"Then we're going to have to look for unusual weapons. ”

Evelyn replied reasonably, and it was clear that the situation was out of control now, and she was not messed up.

"It's ...... us again"

Isn't it difficult for a strong man to take this kid with him if he doesn't listen to persuasion, and he can't help but roll his eyes, he can't help but be managed by Evelyn, and in turn he has to be managed by her, which makes O'Connor feel very weird.

He put his hand on the edge of the outstretched suitcase to show his attitude.

"Listen to me, we have to do something. Evelyn said.

She slammed the box shut, in response, but O'Connor was bitter, and it seemed that the strength of the closure was greater, and he screamed in pain, and immediately withdrew his hand, and his facial features were distorted. At this time, Evelyn also took the opportunity to close the empty suitcase completely. Seeing that Evelyn couldn't say anything, O'Connor began to turn his back to her and flee to the side. Evelyn followed, unrelenting.

"Once this monster is resurrected, his curse will plague the world. ”

Hearing this, O'Connor turned around: "What's the matter with me?"

He began to chase Evelyn, unforgiving her.

"It's everyone's business. ”

Facing the fierce O'Connor, Evelyn subconsciously dodged in front, but her attitude did not soften at all, and she still made a powerful response with words.

"Evelyn, I'm grateful that you saved me. But at the beginning, I only promised to take you there and bring you back. He chased after him, the two of them circled the suitcase, turned a few times, and he also said a few times, "I have paid the difference, fulfilled the contract, there is nothing to say!"

At the end, he raised his voice, almost shouting. Evelyn was agitated, but she stopped and turned to face O'Connor.

"I'm just a contract for you?" her eyes were full of disbelief.

After going through so much together, she couldn't believe that he would say such heartless words, even if it might be just angry words.

"Listen, you're either going to follow me, or you're going to stay and save the world!"

Focusing on reality doesn't mean O'Connor doesn't have feelings, so he doesn't dare to admit it directly, or even continue to talk about the questions Evelyn throws up. Hearing this, he immediately moved the topic back to the present and returned to the point of discussing the matter.

However, seeing that they had not reached a conclusion after talking for a while, the two returned to the original point as they spoke. Evelyn had no patience to soften, and she began to stare at O'Connor in a tough manner.

O'Connor naturally didn't back down: "What?"

"I'm staying. Evelyn said, cherishing words like gold.

There was no need to talk about it, O'Connor realized this: "Whatever you want!" he flicked.

"Good!" Evelyn replied.

The two began to face each other.

"Good!"

He walked to the door, shrugged his shoulders and spread his hands, angry but indifferent.

"Whatever you want!"

Watching O'Connor open the door and leave, she crossed her hands on her hips and looked like she didn't care.

"Whatever you want. ”

Before leaving, he seemed to really don't care, and he looked like he was completely dumped, which really made Evelyn angry, hugging his chest and exhaling, feeling that he was simply unreasonable, and his face jumped.

O'Connor, who also felt that Evelyn was unreasonable, was not as relaxed as it seemed when he left. Holding back his resentment, he faced the current situation, but there was nothing he could do, so he had to plunge into a nearby bar in order to use wine to drown his sorrows.

Danger was imminent, but those who knew were the only ones who had fled back except for the black knights.

The architecture and decoration of the bar with a unique Egyptian style, the music and the voices of the people are mixed, and the people who come and go are intoxicated with tranquility.

"Do you like it?"

A sticky voice full of resentment sounded in his ears, and the fragrant wind hit his face, and the young man squinted his eyes and smiled, which seemed to be very useful.

At this time, half of his body was sunk into the sofa in the corner of the bar. Beside her, there is a glamorous girl with a tulle cover and a half-exposed body. A beautifully decorated wine glass, held in her hand, rested against the young man's chest. As if by accident, the glass shook slightly, spilling a drop or two of bright red wine. The slender hand holding the wine glass gently stroked the skin on his chest through the wet shirt on the young man's body. The slippery and solid touch, the young man is not like that, but the girl's own eyes are bright.

"Good wine. ”

The wine was indeed good, after all, it was bought for a large sum of gold, and the young man said that he was very honest.

"What about me?"

She smiled skillfully, leaning half-against the young man, a soft finger running across his chin, caressing his collarbone, and moving towards his chest.

Accompany the wine girl, talk and laugh with the guests, there is no one who is not explicit. However, it is rare to imply that it has reached this point. Nestled into the young man's arms, feeling the powerful heartbeat, and looking up at his exotic, handsome and beautiful face, her meaning was clear.

For the sake of this delicacy in front of her, which may never be encountered in her life, she is willing to temporarily put down her job, even if it is upside down, it doesn't matter, just to covet the joy of a table.

"You're drunk. ”

The young man smiled and reached out to gently brush the girl's cheek. Her eyes became excited and misty, her breathing became deep and rapid, and her body began to heat and soften.

Then she fell asleep, only for a split second.

As soon as the slender hand was released, the wine glass slipped down, but instead of falling to the ground, it spun around in mid-air and finally fell into the hands of the young man. Holding the glass, he turned his head to look at the table next door, where a man was holding the glass in his hand, but he did not move, like a sculpture, was looking this way in amazement, at the young man's hand holding the glass.

