the lord of all monsters

Chapter 120 George Feels Fucked!

George felt so bullshit, so bullshit, the past 30 years of his life put together would not be as bullshit as this month, no, this day.

First came out a terrorist named "Joker".

Well, terrorists are terrorists. George has been in New York for 30 years, and he has seen the world. It is not unheard of guys with anti-social personality like this.

Later, I heard that the clown is still a criminal genius, a god tm criminal genius?
You can really put gold on your face.

he...tui...

Although George is just a taxi driver, in New York, where elites are everywhere, he is a hard worker who sells his labor and time haha, but he is different from those guys who say "it's society's fault for my bad life", he is very love life.

He has a caring wife, a lovely daughter, and a happy family.

Although I have no money, I am happy and happy every day.

So poor?

What happened to the people at the bottom?
If you have no money, go earn it!

If you think this country is not good, go abroad!
Is it worth robbing a bank with your life?
Anyway, George can't understand the brain circuits of those criminals. Is tm's life or money more important?
I can't understand those who worship clowns as heroes.

Everyone is sick!

A clown can rob a bank, risk his life to fight, and succeed, that's because he's amazing. If he gets caught and dies, he'll have to beat him to death. What are you brats doing here?

However, if you can't get used to it, you can't get used to it, and it's impossible for George to stop them.

After all, there is still work and busyness every day.

At most, I would go home at night and fight for ten pages with this group of mentally retarded people on the forum.

In reality, I am happy and happy, but on the Internet I can still strike hard.

I can even lie in my wife's arms, hug my daughter and fight with you, can you do it?

Having a wife and a daughter does not affect my hand speed at all, and even makes me more energetic.

There are no loopholes in the mind, and the happiness of life makes George naturally invincible when he hates people in the forum. One of the words he often says is:

"Heh! Clown admirers, these little virgins really make me laugh!"

Typical "not much harm, great insult."

But if nothing happened later, that would be the end of it.

The appearance of the clown only made this magical world a little more magical, and it had little effect on George.

You said the crime rate increased?
Just kidding, who can drive a taxi in New York these days without two guns.

If you really encounter someone who is blind, George, who has served in the Marine Corps, said:
"If I can call, he will take the initiative to call the police."

"Breaking his limbs can still be sentenced to self-defense."

"Who hasn't studied criminal law?"

But today, what George saw was really crazy and shocked his three views.

So much so that when he passed the church, who never believed in God, he prayed silently:
"God! Did you fall asleep today?

What dream did you have?
So exciting! "

At the beginning, George didn't feel anything, just felt that today's business was inexplicably good, and there were always people taking taxis to the direction of the New York Police Department building.

Ok!

As a driver, who would think that his business is good?
Later, George felt something was wrong, there were too many people!

The dense crowd blocked the road, making it impossible for any vehicle to pass.

This is... a parade?
As a native American, George said: "I am familiar with this!", a traditional art.

After delivering the last batch of guests, George parked the car in a safe place some distance away from the "parade" crowd, and happily found a rooftop to watch the meeting.

I made a lot of money this morning, so I'll have some fun and relax.

Then, George saw the "parade" crowd begin to besiege the police building...

wtf? ? ?

Crazy!
This was George's first thought.

Then he instinctively wanted to call the police, but after a while, he put down the 911 that was halfway through the broadcast,

"I guess they already know by now..."

"Wake up! George, you are no longer in the Marine Corps."

"You are no longer Mechanized Infantry George, now you are taxi driver George."

Then George got in the car and left, and went on to run a new order.

However, just after George managed to convince himself, not long after he left, he drove the car back...

Looking at the two joyful reporters in his car, George felt that these two seemed crazier than those who besieged the police station.

But he knows all about the virtues of American journalists.

Those are a group of lunatics who are desperate for news, and the younger they are, the crazier they are.

Good words are hard to persuade, damn ghost, I have other jobs.

"God bless you!"

"If he refuses."

"Then I can't help it..."

However, in less than 10 minutes, George returned to this ghost place.

Looking at the joyful look of the journalists from another media, George fell into deep thought.

Is not, where is the problem?
After going back and forth three or four times like this, George confirmed that there was something wrong with this tm!

The sensitivity to crises left over from his training in the Marine Corps made him give up his subsequent jobs, turn around and leave this ghost place.

However, he only drove two or three kilometers before he heard a loud noise in the sky.

God, cracked!
A huge shock wave swept in, that is to say, George was a professional and was relatively far from the center of the explosion. The taxi just drove as steadily as an armored car, so it didn't collide with other cars, but others were not so lucky.

Behind George, countless vehicles were overturned and hit by other out-of-control vehicles.

Dozens, hundreds, thousands of cars collided together, the scene was extremely spectacular.

George didn't go to see it, let alone rescue him. He knew that something serious had happened. Although he didn't know what it was, whether it was a nuclear bomb or something else, it didn't matter.

He just wants to go home now.

Find your wife and daughter and evacuate as soon as possible.

Air-raid shelters, sparsely populated suburbs, or anything else, hurry up.

After retiring, his wife and daughter are all he has.

Happiness is hard-won, but you have to work hard to protect it.

On the way home, George prayed frantically, drawing the cross on his chest with his left hand, praying for the safety of his wife and daughter.

The moment he returned home and saw his wife and daughter were safe, George felt unspeakable happiness welling up in his heart.

God, you did not abandon your people!
Then, the George family, who had packed their things, got stuck on the road...

Looking at the almost completely still traffic with no end in sight, and the constant information about "the devil is coming" from the radio, George, who has never experienced the Spring Festival travel season, almost fell into despair.

God, you're fucking blind!

Just when George was completely desperate and wanted to get out of the car and take his family to flee on foot.

He suddenly saw someone standing in the middle of the road, drawing a circle with his hands, which seemed to lead to another place, and the stationary traffic flow started to move fast again.

God, you...you...

I tm...

... Gan! ! !

(End of this chapter)