When Russell mentioned the woman in the photo, Thomas felt as if he had lost his soul.
"If it's not your wife, then whose wife is it?" Russell said funnyly: "Thomas, why are you hanging someone else's wife on the wall of your house, uh, and smiling like a kind old father."
"I have always been a kind old father."
Thomas muttered something in a low voice, and then said: "This ghost...Mr. Angel, what do you want from me? I mean, besides scaring people, do you have anything else?"
"To be precise, the person I'm looking for is not you, but your son Arthur Curry."
"Arthur! What's wrong with him? Is he causing trouble again?" Hearing Russell mention his precious son, Thomas immediately became vigilant, fearing that the visitor was not malicious.
"Don't get excited, I don't mean any harm..."
Russell narrowed his eyes slightly, which made Thomas's heart tremble, and then he said: "It turns out that he was drinking in the bar. Thank you for your cooperation. God likes honest people. I wish you go to heaven after death."
"What! What bar, I never said that!"
Thomas was startled. He subconsciously thought that Arthur said he would stay all night in the bar tonight, but he was sure that he was just thinking about it in his mind and did not say it out loud.
"Thomas, a man may lie, but his heart cannot..."
Russell patted Thomas on the shoulder: "Don't worry, I'm a good person and I won't do anything to your son."
After saying that, Russell strode out of the room and politely closed the door before leaving.
Thomas stared blankly at Russell's disappearing back. Thinking of his son Arthur, his heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly opened the door and chased after him.
As soon as I opened the door, I faced the sea, the salty wind blew in my face, and Russell's ghost was nowhere to be seen.
…
Amnesty Bay Town Bar!
Because of its population base, the number of drunkards in this town is far less exaggerated than in other towns, so this is the only bar in the town that is open all night.
Soft and soothing music was playing in the bar. Except for a few girls who were playing billiards, everyone else in the bar gathered around a table, drinking beer and laughing wildly. From time to time, they made sarcastic remarks or encouraged them.
.
There is no resident singer in the small bar, and the only repertoire that survives is arm wrestling. Anyone who can beat the bar's best arm wrestler will get free drinks tonight.
Yes, the number one arm-wrestling expert in the bar is Arthur Curry. He is not the "Aquaman" yet, he is just a super-powered person who often helps fishermen.
Because residents of Amnesty Bay and surrounding towns have received more or less help from him, people are willing to come to this bar to have a drink with him.
For this reason, the bar owner gave Arthur a commission from the sales of drinks, which became Arthur's main source of income. He could drink for free without restraint, which was very consistent with his salty mentality.
"Everyone, Arthur's record tonight is 35 wins and 0 losses. Who else wants to challenge him?"
The bar owner and bartender started to liven up the atmosphere, pointing to the crowd watching the excitement: "You weaklings, when you brag, you are better than the other, but as a result, when you prove yourself with actions, all of you are scared.
!”
"Fart! I'm not a coward, I just drank too much. If I'm in good condition, I can knock down 100 weaklings like Arthur in one go."
"Me too!"
"Who isn't!"
"I'm not. If I didn't drink too much, I could bring down 1,000 Arthurs."
The onlookers were covering their heads, saying, "I can't do it anymore," "He's lucky today," and "Let him go for the time being." Emojis were posted online, but no one was willing to stand up and provide jokes.
Everyone knows about Arthur's record, and they are just looking for abuse. They just drank too much, and they haven't drunk to the point of "I am the best in the world".
"Get out of the way, I'll challenge him."
At this time, a strong man who drank "I am the best in the world" came out. He took off his white short sleeves, revealing his tendons covered with tattoos.
"Everyone, let us welcome this warrior!"
"Oh oh oh——"
The bar owner finished stirring up the atmosphere and looked at the strong man with a smile: "Thank you for your patronage. The registration fee is 2 US dollars."
After hearing this, the strong man raised his hands to cover his temples, and silently put his clothes back on himself: "No, I may have drunk too much. I need to lie down for a while."
After saying that, the strong man slumped down on the chair, as if he was dead.
The bar owner was about to make a sarcastic comment when suddenly a green Franklin appeared in front of his eyes. He looked along his arm and saw that it was a new face he had never seen before.
"I regestrated!"
Russell stuffed Franklin into the bar owner's jacket pocket: "100 US dollars, the rest is for tip, no need to look for it."
"Okay... all your drinks tonight are free. Wait a minute, I'll get you a glass of the store's treasure."
The bar owner picked up the knife and confirmed that it was Franklin himself. He immediately became extremely polite. In the small town of Amnesty Bay, he had never seen anyone more generous than Russell.
After paying the registration fee, Russell Ma Dajindao sat across from Arthur and carefully looked at his appearance.
In the DC world, this fierce face with a big beard and long hair is Aquaman. In Marvel, he is the brother-controlled Thor. If he dyes his beard and hair white and straightens it, it will be either Obai or a leopard head, and then put on a red hat. It will be a perfect guest appearance.
Santa Claus.
It’s unmistakable, with this artistic face, Aquaman Arthur Curry has not run away!
