Tommy, who had transformed from a college student into an unshaven uncle, looked back and saw that it was his college friend Sandri, an Indian.
This guy's skin was very fair and he looked like he was from a high caste. So when Sandri introduced himself to a group of French students in class with his Indian accent, most people in the class thought that his family must be super.
Rich, and certainly disdainful of such despicable behaviors as roadside peeing and rape.
However, the truth is exactly the opposite. Sandri did have a high-caste white-skinned Indian mother, but his father was indeed a beggar in the slums. In Sandri’s impression, his mother was a poor person who was almost killed by his grandfather, and until Sandri
Derry was raised as an adult, and her mother did not change her mind about helping the poor because of her own rape. So although Sandri had a dark beginning, he did not have a dark childhood. He was really super optimistic.
But Tommy is just the opposite. He was born Caucasian and has a good family background. However, his parents don't care much about his inner thoughts. Therefore, Tommy has been the kind of person who seems to live a comfortable life since he was a child, but in fact has no personal opinions.
None of them are the gloomy people who are used to apologizing and waiting passively.
Even though he loves extreme sports, Tommy hasn't changed much. Maybe even he himself can't figure out why he still suffers from insomnia even though he likes extreme sports that are close to suicide.
There is no logic.
"I heard that the war in Africa has spread to Egypt. Maybe we will be drafted into the army in a few days." What Tommy is most worried about now is being forced to go to the front line.
Sandri smiled and said: "What are you thinking? What does the war in Africa have to do with us? Even if it hits Egypt, the first people to worry about should be the fat Arabs, or the Turkish and Italian people.
, what does it have to do with us French people.”
Perhaps because his mother was eventually persecuted to death by his terrifying grandfather as a shame to the family, Sandri no longer considered himself an Indian after escaping to France. He hated that past and wished he could separate himself from India.
Everything about it is cleaned up.
Tommy sneered: "If you expect the Italians to protect you, you might as well expect the sun to rise early. Besides, the Saudi chiefs have long since gathered together and moved to China. They are the safest now."
"Is this happening?" This was indeed the first time Sandri heard that the Saudi sheikhs had gone to China.
In fact, Tommy was not talking nonsense.
As early as the early days of the disaster, the Saudi sheikhs spent huge sums of money to build a number of ultra-high-standard shelters in China. Of course, part of them had to be donated as construction aid, but they only needed a few of them.
All is enough.
"You should pay more attention to things outside. You have no sense of worry." Tommy was exhausted after working for a day. He just wanted to go back and rest as soon as possible, so he bypassed Sandri and went to where he lived.
Sandry also just got off work, but his job was much easier than Tommy's, so he was full of energy.
He walked backwards to catch up with Tommy and said, "Why don't we go have a drink? I see that you haven't had any entertainment content for a long time recently."
Tommy glanced at him and said: "Thanks, buddy, I think you should save the little money you have, or simply use it to buy some doomsday cans, so that when Africans cross the Mediterranean and come to Paris eating pasta
, you can still hope to live a few more years hiding in a corner."
Sandri laughed loudly after hearing this: "Brother, I am different from you. I am the kind of character who lives in the present. If those people fighting for survival in Africa really reach Paris, then I will follow God's arrangement.
No resistance, but you want me to buy doomsday cans to survive? I can't stand this kind of thing, so I ask you one last time, let's go have a drink together. I also called two girls, both of whom you are familiar with. How about it?
?”
Tommy stopped. He was not tempted, but he really didn't want to lose this last friend.
"I'm really impressed by you."
"Brother, just follow me and be happy." Seeing Tommy relent, Sandri immediately smiled.
The two rushed directly to the confluence area and then went straight down a hundred floors to the bottom area of this medium-sized shelter. Different from the structure of Shelter No. 1 in Xiongan New District, Beijing, the shelter where Tommy was located looked more like a pyramid.
So the further down you go, the more lively it becomes.
We arrived at a bar that had been renovated into an eight-seat room. The black man at the door smiled when he saw Sandri and said, "Sandri, you are late today."
Sandri was surprised: "What? The girls are already here?"
The black man didn't say anything. He opened the door and motioned for the two of them to go in.
