He once flew across the sky, crossed the sea, and participated in two world wars.
Starting from the most basic position as a sailor and sailor, he spent time in the submarine force, amphibious warfare force, maritime supply support force and the Marine Corps.
It's a pity that the former hero Jim Boy lost a leg and an arm in order to defend the motherland.
There is also one eye, and the right ear was permanently deafened by the roar of artillery fire, and now he has turned into Old Jim with a gray beard and a wrinkled face.
He lived in the Alexander House Nursing Home, having fun every day with his comrades who were also extremely old.
If you get up early enough, you can see this elder among elders lying on the floor of the large stone sculpture of the nursing home basking in the sun at 6:30 in the morning. It’s just that the bad weather this year has extinguished the 70-year-old spirit in Jim’s heart.
The powder keg burst into flames again.
Maybe when you were visiting a wealthy distant relative in London, you walked to the door of the sanatorium,
The sailor's thunderous yells could be heard from more than 500 meters away.
"God damn it! I'm so fucked!"
An old sailor as strong as an ox rushed out of the red door of the recreation room.
He was leaning on a cane in one hand,
The other prosthetic hand holds a moldy prosthetic eyeball.
He's old Jim--
——He has a hot temper and is so dry that he smokes.
A terrifying murderous aura can be seen from his remaining left eye. He is over ninety years old and the same age as the Queen of England.
"Penny! Penny! Are you fucking deaf! Penny!"
He shouted the maid's name loudly, used his big arm to lift the prosthetic limb, held up the prosthetic eye, and cursed loudly in the lounges on both sides of the corridor.
"What kind of human suffering is this? Everything is growing mold! My prosthetic legs, my prosthetic arms, and even this eyeball are starting to mold! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! -"
When he couldn't call the maid, he knocked hard on the neighbor's door next door.
"Von! Von! German devil! Did you fucking die in Dunkirk? It's already six o'clock! How can you sleep at your age?! Come and help me! My eyeballs are moldy.
! Maybe this kind of mold can be contagious! If my dentures are also moldy, how should I eat? Stop fucking sleeping! Get up!"
A gloomy face that was also old but very fat appeared from the window.
Good neighbor Banoff von Stein is Jim’s comrade——
——To elaborate, it should be the old German devil who was thrown into the water by the shock wave of the exploding shell during the naval battle and eventually became a prisoner of the British army. He rebelled against the country in the prisoner of war camp.
He started working for the British army and became life and death friends with Mr. Jim.
Now the lives of the two of them can be considered to have a close relationship.
They agreed to be buried in St. James Park after death, and to be neighbors after death.
They are the true friends of life and death.
At this moment, the fat man had a shy face, a thin layer of golden hair on his head, and his big blue eyes were filled with confusion.
"Where does your energy come from? Jim! It's six o'clock in the morning! Penny doesn't start work until nine o'clock. According to the historical joke of East and West Germany, she can point at you at eight fifty-nine
I'll scold your ancestors, and then I'll start to smile like a businessman at nine o'clock, do you understand? Do you understand?"
Old Jim spit out a mouthful of phlegm and spit it out in front of the porch, which everyone must pass by.
He scolded fiercely: "I'm going to find a job for this unethical lazy guy! Each of you is like Big Ben being renamed the Elizabeth Tower - you change your name every day. I'm looking for you.
Play tennis, but you say you don’t want to bully the disabled, ha!”
Feng's face changed and his expression became very strange: "Where did you learn these Internet buzzwords?"
Jim's face was full of pride: "Hey! We have to keep pace with the times! Otherwise, how can we stay young?"
The fat old man said nothing, pursed his lips and felt extremely aggrieved. He reluctantly took away Jim's artificial eyeball. He returned to the draftsman's antique workstation and wiped it with a handkerchief.
Use alcohol to kill viruses and moisturize this skin-friendly prosthesis.
Finally, I put on a little Vaseline and asked Jim to come closer.
