Among the lush rocks and jungles, the wind from the west coast blows across the railway tracks, and the rocks on the coastline have been washed away by the waves over the years, leaving rough holes. The intersection of the two brings a distant and desolate echo.
A train drove out of the tunnel. At the intersection of the coast and the mountains, it flowed like a winding stream. The sea breeze from one side blew in through the gap in the window, causing the window panel to touch the window frame, making a sound.
A soft clicking sound.
One hand was placed on the handle of the window frame, and he pushed forward hard. With a "click", the window was locked, and the slightly annoying clicking sound finally disappeared. He took back his hand, put down the newspaper, and Schiller started
He looked over his glasses at Lucifer, who was sitting across from the carriage compartment, and said:
"Your travel plan is really classic and amazing. I never thought that a creature with wings of its own would choose a train as its first choice of transportation when traveling to another location."
Lucifer was dividing the French puff pastry on the plate with a knife and fork. He was eating breakfast attentively and said: "This is the meaning of travel. People can obviously use the fastest way to reach a certain place, but it is not
You have to take your time to visit there. If you weren't too tired, we could have walked there."
"Spare me." Schiller rolled his eyes slightly and let out a sigh. Lucifer clicked his tongue and said: "The luxurious private rooms of the travel train cannot represent the style of West Coast travel at all. Let me tell you, we
You should take a road trip as soon as you want, and waving for a ride on the side of the road is also an important part of travel."
Schiller gently closed the newspaper, looked into Lucifer's eyes and said: "Then when the robbers pull out their guns, you will flash your wings with a 'swish', scaring them out of their pants..."
This is what you do."
"I hate psychologists." Lucifer lowered his head again and started cutting the food on the plate.
Schiller gently rang the bell fixed on the door. After a while, a waiter in a black vest came over, opened the door and asked: "Sir, what do you need?"
“Any recommendations for breakfast?”
"Oh, sir, you really asked the right person. This train provides many seafood delicacies including lobster and king crab."
"But I think it's not suitable for breakfast. If you like seafood, you must have a steaming bowl of creamy clam soup and smoked salmon with mashed potatoes. If you want some vegetables, there is a Seattle special."
of pickled cucumbers and sweet peppers.”
"Thank you for your recommendation, here's what I want."
"No problem, sir, coffee or wine? The coffee on this train is also famous. Traditional Italian coffee can sell more than 20,000 cups a year."
"Then bring me a cup of Italian coffee, thank you."
After the waiter left, Lucifer put the last piece of shortbread into his mouth. Schiller looked at the not-so-rich food on his plate, but couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth, and said: "What I didn't expect is that
, an angel is actually allergic to seafood... Were you hit by a fish in heaven? Other than that, I can't think of any other explanation."
"How could I be so stupid?" Lucifer immediately retorted: "When I still lived in the Garden of Eden, I was a good fisherman. Only stupid Michael could do such things as catching fish and being beaten by them."
"Then why don't you eat seafood?"
"Please, I've lived in Los Angeles for so long that I'm almost sick of seafood. Only you guys from the East Coast will only know what to eat when you come here: lobster and king crab." Lucifer said rather dissatisfied.
"So, your way to get rid of this eating habit is to move from one city on the West Coast to another city, and it is also another city with a very developed fishing industry, Seaside City?"
"I really don't know when my pope will be able to do his homework properly." Lucifer put down his knife and fork, took the newspaper that Schiller put on the table, and said while reading: "The angels' kingdom of God on earth has a scope.
Yes, the east coast is Gabriel's territory. I hate that stupid bird that sheds its feathers all over the world, and I don't want to hang out there."
"Only you know whether you don't want to hang out in other angels' territory or because you can't quarrel with them and feel embarrassed." Schiller leaned back slightly and asked the waiter to put the soup on the table.
"When can I no longer quarrel with them?!" Lucifer immediately raised his voice and asked.
"Last night, don't think I didn't hear it. When I was packing my luggage, you were on the phone next door arguing with them about who would win in the small offensive and defensive battle that took place near the Holy Spring during the Fallen War tens of thousands of years ago.
Oh, you were so robbed by Michael that you couldn't even say a word."
"Schiller!" Lucifer slammed the table angrily and said, "Please pay attention to your wording. You are my pope. Whose side are you on?"
"I am on God's side," Schiller said after taking a sip of soup.
Lucifer snorted coldly and said: "If I hadn't fallen into heaven, would it be Michael's turn to be the archangel? Gabriel used to be just my little follower, but now, he is actually following Michael..."
"Yesterday when I prayed to God, he said that you have been discussing the Fallen War for tens of thousands of years. He was tired of hearing it even if you said it." Schiller said.
"You actually complained to God again?!" Lucifer was furious.
"He praised you."
"Oh, really?...I mean, don't try to lie to me!"
Schiller cut a piece of fish, ignored Lucifer's shifting eyes, and directly changed the topic and said: "When I was packing my luggage last night, I called Hal. The train will arrive at the station later. He
Will come to pick us up."
Lucifer raised his eyebrows, folded the newspaper in his hand and said, "But you made it clear last night that you disapproved of my decision."
"As a qualified pope, I am very worried that my God will not be able to pay the rent because of poor business and will live on the street." Schiller shook his head slightly and said, "I am really curious. The location in Los Angeles is the best.
If you open a bar in a place with the strongest entertainment atmosphere and the largest flow of people, you can lose more than 100,000 US dollars. How on earth did you do it?"