After entering the small room, the two of them saw a passage leading deep into the underground. The glass windows on both sides of the passage were full of sexy girls wearing masks and rubber coats. The psychedelic dance music gave people an uncomfortable feeling.
A real dreamlike feeling. The deeper he went, the more Tommy felt like he was entering a misty black forest.
Sandri is a frequent visitor here, and he is also a part-time pimp/pimp here. He is mainly responsible for persuading those who plan to save money for refuge to spend their money here obediently and enjoy themselves in time.
After entering the dance floor on the ground floor, there were still blood stains on the walls with obvious signs of manual excavation that had not been wiped clean.
There were a lot of broken glass bottles on the ground, and it looked like there had just been a fight here. Sandry was already used to this, and Tommy was a little resistant, but he still came here in order to see the girl.
When passing the center of the dance floor, looking at the sexy beauty who was twisting her body to please the guests on the high platform, Sandri whistled and said: "I said Michelle, are you really an angel? I think you are depraved.
A bit like a succubus from hell."
The nine-headed sexy beauty dancing on the stage is not the resident dancer in the bar. In fact, she has another identity that is incompatible with this place...that is, the armed prosthetic robot policeman of this shelter.
Yes, she is not even a complete human being.
Except for the brain, a few internal organs and her eyes, the rest are bionic or mechanical prosthetic structures.
The main reason why she became what she is today is because a suicide attack occurred during a riot in Paris, France, in the early days of the establishment of the shelter. She withstood almost all the impact with her shield alone, and then... just
All that's left... is the head... a few internal organs and some limbs...
Michelle's performance continued, and she came here purely to enjoy the feeling of being noticed.
After hearing Sandri's words, the sexy beauty raised her middle finger at Sandri, making Sandri laugh.
Tommy is a little afraid of this armed prosthetic policeman, because his brother was once punched to death in the street by this monster who could turn into a killing machine at any time for participating in a riot.
Tommy didn't hate people like Michelle, he just didn't want to see them.
Sandri took Tommy to the innermost box.
There was a man and woman making out at the entrance of the box. When Sandri saw it, he kicked them away rudely and said coldly: "Didn't anyone tell you that this is private territory?"
The young couple was startled and quickly got up and ran away.
When Tommy saw it, he frowned and said, "Why are you so mean to them? When you were in college, you took your ex-girlfriend to have an all-night party in a private villa, and when you were caught, they didn't send you to the police, right?"
Sandri sneered and said: "They didn't send me to the police, but they raped my woman in front of me. Isn't this more shameful than being arrested?"
Tommy was stunned, because this was the first time he knew such an inside story from Sandri.
But the next second Tommy saw Sandri smiling and turned around and said: "I lied to you! Come in quickly, the girls can't wait."
There were indeed two beauties sitting in the box, but what surprised Tommy was that there was a man beside them. The man was wearing a robe made of linen and a strange hat shaped like an African lion. He looked similar to
Everything here was out of place. Tommy turned to Sandri and asked: "Who is he?"
Sandri glanced at the man and said casually: "Oh, his name is Damon, he is a friend I just met not long ago. He is dressed a little weirdly, but he is actually quite easy to get along with."
Tommy glanced at the guy named Damon.
The other party was also looking at him, an uncomfortable smile appeared on the pale face under the hat, and at the same time, the pair of dark eyes shone with a strange light.
Tommy was not happy to sit with such a person, so he squeezed in between the two beauties.
The two beauties who were very familiar with Tommy naturally threw themselves into his arms, especially one of the blonde girls who immediately transformed into a kitten. She lay on Tommy's chest, pressed her face against his neck and said softly:
"Oh Tommy Tommy, why haven't you come to see me for more than a month? You promised to chat and go shopping with me?"
Tommy was immediately embarrassed. He sat up and went to get the drink, but was stopped by the blonde.
Tommy's unrelenting coquettishness made Tommy feel unbearable. Fortunately, Sandri soon came back with another girl, apparently arranged for the guy named Damon.
At first, the woman, like Tommy, was wary of approaching Damon when she saw him, but she didn't know what Sandri said, so the woman immediately approached him diligently.
After closing the door, the three men and three women began a long night of fun.
The drunken life almost made Tommy forget that the earth was shrouded in darkness at this moment, and no one cared about how much beer was stored in this shelter.