"Come here, let me see your eye sockets."
Old Jim saw that the prosthetic eyeball was as clean as new, as if he had returned to the age of eighteen along with his physical body. He lowered his body and almost fell down because of the weak prosthetic leg. He held the window sill with one hand and grabbed the fat man with the other.
The thick flesh of the master's neck.
"Ouch! It hurts, it hurts! It hurts!~" The fat man shook his hand, and the fake eyeball rolled out, rolled all the way from the porch to the street, and hit a certain lady's high heels.
Jim was about to chase after him, but the fat old man immediately straightened Jim's face and used a cleaning cotton to sweep away the dirt in his comrade's eye sockets bit by bit.
The cumulonimbus clouds in the sky are stacked up in layers, like lumps. They begin to whiten, and it's almost dawn.
When Jim was clean and fresh, he heard the "click-click-click" of high-heeled shoes. He entered the porch from the street and walked to the window sill of the treatment room. He saw a sexy and hot old woman leaning on crutches and carrying a small Hermès bag.
, the golden fishtail skirt was inlaid with three hundred diamonds.
Even though she is nearly eighty-five years old and has more wrinkles on her face than a hairless cat, she still has that lively air.
She has straight, fiery red hair, is a Scotsman, and is also a comrade-in-arms of Jim.
Her name is Gloria——
——Gloria Imbartz.
In the sanatorium, Miss Gloria is everyone's delight.
Because she loves to laugh and makes everyone laugh when she sees her.
Jim turned around with difficulty and forgot all the complaints, all the dissatisfaction, all the suffering and pain——
——The sun shines all over the earth in an instant, and the holy light cast from the clouds shines on this red-haired hottie like a dream.
The age spot concealer, the rose-colored lipstick on the shriveled lips, the atrophied apple muscles and droopy eye bags still couldn't stop her passionate smile.
In the eyes of Mr. Jim, little sister Gloria will always be his little sister.
Even if she——
——She is now...
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! She is now suffering from Alzheimer's disease. She only uses her tongue to hold the round artificial eyeball, with a scary and demented smile on her face, and terrifying bursts of noise from her throat.
His laughter, his flexible tongue messing with the fake eyeballs, and his twisted and arrogant expression are really scary.
The fat old man covered his face at that time and couldn't see it.
Jim casually took away his precious trick, then hugged Miss Gloria and kissed her deeply on the cheek.
The powerful biological pheromones helped this elderly lady regain some of her sanity.
"Oh! Oh oh oh..." Sister Gloria looked for glasses from her bag tremblingly, and talked to Jim about recent events: "Captain, what's the date today?"
"Little pepper!" Jim raised his eyebrows, wiped the saliva from his eyeballs on the old blue military uniform, and stuffed the eyeballs back with a pop, "I don't remember what date it is! Just treat it as your birthday.
!”
Watch Jim's prosthetic eye rolling in its socket, like a smart scanner camera catching prey, aligning the focus, and finally maintaining the same line of sight as the real eye.
Gloria sighed: "Hey! I'm another year older."
Old Jim shouted: "That's right! We have arrived at the age of seventeen, as sweet as honey!"
Only the fat old man pouted and kept mumbling: "I just feel like I am going to get moldy along with this building - it is like a large cemetery made of stones. Our bodies are slowly rotting in the coffin, and we are going to die completely."
He will be buried only if he falls."
"Don't say that! Stein! Don't say that!" Mr. Jim waved his hands vigorously, like Captain Gerrard of the Liverpool Red Army cheering for the players, "I believe in God's arrangement! He doesn't want to take away our
Even if we die, there must be stories waiting for us to write!"
Sister Gloria suddenly remembered something.
She took out her elderly large-screen mobile phone from her pocket and couldn't remember the password after thinking about it for a long time.
Mr. Jim reminded me thoughtfully: "It's my birthday."
Gloria: "Whose birthday is it?"
Jim: "Your husband's birthday."
Gloria: "Do I have a husband?"
