Seventy miles off the border between Mexico and the United States, the run-down and aging Maxson Motel has been in operation for more than two decades. The fact that the www.biquge.info has been operating so close to the U.S. border for more than 20 years has a certain ability to do it, and many brokers who travel between Mexico and the U.S. believe in this and like to stay here before entering the U.S., at least without worrying too much about the safety of their lives in hotels.

There's also a small bar in the old motel, where the owner, Maxson, sits all year round, checking in for guests and making a glass of wine for those who like to have a drink.

People who know Maxson's name, even if they are enemies they meet, will temporarily suppress the hatred in their hearts when they are in the bar, drink the wine honestly, and then go out of the hotel to solve the problems between each other.

Those who are familiar with the Maxson Motel know very well that under the bar of the old Maxson, there are two shotguns at all times, and if anyone dares to provoke at the hotel, he will not hesitate to pull the trigger.

Of course, if this is the case, it will not scare some drug lords.

But it is said that it is only said that a large number of bombs are buried in and around the underground of the Maxson Motel, and as long as Maxson presses the button, the explosives will be activated, and he will certainly die, but those who dare to provoke will definitely not live.

It's a pity that the elder Maxson never acknowledges this rumor head-on, and thinks it's just a rumor.

Strangely, the more the person does not admit something, the more others will think that there is something wrong with it. In the matter of planting the bomb, many people would rather believe that it exists than believe that it does not, after all, their lives are only once, and they can't afford to gamble for it.

"Well, some of the Americans have suffered this time, this must be a messenger sent by God to punish this group of Yankees."

An old-fashioned color television hangs from the top of the bar, and the content on the screen is the headline of all the recent news outlets, and Mexico, which crosses the border with the United States, has attracted a lot of attention, even if the country is chaotic.

This is also very normal, ask yourself, every Mexican probably does not have much affection for the Americans, and there are not a few curses and abuses in secret, but if there is an opportunity for Mexico to be incorporated into the United States, except for those drug lords, ordinary people absolutely raise their hands and feet to agree.

A drunken drunk grinned and said, "I, I read the previous news, haha, Washington, the capital of that group of Yankees, has been reduced to ruins, and even the mighty fleet has been sent into space, but they can't even figure out who their opponent is." ”

"What if you know?"

Another drinker said disdainfully: "Do the Yankees dare to do it?" Five days have passed, and the Yankees not only did not find anyone, but only sent some condolences to the group of heavenly navy, and there was a piece of news that they were going to severely punish the murderers and declare war? ”

He took a 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? Is it something that a single human being can do to send dozens of U.S. Navy ships into the sky, hijack the White House, and reduce Washington to ruins? Either it's the power of God, or the other side is an alien. ”

"No matter which one it is, the Yankees will never dare to rashly issue a declaration of war!"

"Hey, Fern, if you smash my cup a few more times, I'm going to declare war on you."

Old Maxson, who was scrubbing wine glasses at the bar, looked unkind, and suddenly made Fern in front of the table shudder, and he didn't dare to slam the bottom of the glass on the table anymore.

"Haha, Fern, you."

"What a coward."

Fern's performance was seen by the people around him, and immediately caused a burst of laughter.

"Damn, don't laugh at me, you have the ability to say that to old Maxson too?"

Fern's eyes reddened.

But naturally, no one followed his words to scold old Maxson, which was absolutely unwise.

"But that might be...... It's really the power of God. ”

After all, Ferne's affair was just a joke, and soon everyone in the bar turned their eyes to the TV, watching the US president is about to hold summit talks with 13 countries, including China, Russia, Britain, France, Germany, Japan, India, and South Korea, to discuss and discuss the 114 White House incident.

Obviously, the three things that the mysterious man did, one more amazing than the other, not only hijacked the White House to levitate the sky, then razed Washington to the ground in one fell swoop, and then did the thing of sending dozens of American ships into low-earth orbit in space, which is almost unbelievable.

However, as long as the authenticity of these things is confirmed, it is inevitable that they will cause panic among the leaders of various countries.

Mexico itself is a terrible state, everyone in the bar watched the news for five days, the outside world is only one step away from collapse, riots have broken out in various places, many people have taken the mysterious man as a demon from hell, and some people have regarded him as a messenger sent by God to the world.

In any case, there has been a big explosion in the number of people of many religions.

"Even if that's the power of God, what's the matter with us?"

Someone ridiculed: "Mexico is an extrajudicial place that even God can't govern, even if God himself comes, those drug lords can make God go back again." ”

"Hahaha......"

There was laughter in the bar.

It can be seen that although this series of recent events has made people doubt their lives, for many Mexicans, it is really too far away for them.

"Jingle ......"

The door to the bar was pushed open.

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

Seeing that it was just one person, everyone quickly lost interest and continued to chat.

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

Old Maxson put the wiping cup down.

"I don't live in the store, so I'll have an IPA."

"Huh?"

Old Maxson looked up at the man in confusion, he couldn't see the front of the man because of the cover of his hat, but he could tell that it was a yellow man.

Although few yellow people have come here, it is not uncommon, and Mexico, which is so close to the United States, is not much better in a country as racially mixed as the United States.

Old Maxson didn't ask any more questions, poured a cup of flavorful beer for the visitor, placed it on the bar, and lowered his head to wipe the glass.

The visitor didn't take a big sip of wine, just took a sip along the rim of the glass and put it down.

This person seems a little strange.

It is true that with his head down, with the corner of his eye, Old Maxson still noticed the strangeness of the other party.

(To be continued.) )