"Cheers. ”

The young man smiled calmly, nodded and raised his glass, and regardless of the man's reaction, he tasted himself and looked elsewhere. There, a fat old man with a red face and a drunken appearance, dressed in a crooked and ill-fitting military uniform, was swaying and talking drunken under the support of a wine girl who was dressed like the girl next to the young man, but her body was particularly huge, and she could compare with the fat old man.

"You know, I'm the last RAF stationed locally. Walking past the fountain in the middle of the bar, he stepped into the pool, and he was stunned, "Which idiot spilled his wine?"

"My robes are all dead in the air, and they are often buried under the sand. Coming back to his senses, he continued to reminisce about the past, speaking English, regardless of whether the local next to him could understand it or not, "They are all good men." ”

As soon as the words fell, one of them didn't pay attention, and he collided shoulder to shoulder with the same inattentive O'Connor who had just walked into the bar and passed by.

"Hey, Winston. ”

Recognizing the fat old man as an acquaintance, O'Connor casually said hello and walked away. And seeing O'Connor's fat old man, seeing an acquaintance who could listen to him appear in front of him, he naturally had no intention of letting O'Connor go. After a second of hesitation, he turned and let the girl go, following O'Connor.

"O'Connor, you know that since the end of the Great War, I have become a hero and useless. He spoke of the anguish in his heart.

For soldiers, especially in this era, for soldiers who experienced World War I, the concept of honor being more important than life has long been deeply rooted in their hearts. For them, dying on the battlefield is the most noble ideal in life and the most valuable embodiment of the life of a soldier.

However, nearly eight years have passed since the First World War, the world has been largely quiet for eight years, and the fat old man has also enjoyed the post-war preferential treatment of the British royal family after the award ceremony, and has spent eight years here in Egypt.

Died on the battlefield, for him, the ultimate goal of life, also began to become distant under his increasingly bulging belly.

He was very depressed, so he often took advantage of the moment of buying drunk to express his memories of the fighting years, relieve his dissatisfaction with the status quo, and sigh about all this.

In the past, O'Connor was a good friend after drinking. But today is different. Now O'Connor is depressed with a lot of things in his heart, and where can he care about others. Seeing that the fat old man was drunk again, and the destitute appearance of stepping into the pool when he came over, he shook his head helplessly. A soldier is really miserable enough to be depressed to this extent.

When he came to the bar and saw Jonathan sitting here alone for a drink, he reached out and tapped the former's head, and when Jonathan looked over, he gestured behind him.

Following the direction of O'Connor's finger and seeing the fat old man chasing after him, Jonathan immediately put the treasure box he was still playing with in his pocket into his pocket.

"Really? We're all in trouble. ”

Responding casually, O'Connor sat down next to Jonathan. Seeing that the former was also depressed, Jonathan knew that this product was also here to borrow wine to drown his sorrows, so he picked up the bottle and filled the empty wine glass in front of O'Connor.

"It's a shame that I can't die a glorious death like other comrades-in-arms, so I can only sit here bored and drink alcohol. Behind the two of them, the fat old man was still there muttering to himself with a sullen expression, and when he saw Jonathan fill a wine glass again, he took it from his hand, "Cheers!"

After sipping down the spirit that O'Connor only dared to take small sips, he staggered with a sentence of "it's time to go back to the airport", and then turned away with a smile.

"Your sister has always been so ......"

"Always. ”

The outsider finally left, and the two began to talk about themselves. It's just that O'Connor's words were summed up by Jonathan in a sentence before he could say it. It seems that long before O'Connor, Jonathan, as Evelyn's brother, had a deep understanding of her difficult character, or rather, was deeply tormented.

At this point, O'Connor was speechless.

"That damn ship won't leave until tomorrow"

The one who spoke was the blonde man who had just come to Jonathan's side, and he who had come to the bar for different reasons from the two of them, was essentially just as frustrated as the two of them.

At this time, O'Connor looked to his side—the man in the dark coat had also arrived.

Well, four frustrated people, all came to buy drunk.

"Ready to run away with your tail?"

Jonathan teased, but there was no smile on his face. Now it's the cowboys who are a little more miserable, but they are not much better, not to mention that they have not found the treasure, and they have caused a big disaster, they have been busy all the way, and now they can only run away in disgrace, and the key is that Evelyn has to stay like death. Worries one after another, all piled together, hey, it's really nerve-wracking.

"You said it easily, but you weren't the one who was hunted down. The blonde man complained that his mood would only get worse when he said this.

Hearing this, O'Connor looked at the man in deep clothes: "Are your friends okay?"

"Eyes and tongues have been gouged out, do you think it will be okay?"

After drinking, he dropped this sentence with an ugly face, and the man in deep clothes turned around and walked away, obviously, this incident had the greatest impact on him.

The three of them watched the man in deep clothes leave, unable to say a word.

In the corner, the young man watched the man in dark clothes leave, and then turned to look at the inn not far from the bar. There, the monster hidden under the clothes and masks was standing at the door of the hotel with Benny.

"That's ...... Here we go. ”

The young man looked at the sky, and the spiritual power that followed behind the monster was like a lonely boat on the sea at the moment, surrounded by the power of wishes in the sky, Yu Yu walked alone - these wishes, the existence of spiritual power, had great hostility, and the young man could clearly perceive it.