Jim: "511119! I remember it better than you!"
"Oh oh oh!" Sister Gloria entered the correct password, immediately showed the communication record, and explained to Mr. Jim: "Robert Downing called me."
When Jim heard his grandson's name, he immediately cheered up and his eyes nearly gleamed.
Sister Gloria asked in a daze: "Is this your nephew? Or your cousin? Is this your son? Or your daughter?"
Jim patiently explained to the hot girl again and again: "It's my grandson! What did he say?"
Sister Gloria scratched her head and began to think. Her eyes looked smart, but she couldn't say a word. Finally, she said truthfully: "I forgot."
Old Jim asked again: "Why didn't he call me?"
Gloria: "Forgot."
Mr. Jim pampered and cared for her in every possible way, extinguishing the volcano in his heart, and repeatedly kneaded Gloria's hair and scalp, as if he was doing a healing massage.
"Think about it! Think about it! Pepper!"
Gloria's eyes are getting brighter and brighter——
——It seems that as long as the captain is around, she will still be young.
"Your grandson wants you to do a favor! He said he forgot your contact information! He only found my phone number..."
Mr. Jim frowned and laughed: "Then he is really filial."
Gloria's head seemed to be powered on and she became serious: "Seriously, you grandson! Tell me, the situation is serious. If this thing cannot be done, the whole of Britain will be in trouble!"
Old Jim curled his lips and spat out another mouthful of thick phlegm: "What the hell, I can't calm down at all. Are you kidding me? The whole of Britain is going to be in trouble?"
Sister Gloria raised her cell phone and said worriedly: "Why don't you ask him yourself?"
Jim took the cell phone and dialed back according to his grandson's communication records.
"Hello?!"
"Hello?!"
"Hey Hey hey?"
"Why is there no sound?"
The fat man lay on the window sill and warned carefully: "Captain, you can't hear anything in your right ear."
Mr. Jim immediately scolded: "These electronic devices are getting more and more backward now! They are getting more and more troublesome! In the past, when I went out to order a cake, I just had to bring the money. Now I have to scan the QR code and attach my ID card and driver's license."
——After buying a cake, he asked me if I wanted to apply for a credit card. The phone was also like a bird, the receiver was so small, the fonts were small and the pictures were small. The designer should have his head chopped off at the Tower of London!"
Gloria rolled her eyes: "That's too cheap for him. Only the king has such courtesy."
After having fun, Jim got down to business.
"Robert! Little Robert!"
His voice sounded like thunder. He turned on the speakerphone and put the end of the phone into his mouth.
Tangning's panicked and reserved voice came from the other side of the phone.
"grandfather..."
"Robert? What good thing have you done again? Your uncle and your uncle can't do it? Do you want me, an old guy who is about to die and has stepped into the coffin, to help you?"
"Grandpa, please don't say that..."
"Then say it quickly! It's like reporting the enemy's situation to your superiors! Just like explaining the mission objectives to your chief of staff, tell me!"
"I understand, grandpa, I'm going to deal with vampires."
"Huh? What the hell are you sucking blood for?"
"A vampire...is a legendary monster."
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"
Old Jim laughed heartily.
The fat old man also laughed.
Ms. Gloria laughed strangely.
The three different kinds of laughter are like the ruthless ridicule of the elders to the younger ones.
Robert Downing feels depressed -
——But if you want to complete this matter, your uncle and uncle are both serving members of the Navy, and they cannot follow him to do evil... Oh no, do what is right.
After my father and mother retired from the army, they began to travel around the world and live a magical life.
At this moment, the only one who can help him is this grandfather.
So Robert patiently prepared to continue explaining patiently and seriously.
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Jim: "Hahahahahahaha! Hahahahahaha!"
The fat old man's sneer turned into wild laughter.
"Hahahahahaha! I can't do it anymore, I can't breathe...Hahahahahaha!"
Sister Gloria's flamboyant laughter has completely evolved into the elder of the Soul Palace.
