And, to tell the truth, people all over the world know that the French team against the German team is basically a loss, just a matter of losing ugly or good-looking. This one-goal defeat is actually very passable on the face.

In the face of this result, what else do French fans have to mind?

Locke's questioning expression was so expressive that the store manager smiled knowingly, and rarely put down the crystal clear wine glass in his hand, and said.

"Let's put it this way, even if you know you're trash, and the whole world knows you're trash, but being trampled under the feet of someone who just defeated you and arrogantly calling you garbage to your face, can you bear it?"

Paralysis! I can't bear it! Gotta anal up!

Even though he knew that the store manager was not talking about him, the typical rich second-generation temperament still made Locke explode instantly, and he almost rolled up his sleeves and rushed up and punched the faces of those German fans a few times!

"Uncle, do you want to call the police? I think they are going to fight. ”

The captain on one side said with a little worry, in other people's stores, they love to fight, even if they don't fight, but after all, this venue is their own relatives, and they are all the ones who are smashed and suffered, and they will be closed in minutes if something goes wrong. has completely fallen into the eyes of money, and the captain's worries are very sincere at this moment.

"No, at most smash some wine bottles, you can't fight, these French fans in my store are regulars and work in Brazil."

Sighing, the store manager said with regret.

"This incident tells us, write a notice or don't just make a random print because you are lazy, and then post it with transparent glue, and it will be gone as soon as the wind blows."

"Huh?"

How do these two things relate? The nephew of someone else's family showed a blank face.

"I originally put up a sign in front of the store that said 'No German fans tonight'."

, so domineering! ×2BY Locke, Captain

Putting down the beer glass, Carlos pinched up two yellow and shiny peanuts with fine salt at one time, and threw them into the air very chicly, with a small range of movements, only slightly raised his head and opened his mouth, and successfully caught it, rolled his tongue, and directly stuffed the two little ones into the back molars and chewed them slowly.

As soon as Gu Sen was not there, this scheming bitch was pretending to be forced all the time, Locke looked at several types of men and women nearby speechlessly, and his eyes began to glow at his little friend, and before he could say anything, Carlos had already pushed away the chair and stood up.

"I'll go and bring the young master back, he should stay in a safe place for a white chicken."

Indeed, the cow is tall and big, one arm is thicker than Jacob's thigh, and it is best not to fight, if it really fights, a fist is enough for him to lie down for a few weeks, he reached out and patted the arm of his little friend, he has long seen Carlos's amazing force value, Locke simply made a cheering gesture, and then continued to hold the captain to drink and watch the play with confidence.

Although Bilok knew Carlos earlier, because one of the main areas of activity is in Brazil, and the other is the United States and China, the captain definitely does not know Carlos as Locke, and in his eyes, the other party is always the enthusiastic and a little shy young man who went to sea with friends in his teens, and is calm and tenacious.

So, when Locke was chatting with the store manager, among the three, only the captain was left, and he always kept a quarter of his attention on the two groups of people facing each other.

Silently touching a peanut and stuffing it into his mouth, under the watchful eye of the captain, Carlos walked to the center of the conflict with a smile on his face, exchanged a few words in English with a friendly French friend he had met a few days ago, and then hooked the arm of Jacob, who was still with a straight face, and was about to drag the man away, I don't know what the German in front of them said.

I saw that Jacob, who was imprisoned in the crook of his arm by Carlos, suddenly stiffened, his eyes were on fire, and he stared at the German, who was standing at the front of the crowd with the largest physique, with a murderous gaze.

"Locke, the situation doesn't seem right!"

Realizing that the atmosphere was not right, the captain immediately pulled Locke's hand.

"What...... it! Who provoked that beast, Gu Sen is not here! ”

At just one glance, Locke, who was familiar with Carlos, felt a wave of anger that was enough to destroy the world from the harmless smile of the other party!

There was no time for him to explain, leaving the bar, Locke took the captain and walked briskly towards the center of the crowd, less than three meters away from the four friends, and both of them clearly heard the sexy and evil words that made people want to kneel down and sing the words of conquest.