Lucifer spread his hands and said: "My bar is not only for humans, but also for the human world, the spiritual world, heaven, and hell. Everyone wants to come and cheer. However, you should also be able to imagine that some races that are not easy to deal with may
Produce a little... little friction."
“How many times has your bar been rebuilt?”
"More than 6,000 times."
"You are really a business genius."
Lucifer sighed and said: "This time when I go to Beach City, I want to change my business strategy. No races other than humans are allowed to enter."
Schiller put down his knife and fork, rang the bell for the waiter to come and take the plates away, he wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then said: "Actually, Hal and I have a common business, and I think this is a good idea for you to open a bar.
If it's useful, we can talk about it together when he arrives."
"It's definitely not a good thing." Lucifer curled his lips and said.
Soon, the train arrived at the station. No matter how slow this relatively primitive means of transportation is, it is still much faster than unreliable roadside rides. When Schiller and Lucifer got off the train, it was not completely dark yet.
.
As soon as the two walked out of the platform, a man wearing a brown bomber jacket came over. He hugged Schiller first, then shook hands with Lucifer. Schiller handed him the brown suitcase he was carrying.
, the green light flashed, and the suitcase disappeared.
Lucifer raised his eyebrows and said, "Green Lantern?"
"Yes, I am Hal Jordan, the Green Lantern in the sector where the Earth is located. Nice to meet you, Mr. Lucifer." Hal nodded and led the two people out. Schiller looked at his dusty appearance.
, asked with some confusion: "Did you just come back too?"
"Yes, I rushed back when I heard that you were coming. Oliver encountered some trouble, so Arthur and I went to help him."
Schiller shook his head and said: "If there is any trouble, both of you can help. Isn't it enough for one of you to help?"
Hal frowned and said, "It's very complicated to say, and Oliver won't let us talk to others, but if there is anything I need your help with, I will tell you."
Schiller nodded and said nothing. The situation in Mexico is indeed very complicated and cannot be explained clearly in one or two sentences. Green Arrow's operations there are smooth and smooth, but the smoother they are, the more trouble they face.
The more there are, it is estimated that what he encountered this time was military trouble, otherwise he would not have called both Aquaman and Green Lantern over.
Hal drove an old pickup truck. Lucifer saw a mess of fishing nets in the bed of the pickup truck, so he asked while getting on the truck: "Are you a fisherman?"
"No, I'm a test pilot, but many families in Beach City are engaged in fishing, and my family is the same. My uncle owns several boats, and most of the family members go fishing with him. There are also people who work on cruise ships, and they don't see each other for a year.
How many times have we been here?”
Lucifer was a little interested. He said: "I haven't done any offshore fishing yet. I heard that you will go out to sea during the tuna season, and the largest tuna you catch is the king of fish at the auction?"
Hal nodded as he drove and said, "It's been a long time since Americans caught the king fish. Canadians are uniquely blessed."
The three of them chatted about ocean fishing for a while. The car soon drove to Hal's house. What made Schiller and Lucifer feel a little confused was that this place was a fishing ground and it looked abandoned.
Already.
"Everyone who comes to my house for the first time will feel strange, but in fact this is normal in Beach City." Hal sighed and led the two people forward: "In my grandfather's time, marine resources were very
It’s so rich that even a net with so many cods can’t contain it.”
"But you also know that as the ocean's ecology continues to be destroyed and humans engage in uncontrolled fishing, fishery resources are facing depletion, the seabed ecology has become worse, and the output of the fishing grounds will also become worse."
"By my father's generation, the corals and seabed ecology of the fisheries have suffered a devastating blow. They can't raise fish at all, and they will only lose money if they spread the fry, so they have no choice but to change careers.
"
"The more no one maintains it, the worse the condition of the fishery becomes. Such a fishery cannot be sold at all, so it can only apply for bankruptcy and turn it into other uses. Faced with this situation, the government of the coastal city has no choice but to allow the fishermen to continue to live in it."
, so there are many families living in such abandoned fishing grounds in Beach City.”
As a few people walked deeper, the scenery in front of them suddenly became clearer. To the right was a beach full of pebbles. The clear sea water flowed over the reef with white waves. On the high ground of the reef, there were groups of seagulls parked, flying continuously in the air.
hovering and landing on the cliff in the distance.
On the left hand side is a lush forest. The forest spreads to the left, forming a high cliff. Below the cliff are the waves crashing on the shore, and above the cliff is the lighthouse.
Hal pointed to the coastline and said, "Didn't you notice? The water here is clearer than anywhere else. From the perspective of tourists, this is a rare tourist attraction, but from the perspective of fishermen, this is a sign of the depletion of fishery resources."
"The government will allow us to continue to live here. In fact, it is to allow us to maintain the sanitary environment here to attract tourists. For this reason, it has also exempted property taxes and reduced part of the inheritance tax. Any resource-based city must eventually transform.
Beach City is doing pretty well.”
Lucifer and Schiller both nodded. This natural scenery is eye-catching enough without any modification. Just by looking at it, you can imagine the leisure and leisure of camping here.
Following the path along the beach, several people came to the door of two stone huts hidden in the forest. After Hal stepped forward and knocked on the door, an old man with gray curly hair appeared when he opened the door.
"This is my father, Martin Jordan... Don't be surprised. I am the second son in the family. There is a 12-year age difference between me and my brother, so my parents are older."
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