"Jie, Jie, Jie, scum, slag, slag, slag, slag!"
The laughter lasted for a full minute.
"Huh...huh...huh..." Old Jim breathed heavily, supported the wall with his prosthetic leg, and covered his heart with one hand. A large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead, feeling the angina pectoris caused by the crazy joy: "You
How filial! Little Robert! He found me such exciting fun early in the morning!"
Robert explained: "I don't do drugs! I don't take hallucinogens either! I'm serious! Grandpa! I'm really serious and eager to tell you this! I don't want you to buy insurance, and I don't want your money.
, I didn’t engage in commercial fraud to defraud my family, there really are vampires!”
"Hahahahahaha!" The fat old man was about to laugh again.
Jim suddenly became serious, showing two rows of well-maintained white teeth, and his smile became ferocious.
He replied: "Yes!"
Robert was stunned for a moment: "Grandpa...do you believe what I said?"
Jim: "I believe it! Because I have seen a vampire with my own eyes!"
Robert was surprised: "Have you seen it with your own eyes?!"
Old Jim: "That's right! I've seen it with my own eyes! I even fought with them!"
The fat man immediately shouted loudly: "Yes! The Japanese were using vampire viruses to strengthen soldiers seventy years ago!"
Old Jim yelled into the cell phone: "I am so happy because God gave me another chance - my arms are fake, my eyes are fake, and my legs are fake, but Robert! This call from you makes me happy."
I feel it! I'm going to really burn! What do you want me to do for you?"
Tang Ning immediately expressed his thoughts——
"——Grandpa, my friends need a rain! It's a heavy rain from a Category 8 typhoon! In order to complete this task, I got a lot of silver iodide, but I can't apply for a channel from air traffic control. Can you...
"
"No, I swim in the sea." Jim said frankly: "No chance! There is no chance at all, it is completely impossible. It is impossible for me to deal with those air force air traffic controllers in their thirties. Let's have a cup of coffee
I can’t even finish my drink, and I can’t even talk for a while, so I immediately turn over the table and leave.”
Robert refused to give up: "Grandpa, can't you still say it? Even if it is a temporary waterway for agricultural irrigation? Isn't this possible?"
Jim: "Impossible, you should think of other ways as soon as possible. Today's young people don't know how to respect the old and care for the young. Like the Queen of England, we protected this country in two world wars! Boris should come and pull the soles of my shoes."
Lick the phlegm clean! Without me, there would be no SAS! Nor would their glory and wealth!"
"Grandpa, calm down..." Robert then said the backup plan: "I have compounds in my hand, but I don't have a plane. If there is a plane..."
Jim: "You want a carrier-based aircraft? How long will your flight be?"
Robert: "Thirty-five hundred hours..."
Jim: "Independent flight time."
Robert: "Three hours..."
Mr. Jim scoffed: "You mean, you want to carry out artificial rainfall, you have ammunition, but you don't have the ability to send the ammunition to the sky?"
Robert: "That's right..."
After a long time, Jim came up with an idea.
"Let's go sailing around Britain!"
Tangning got enlightened.
"Use a naval gun? Shoot the silver iodide out as a cannonball?"
Boy Jim said with a smile: "Hehehe! Yes! I have many students working in the navy, but you can't tell others this - as long as you don't say it, I won't say it..."
"Do you all have Alzheimer's disease?" Gloria pointed to the mobile phone: "MI6 can hear it clearly! Can this kind of thing be said on the mobile phone?!"
...
...
At this moment——
——Right now.
Mary Stuart had nothing to do with the tragedy in St. James's Park.
She has no sympathy for these dead compatriots, even if there are some of them who are direct descendants of her own blood.
Her mind was filled with all kinds of fantasies, applauding this tragedy, and she could even see herself returning to the center of power in London after taking office in Downing Street.
Leonardo posted a message to his mistress, asking her to tell her the interesting things that happened recently.
