Chapter 2391: Investigation begins

The last time I visited this island country was decades ago. Not long after World War II, the death knell and Monak came to Roppongi together.

At that time, there were American military clubs everywhere on the coast, and Pan Pan was begging for food on the streets, showing a deformed society under the feasting and feasting.

Now, the difference is not that big, except that there are more neon lights on the street and louder music. The girls who stand on the street making money no longer wear kimonos, but wear cute sailor suits and bubble socks.

This is still the place full of nightclubs back then, and the style is completely different from the American side.

"Roppongi, although I have come to Japan for many missions, I have never come here to play." Deadpool's eyes are not enough, and the colorful lights reflect his face mask colorfully: "I have seen How come I didn’t expect a series of "The Queen Mother"!"

While speaking, he also knocked his head with his fist in annoyance, as if regretting his memory.

"The female publicist in the store is different from the help girls outside. They are both PUA masters. You can't eat it even if you spend money." The death knell became the face of Goro in "Lonely Gourmet" this time, and the strangulation became Wearing a long black coat: "Since you understand Japanese, you should ask for the news. At present, we only know that someone has detonated a nuclear bomb in Fukushima. You can ask what the ordinary people on the street think about it. I am there. Waiting for you in the noodle restaurant by the side."

After talking about the death knell, I walked to one side of the street. At the stall that sold udon a few decades ago, it has now become a small restaurant, and the red hanging curtain still says'noodles'. Text.

It's just that the boss is not the rickety man he used to be. The current store manager sees that his facial features are somewhat similar to that person, maybe his son or grandson.

Soy sauce is not the only thing in udon noodles, there are fish plates and eggs.

Sitting at the bar, watching the TV hanging from the ceiling, and listening to the diners discussing the nuclear explosion, Su Ming just pricked his ears.

"Why is this? Isn't Da Mi Lijian still satisfied with us?"

Some of the Japanese customers who were eating seemed worried. He was wearing a good suit and wearing a high-end watch made by Wilson Corporation. He could also come to Roppongi to play at night, indicating that he should be considered a rich man.

Why do rich people come to such a small shop? This is also normal, the emperor still likes to eat pickles.

"Well, who would say no? I don't know which **** in the government has offended the American adults, but the atomic bomb fell on our civilians."

The other diners seemed to have the same status as him, and rarely took the words. Under normal circumstances, Japanese people will not answer this way when they are away, because it will cause trouble to others and is considered a very rude behavior.

If you want to join the topic, you have to apologize first. That's the problem.

"I read that the place reported in the news is in Fukushima. Isn't it a leak from the nuclear power plant?" The restaurant owner used a bamboo basket to flick the noodles while talking to regular customers in a questioning tone.

"That's not the case, boss, even if the nuclear power plant leaks, the concentration of materials and the number of neutrons inside is not enough to cause a chain explosion." The first guest who spoke seemed to have a poor appetite, and the noodles were not delivered to his mouth for a long time: "We all I saw a mushroom cloud in the news, that can only be caused by a weapon-grade nuclear bomb."

"That means, at present, only American adults can use nuclear weapons at will?" Another guest agreed, and the chopsticks in his hand squeaked: "It must be that our attitude is not respectful enough, so they are talented. Who is punishing us for disrespect of rice? Damn it!"

"Who else? Isn't it..." The diners in front stretched out a finger, pointed to the ceiling, and blinked vaguely: "They are not greedy enough. They always say that they want to catch up with the Premier League. Isn’t that a warning to gain independence on the Internet!"

"Ugh......"

The expressions of the diners in the small shop are very complicated, not worrying, more like a kind of helplessness and loss.

After the defeat in World War II, they have been making dogs for the United States because of their worship of the strong. Now they dare not bark their teeth after being knocked on a stick, they can only make a whine of wailing, and continue to **** noodles here.

Su Ming, who has been eavesdropping, is holding his arms on the counter seat. He looks like one of the worried customers, but in fact he is thinking about things in his heart.

According to the information currently heard, the Japanese people agree that the nuclear attack was done by the United States and the reasons have been found. This is very interesting.

But a little bit of analysis in my mind basically ruled out this possibility, because it does not bring any benefits to American politicians or the military.

If it is said that some city on the side of Mao Xiong has been blown up, it is possible that some lunatic is planning to play World War III.

But this small island nation has been a dog without a backbone for decades. The United States has been slapped with it. What is the point of hitting it again?

"Guest, your noodles are ready, please use it slowly." A large bowl was placed in front of the death knell after Yirong.

"Oh, thank you for the hospitality." Sake Goro squeezed a polite smile.

The noodles came up quickly. Without the interference of the deadpool smell, the noodles seemed to become a lot more delicious. After drinking so much alcohol, eating bowl of noodles felt really good.

After a few mouthfuls, I had another sip of soup. Su Ming walked to the door to check out with the proprietress. When he walked out of the small restaurant, he saw the dead waiter walking around under the street lamp not far away, and he buckled his finger on the side wall. advertising.

"How about, what did you find out?" The death knell came behind his cousin, his coat was still pitch black under the neon lights.

Wade turned around, and the small eyes on the mask narrowed: "I suspect that this incident was a terrorist attack. Although the people I inquired about thought it was done by the United States, my clever **** thought it No, it was screaming and told me to aim the chrysanthemum at outer space."

Under the street light, the death knell's brain automatically completed the translation of nonsense: "So, do you think this is not just a terrorist attack, but the attacker is also from space?"

"What? No, UU reading www.uukanshu.com I just want the chrysanthemum to sun the moon." Deadpool shook his head, and asked with a sullen expression: "Is there anything wrong? Do I even have the right to sun the moon? Don’t you? You call me Xiao Tiantian when I’m useful, and when it’s useless, you leave me aside and go to eat udon without taking me. Both me and my chrysanthemum need more fair treatment. You know the noodles are whole How happy is the root flowing from my cancerous intestines? You..."

"puff!"

Facing the endless disgusting nonsense, the owl dagger plunged into the rotting abdomen again and turned it subconsciously a few times. No way, this is the mercenary instinct, the action of the dagger stabbing people comes with rotation.

"My hands slipped, and I've never called you Xiao Tiantian."

Su Ming calmly drew out the dagger, shook the blood stains on it, dragged Wade's back collar, and walked into the dark alley to leave.

"Slippery again? DC is so dark..."

Deadpool clutched his belly and shook his head with emotion.

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