"When I can, I don't keep my mouth shut."

The same handsome face crying all over the world, but before the words were only pleasing to the eye, after the words were released, I don't know why, the people around him subconsciously took a step back, a powerful oppression is spreading to the surroundings at an incredible speed, and that handsome face has an indescribable glare that I don't dare to look at it directly!

Locke and the others only had time to hold Jacob, who was pushed over by Carlos, and then they watched Carlos, who was obviously one size smaller than the other party, pick up his fist at lightning speed, and a beautiful uppercut punch directly hit the jaw of the opponent's leader.

After a short grinding of teeth that made people feel cold and stomachache, a groan of pain that seemed to be inhuman made the people around them tremble at the same time, just one punch! The black bear-like German guy was beaten away, clutching his bleeding chin and screaming and rolling around on the floor.

The murderer was still smiling, and even the curvature of the corners of his mouth did not change, only to see him stretch his fist flat on his chest, and make a flat wave to the remaining Germans.

"Go on."

A bowl of yellow soup goes down, as soon as the smell of wine comes up, I really don't even know how to pronounce the word reason, the other party's face is enough to discourage the enthusiasm of fellow men, and it doesn't matter if you beat their boss and play handsome, what is it, even the action of provoking them is so forceful? Why don't you go to heaven yet!

Can this be endured? It must not be!

A few fierce men glanced at each other, for the football rough men who often cause trouble, playing group fights has become an instinct that goes deep into the bone marrow, and the tacit understanding cultivated in the past time allows several people to launch at the same time, attacking together in the upper, middle and lower ways, how to come to hooligans, so that people can prevent the top from the bottom.

It's a pity that in the face of absolute power, a small trick is useless, and at the moment of fighting, he was beaten by a humanoid murder weapon, but he was better luck than the leading buddy, and he simply hugged the body that seemed to be displaced and □□spasmed on the ground.

Silently watching the two expectations of [winning a fight] and "fighting with someone" in the character interface have been fulfilled, Carlos, who feels unhappy, pursed his lips, no matter which one looks thicker than him, the result is all the type that is not used, and the warm-up exercise has not started, and the people have all fallen, and the people are doing things?

Ensuring that no one could get up, Carlos, who was a little aggrieved, helped the only German macho man with a bloody face to his feet, ignoring the other party's small struggle of fear and resistance, and his brothers patted each other's shoulders heavily.

"I'll pay for the medical expenses for dental implants, mental damage, nutrition, etc., come, apologize to my buddies."

Bringing people to Jacob, who had been confused since Carlos started, Carlos said with a smile.

Understanding the young master's face as arrogant and disdainful, the stubborn temperament of the Germans has reappeared, even if the mouth is full of blood, and even the tip of the tongue slides through the gums to feel the pits of the teeth that are constantly gushing with blood, even if it hurts very much, it hurts very much, God fucking hurts! But he just doesn't want to say it!

Hum! Lao Tzu scolded coolly, and he was also beaten, flattened!

The stalemate between the two sides was quickly broken by Carlos's words.

"The crime of intentional injury seems to be losing money and being locked up for a few days."

The five fingers that grabbed the German's arm were as hard as steel, and even with the words that could not hide the gloomy meaning even with their own laughter, they gradually contracted, and the severe pain gave the illusion that the nails had pierced the clothes and began to burrow into the flesh, intending to pierce the shoulder bone.

Swallowing a mouthful of bloody saliva, the Germans finally gave in—

After apologizing and taking out all the money on their bodies to pay for what was smashed in the bar, the group of Germans quickly helped each other and disappeared.

At this time, Locke and the captain realized that the other party did not know how to see the identity of Jacob's Jew, and said a very racist and insulting word in front of Carlos.

Patting his little friend on the shoulder, Locke and the captain wordlessly supported and praised it.

However, just when the giant ship of the four-person friendship was refueled again, enough to last for decades, Gu Dawang, who was in the air at a height of 10,000 feet, was facing a slightly familiar face full of malice, and his hand with a wedding ring subconsciously clenched his fists.

Carlos......