"Mother, our spy found a very interesting phone recording at the Secret Service."
"I don't want to hear nonsense, just tell me the result."
"Robert Downing, this kid, is planning to carry out artificial rainfall..."
Hearing this, Mary's eyes changed drastically——
——This must not happen! It is an unforgivable crime! It is a naked murder!
When Mary Stuart, the vampire demon, heard about this crazy thing, she wanted to call the police as soon as possible, say good things to the people from the Security Bureau and the Secret Service, and arrest this descendant of the Navy immediately.
Artificial rainfall?
For vampires, the rainy season that lasts for half a year is the perfect time for them to thrive in the surface world. If the rain stops, I'm afraid the sun will come out and the gang order they have worked so hard for so long will collapse in an instant.
They have to hide back in the underground world, scheming with the vicious and cunning BOSS, and fighting for their lives with the ferocious lapis lazuli guards.
At least 60% of the vampires will die every time they act chastely.
Like this tragedy in St. James Cemetery, why Mary is so confident and can accept the sharp decline in the population of the entire vampire race is because the surface world is too comfortable, too comfortable, and too suitable for the reproduction of the vampire race.
If Robert Downing is really allowed to do this——
——This little character can overturn the entire chessboard!
"Quick, quick, quick! Do something quickly!" Mary gritted her teeth, rarely seeing panic on her face: "How could his body temperature of 37 degrees do such a heartless thing!"
Leonardo was also panicked, but asked his mistress not to panic.
"Don't worry... Holy Mother, I know you are in a hurry, but don't worry, I will go to Haiphong immediately! I will ask someone to send the money immediately..."
"Their plan is to fire a cannon from a ship and shoot silver iodide into the sky?" Mary asked the most important thing again: "I don't allow any! One warship! Not one! Not even a wooden sailing ship! It can't appear in Britain.
Offshore!”
Leonardo: "I'm afraid it will cost a lot of money..."
"Then spend it!" Mary looked fiercely and grabbed Leonardo's collar: "We are not short of money! As long as we have the holy blood of grace, countless people will give us money!"
...
...
In Portsmouth -
——History is about to turn a new page.
But this time it's forward.
A group of old men who were so bored that they were smoking took up the iron rod of the diesel engine again and pulled the coal bales from the big truck.
Robert Downing spent twenty hours walking the sad road from the western suburbs of London to Portsmouth over and over again.
They hit walls and suffered at every turn.
Mr. Jim and his students were at loggerheads, and they couldn't even borrow a decommissioned submarine.
But there is a ship that can go to sea and fire cannons.
It was the last warrior ship of the British Empire.
It is the Iron-clad Warrior, the black-robed prince in the storm.
It's not a ship, it's been turned into a museum.
On the ship information network of Haiphong, the overly advanced electronic computer system could not find the signal of this museum.
"We spent a full eight years restoring it from an oil tanker to what it is now. When I was young, when I first saw this imperial sea lion, I just thought it was so hot that I shed tears! I know that in this life, I will
There is nothing else I can do. I am suitable to listen to the waves and blow the sea breeze - I want to face the thunder in the storm!"
Old Jim, wrapped in his coat, stood in front of the chicken restaurant's porch and talked about history with his grandson.
"It delivers oil to more than five thousand different merchant ships and warships, but it still burns coal, spits out steam, drinks water and eats grass, and squeezes out white milk. Little Robert, we are like it in many situations.
Many years ago, in the inexplicable world war, we fought a bastard war with scraps of iron and steel in which no one knew anyone and everyone had to kill everyone immediately. This was also about protecting our country, right?"
Don't wait for Tang Ning to answer.
Jim Downing laughed.
In the deep and dark night sky, thunder split through the dark clouds, revealing its majestic iron armor.
"Your friends are waiting for your thunder!"
The grandfather squeezed his grandson's hand tightly and talked about the old story from three years ago.
"Now it's really Joe Biden holding a press conference! The big one is coming!"