The journey to the next life was not far. It only took a few minutes for the two people who turned on the Sword in the Stone to reach their destination.
Parking the Sword in the Stone in the open-air parking lot, Lin Mo led Johnny out of the car.
He glanced at the small parking lot, then pointed to one of the sports cars with a smile and said:
"Hey, do you see that green sports car? That's Roger's driving seat."
Johnny looked over, clicked his tongue and said, "It does look like her style."
The two of them didn't stop too much, and then walked to the Afterlife Bar underground.
During this period, looking at some ordinary mercenaries surrounding the entrance to the basement, Johnny Silverhand couldn't help but sigh:
"This looks no different from the previous Atlantis Club. After so many years, some things have changed, but some things have remained the same."
The Atlantis Club, in the past era, was a club for marginalized people like a bar in the afterlife, a gathering place for lawbreakers.
"There is still a difference. After all, you and Rogge were both members of the club before, but now she is the queen here, and the mercenaries in the Afterlife Bar are all elites in this city." Lin Mo reminded.
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"Elite people, huh, forget it, they are just thugs running around chasing meat and bones. Some of them even do things for the company. What kind of elites are they?" Johnny Silverhand commented unceremoniously.
The conversation between the two also attracted the attention of the ordinary marginalized people around them, especially Johnny's words that did not take into account the feelings of others, which also aroused some dissatisfaction among them.
However, this is also the entrance to the Afterlife Bar after all, so not many people dare to choose to cause trouble here.
Occasionally, a few fringe people with a bad temper just stared back at Johnny, as if to warn him not to talk nonsense.
The two of them ignored the strange looks until they reached the door of the Afterlife Bar. Johnny was keenly aware that the eyes of the mercenaries around them suddenly changed.
Disdain, dissatisfaction...this series of malicious glances instantly transformed into admiration, curiosity and respect at this moment.
There was no other reason, but it was because the big man standing at the door of the bar seemed to recognize their identities and immediately stepped aside with a respectful expression.
Such a humble attitude, if Johnny hadn't just seen the big man's arrogant attitude towards other ordinary mercenaries, he might have mistakenly thought that this was a "welcome boy".
And it was obvious that the guard was not welcoming him, but the little devil next to him.
"Welcome to the Afterlife Bar, Mr. Lin." The doorman Emerick whispered.
Lin Mo nodded in response, but Johnny Silverhand behind him walked in first.
"In the next life... this name is quite good." He scanned the interior structure of the bar with sharp eyes. Lin Mo couldn't see his eyes clearly with his sunglasses, but he could tell from his tone.
A hint of melancholy.
He seemed to have been here many times, and he walked straight to the bar of the bar alone without the need for Lin Mo to lead the way.
"Hey, new face, are you cosplaying? You even have a silver prosthetic hand installed. Let me guess, you are playing Johnny Silverhand, right?"
Johnny Silverhand's outstanding appearance and temperament soon attracted the attention of many people, including Claire, the bartender of the Afterlife Bar.
She placed a wine glass in front of Johnny, looked at his clothes with slight interest, and reminded kindly:
"Although it's not a bad thing to admire your idol, I advise you to show up here less in the future, or change the color of this prosthetic hand first. Our boss doesn't like people dressing up like Silver Hands."
"After all these years, do you still know Johnny Silverhand?" Johnny raised his eyebrows, not expecting to hear about his own deeds.
His understanding of the current world and all the intelligence information came from Lin Mo's mouth, so much so that he thought that his past deeds were all regarded as terrorist crimes, so how could anyone remember him.
Not to mention anything else, Kerry, his former bandmate, is now more famous than him.
"I know you, why don't you know me, a legend from the past? Come on, take a look at the wine list." Claire smiled politely and pushed a wine list over.
Johnny Silverhand glanced at the wine names on the wine list curiously, and soon saw the "Legendary Wine Name" at the top, and couldn't help but blurt out:
"Johnny Silverhand...the old-fashioned tequila pepper beer is good, it is indeed my favorite recipe, and there are also recipes from Old Snake, Susan and others. It seems that they are all dead too..." Johnny
Silver Hand said sadly, seeming to recall some things from the past.
Although he didn't know how the bartender learned these people's favorite cocktail recipes, it was obvious that the wine names listed above, as well as the more familiar names, must have been left by the dead.
The recipe.
However, soon, he was attracted by another wine name on the wine list.
"Mo Ying... what kind of wine is this? Damn it, why is this wine so expensive? Is there melted gold in the wine?" Johnny Silverhand asked in disbelief, pointing to a wine name on the wine list.
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What’s more, just ordering a glass of Sima Gui’s wine will cost you enough to order hundreds of cups of “Johnny Silverhand”!
"Because the wine used in this recipe is Blue Drunken Champagne, an extremely expensive famous wine, the price is naturally higher." The person who answered him was not Claire the bartender, but Lin Mo who rushed over.
He sat next to Johnny, glanced at the wine list, and asked with a smile: "What, do you want to drink? I can buy you a drink."
Seeing Lin Mo appear here and talking to this "suspected" cosplayer, Claire's eyes widened a bit, and she was filled with surprise.
After all, as someone who had been in contact with Mo Ying in the past, she could more or less guess the relationship between the two even if Lin Mo didn't say it clearly now.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Especially after the nuclear explosion, the other party arrived at the Afterlife Bar more than half a year later. She also saw with her own eyes that Rogge actually cleared the bar for the first time that day.
Only a few people were left talking and reminiscing in the bar.
Judging from these points alone, it is enough to prove that Lin Mo's identity is not simple.
But now, this strange guy actually knows Lin Mo...
"Only idiots drink this kind of wine and spend their money on it. I might as well run into the street and throw it around, and those passers-by might even call me daddy." Johnny Silverhand commented disdainfully, and then pointed with his finger.
Something about the name [Johnny Silverhand]:
"Give me a cup of this, and the cost will be charged to this little devil's account."
Claire glanced at Lin Mo, and after seeing the latter nodding in acquiescence, she turned around to prepare drinks for Johnny.
In just a few minutes, Claire completed the preparation of "Johnny Silverhand". The slightly orange liquid was dotted with a few crushed red peppers.
"It looks good." Johnny Silverhand picked up the cup, drank it all in one gulp, then placed the cup heavily back on the table, and shouted happily: "Come again."
A hand stretched out and stopped his plan to have another drink. The boy next to him looked at him and said calmly: "Don't drink too much. We are not here to drink this time. Let's take the time to see the familiar people."
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Johnny Silverhand's eyes moved slightly, as if he noticed something. He didn't look back and faced the bar, but just moved his eyes to look inside the bar.
I saw Rogge, wearing a yellow midriff-baring shirt, striding towards this side. He said with a smile as he walked:
"Since you are here, why don't you tell me? Do you have anything important to discuss with me?"