Autumn 2218, Naples.

In the heart of the city, there is such a remote place, it is called "White Dove", a bar that not many people know about.

Even the residents who live nearby don't know exactly how many years this place has been open, only ...... When night falls, the White Dove opens on time.

Of course, if you know, you know, they won't come to patronize.

A store of less than 100 square meters, dull music that has not changed for thousands of years, a waitress who is already an aunt, and a bartender with a serious face...... None of them are attractive.

But it's still open every day, rain or shine.

Just after eight o'clock tonight, the bartender in a suit vest with gray temples opened the door of the "White Dove" to the basement and moved a folded billboard out of the store, put it up, and placed it in front of the store.

When he had finished setting up the billboard, he turned around and went back to the store, to the back of the bar; Then, he stood silently and upright, waiting for the guest to come to the door.

There aren't many visitors here, but there are people who come every day.

Usually, before midnight, there are more than a dozen people seated in the store, and today is no exception.

These guests either sit alone and drink alone, or talk in pairs; Even though their glasses were filled with genuine spirits, each of them seemed quiet and sober......

When the long ......

At midnight, the small bell above the door rang, and when the door was closed again, another customer walked down the stairs into the store.

It was a man in a black suit, and he looked ordinary, like the countless men in suits you see and ignore on the street every day.

But at this moment, everyone in the bar turned their eyes to him and stared at him the moment he entered......

Surprised, confused, curious, excited, afraid...... Just because of his appearance, all kinds of emotions have spread in this not very large space.

In the corner, the old record player still plays classic jazz music, but there are other sounds in the room besides music...... It all seems to have disappeared.

The man in the suit didn't react to the strange atmosphere, he casually walked to the bar and sat down, pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, and pulled one out of it and put it in his mouth.

"I thought you had quit smoking." The bartender greeted him, and as he spoke, he pulled out a lighter and reached over to help him light a cigarette.

"It's quitting." The man in the suit smoked a cigarette, spat out, and said, "But it's back on again." ”

"When was it drawn?" The bartender finished lighting the fire and took back the lighter.

"Now." The man in the suit calmly replied with these two words.

"Don't you think about it anymore? Jack. The bartender looked at him and said with a serious expression, "After all...... It's not easy to quit. ”

"I know." Jack nodded, looked at the bartender, and gave a grateful look, "Thank you, Charles, but I ...... It has already been decided. ”

Hearing this, the bartender looked at Jack quietly for a few seconds before speaking, "Okay." He took a bottle of wine from under the table and quickly and skillfully set up a cup and coaster on the bar, "I'll ask for this one." ”

As he spoke, he poured Jack a glass of wine.

"Hmph...... Hehehe......" At this moment, another young customer, who was sitting at the bar, suddenly laughed.

He was very close to Jack, with only a seat between them; The guest had been looking at Jack from the time he walked in until the second he had entered, but for some reason, he burst out laughing out loud.

"Charles, you're not kidding, are you?" The guest looked at the bartender and smiled, "Are you trying to tell me......" he said, glancing at Jack again, "this man...... Is that Jack Anderson? ”

"Ice Finger, if you're going to shut up, it's definitely a good time." Before the bartender could reply, the bald guest sitting at a small table two meters away preemptively answered.

The "ice finger" in his mouth obviously refers to the guy who is laughing.

"Did I talk to you?" As soon as Bing Zhi heard this, he instantly put away his smile, turned his head to look at the bald head and said coldly, "If I fall into the point where I need a second-rate person to teach me how to do things, I will be the first to inform you, but now, can you not fucking get in the way of my chat?" ”

The bald head didn't answer his words again, just shook his head helplessly, raised the wine on his table and took a sip.

Seeing his reaction, Bing Finger seemed to be quite satisfied, a hint of smugness flashed in his eyes, and he looked at Jack again: "Hey, dude, are you really Jack Anderson?" That 'Jack Anderson'? ”

He repeated the same question twice, and deliberately used a tone similar to "I don't believe it" the second time.

But Jack ignored him, just continued to look at the bartender, and said, "Do you still have free almonds here, Charles?" ”

The bartender gave him a deep look, hesitated for two seconds, then turned around, took a few seconds, took a small plate of almonds, and placed it on the countertop in front of Jack.

"Thank you." Jack immediately thanked him.

"Hey! Hey! I'm talking to you, man. Ice Finger raised his voice and shouted at Jack, "Are you deaf?" ”

Jack was naturally not deaf, he waited for two seconds, turned his head expressionlessly, and looked at Ice Finger: "Do you like to eat almonds?" Child. ”

"Kid?" As soon as Bingzhi heard this, he sneered, "Huh...... Want to put a shelf of seniors in front of me? Listen, 'old fellow,' I don't care if you're really Jack Anderson or not, and even if you are, I don't think there's anything remarkable about you. Most of the outdated so-called 'legends' like yours are in vain, relying on mutual praise among your peers......"

"So......" interrupted Jack before he could finish, "what do you rely on?" ”

"Huh?" Ice Finger didn't understand.

"Since you look down on old fellows who have no name, then...... You must have some kind of capital that makes you feel superior. Jack took a sip of his wine and said, "What's that?" ”

"Hmph...... Scold. Ice Finger smiled dryly, glancing at the other guests in the bar.

At this moment, those people were undoubtedly looking at him too.

"Okay~ Okay, I don't blame you." After a few seconds, Bingzhi shrugged his shoulders and said, "I heard that you have been retired for several years, I don't know if I have excusable circumstances......" He paused for half a second and said proudly, "Listen up...... I'm the European branch of the 'Underworld'...... Belch...... Belch...... Cough...... Ahem...... Ahh......hh

Halfway through this, he suddenly turned pale and fell from the high chair clutching his chest.

No one knows, what happened......

From the perspective of an onlooker, Jack was just sitting there drinking and snacking without even touching the ice.

But it was in this situation that Bingzhi inexplicably developed symptoms of severe coughing and difficulty breathing, and after coughing a few times, he even coughed up a large mouthful of blood and spit on the ground.

"I'll come back tomorrow, Charles." Jack, on the other hand, greeted the bartender calmly and casually as he had come, and after taking a drink from his glass, he turned away from the bar and walked out of the bar.

When his back disappeared at the door, the bartender shifted his gaze, swept his cold gaze at the ice fingers that were still coughing up blood on the ground, and then raised his eyes to another customer in the store, and said in a very ordinary tone: "If you want to call an ambulance for your friend, please ask them to stop at the entrance of the alley, don't stop at the door of the store." ”