"Man, you spent $100 on drinks and lost a lot. If you secretly give me $20, I can let you win in the game later. In this case, you only need to pay $20 for drinks.
It’s free.”
Arthur looked at Russell up and down. He was neither tall nor strong, but his face was a bit pale. That was safe.
"Hey, Arthur, I heard all the stupid things you said." The boss at the bar roared and brought a glass of beer to Russell.
The onlookers laughed loudly after hearing this, and a group of people cheered and collected 20 US dollars, and then asked Arthur to drink. Everyone would drink for free tonight.
Unexpectedly, the plan was aborted at the beginning, because when it came to paying, everyone was drunk and unconscious, and their hands for money reached into other people's pockets.
Russell smiled and put his hands up on the table: "Thank you for your kindness, but I don't have 20 dollars. I don't take change with me when I go out."
"..."xn
The atmosphere became inexplicably cold, and after a while there were constant shouts and curses. The onlookers transformed into masters of key skills, collectively supporting Arthur and asking him to show Russell some grace.
"Hehehe, you are so interesting..."
Arthur shook his head slightly, lamenting that Russell was overestimating his abilities, and suddenly glanced at the Nanya, the Ring of Water, in Russell's hand, and suddenly showed an intoxicated expression.
He swallowed and said dryly: "Man, let's make a bet! If you win, I can return the $100 to you, and all the drinks you drink when you come to this bar in the future will be on me.
superior."
Russell showed a playful smile: "It sounds tempting, but what if I lose?"
"How about giving me this ring?"
"I'm afraid this won't work. This ring of mine is the treasure of the Elf Queen. It represents the protection and grace of the ocean. Money cannot measure its value."
Arthur frowned tightly when he heard this and stared at Russell carefully for a while: "Man, have I seen you before somewhere? I always think you look familiar."
When Arthur said this, the onlookers felt that Russell's face seemed familiar, and scratched their heads in confusion: "Is it possible that he is from our town, but he doesn't go out much, so he can't recognize him?"
"how to say……"
Russell said speechlessly: "My face is unobstructed all over the world. No matter what I do, I can get rid of the bill by just swiping my face. Only in Amnesty Bay... this place is closed enough."
"It seems that you are still a celebrity."
Arthur put his hand on the table and held Russell's hand tightly: "Get ready, you count one, two, three, we will start immediately!"
"ok!"
"one……"
"two……"
"three!"
Russell smiled and closed his eyes, and when he counted to three, he suddenly pressed down his arms. He heard a loud noise, and the table was violently crushed into pieces. Arthur fell to the ground with the chair, and his whole head was embedded in it.
Inside the wooden floor.
"..."
There was a dead silence in the bar. Several drunkards suddenly stopped being drunk. They held their heads in their hands and looked at the scene in front of them in disbelief. They couldn't figure out what happened.
At this time, a drunkard's eyes lit up, he pointed at Russell and shouted: "I remember, I know who he is!"
When Russell heard this, he showed a smile that was indifferent to fame and fortune, and his back on the chair inadvertently straightened up.
Yes, I am the superhero Deathstroke + Angel, please tell me now!
"He is Superman, a superhero from Metropolis. I can't mistake him for his black hair and black eyes."
"It's amazing, it turns out he is Superman!"
"No, but he doesn't look that tall."
"Idiot, the shots on TV are all shot from the bottom up, so everyone has long legs. The real Superman is only this tall."
"Wonder Woman too?"
"Wonder Woman is not. I have TV news footage and have studied it tens of thousands of times. She is really tall."
"Then I will be a fan of Wonder Woman from now on. A superhero with short legs looks boring."
"Wait a minute, guys, someone has won Arthur, and all our drinks are free tonight!!"
“Awesome, long live free!”
“I’m obsessed with short-legged superheroes again!! Long live short-legged superheroes!”
"..."
Russell: "..."
At this point, he no longer expects any miracles to happen in Amnesty Bay. It would be better to die in this hellish place.
Arthur shook his head and got up from the ground. He was still a little shocked when he looked at Russell. When he held Russell's palm, he noticed that there was a huge power in the opponent's body. He didn't expect that the explosive power was so terrifying. He hadn't reacted yet.
He was knocked down.
"You came here to find me?"
Arthur moved a table and chairs and sat across from Russell. Although he had a rough face and poor academic performance, barely finishing high school, Arthur said that he was really a smart man and was only put off by his appearance.
It's not very obvious.
At least, he is very accurate when it comes to seeing people, just like a beast, with keen intuition.
"Yes, my name is Russell. I am not a local. I came to Amnesty Bay specifically to see you."
Seeing Arthur's eyes suddenly becoming wary, Russell decided to say something: "Don't get me wrong, I'm not here to cause trouble. In fact, I just met your dad, and he told me that you were in the bar, so I could find you.
"
It was very effective. Arthur's vigilance dropped a lot after hearing this. Since it was his father who said it, there should be no problem.
At this moment, the bar owner suddenly shouted: "Arthur, your father Tom is calling. If you encounter a strange stranger, run away!"