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For example, the large piece of steak he took out now can be made quite delicious just by dry-frying it.

Combined with his vision, sense of smell and the control ability brought by his super brain, every time he makes a dish is an optimization process, constantly looking for the best possible solution.

If those scientists knew that he used his superhuman-level brain to study cooking, I'm afraid many of them would be so jealous that they would want to commit suicide.

But Henry didn't care about that. Everything he had was only there to serve his own enjoyment.

Anyone who listens to the PUA mantra of "Only those who endure the most hardships can rise to the top" is a fool. In the real world, it's more like "Only those who endure the most hardships can get a Mercedes-Benz."

When the steaks were all fried, a pot of macaroni was also cooked next to it.

In Alaska, the staple source of starch is either macaroni or potatoes. While other options exist, they're either expensive or taste terrible. So, Henry has adapted to the local food culture.

After the food was served on the table, Old John did not go to sleep, but opened a bottle of red wine and waited.

Made in California, delicious and affordable.

After pouring a glass of red wine for himself and Henry, the old man looked at his own wall of glory, recalling his past, while muttering to himself.

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Chapter 23 A Visit from the Sheriff

Although it is common for old people to talk about the past, it is not common for old John to recall his wartime experiences. This is something he would only talk about occasionally when he was in a good mood.

When he said these things, he didn't expect any response.

This may be related to the fact that he has been alone for most of his life and is used to entertaining himself.

He would talk about the heroes he met during the war, how many fascists they killed and who they saved. He would also talk about how he met his wife during that most difficult time and how they got married after the war.

He would talk about the good things about that woman and every detail of his life with her.

At times like these, Henry just had to be a patient listener.

There's no need to respond to the audience with "and then what?" Just shut your mouth and listen.

Of course, Henry was busy eating that night. He would cook again after eating, and then eat again after cooking.

Old John, under the influence of alcohol, kept talking, as if he was dreaming, and all the things that had happened in the past appeared before his eyes.

By the time the old man finally lay down and fell asleep, it was already past seven in the morning. However, it was still dark in Alaska during the winter, so the house still needed to be illuminated by lights.

After sending the man to the bed, Henry cleaned up the kitchen and began to clean the inside of the bar.

Although Old John would clean the place after closing every day, dust was always accumulating.

Dust off these minor annoyances and then repair the parts that are not yet broken. According to Old John's habit, he has to wait until the things are broken to the point of being unusable before dealing with them.

But Henry wasn't used to this. Limited repairs were actually a form of maintenance that could extend the life of something.

To some extent, the reason why Old John had to wait until he had to repair the problem before taking action was because his physical fitness was not as good as that of young people and he could not do everything well.

Once you are ready for opening, you can turn the sign at the bar entrance into 'OPEN' to officially welcome guests.

But in fact, such actions are just fake. Anyone who dares to go to the bar to drink in broad daylight will be met with passionate ridicule from Old John. For example:

"Only hooligans and good-for-nothings would come here to drink during the day. Even scoundrels know his mother is out making money or partying during the day. You're such a loser that you come here to drink during the day. You're ashamed of your father."

"The men I sell alcohol to during the day either have run away with their wives or are sleeping with someone else. As long as you're so sympathetic, I'll allow you to get drunk here. Otherwise, get your fat ass off and go find a real job."

"What kind of idiot would think of getting drunk in the daytime? Oh, it's you. You're only capable of doing the kind of work a dog could do, so don't blame anyone for getting your job taken away. I hope you have enough money to keep drinking until you're in your grave. I don't give people credit."

In short, old John has trained everyone in the town not to come to the bar during the day unless necessary.

So after tidying up the environment, Henry turned on the classic movie channel on TV with peace of mind, sat by the window where the sun could shine, and watched the movie while basking in the sun.

Comfortable~

After a while, the door to the bar opened, and the winter chill poured into the room, making people shiver at the sudden drop in temperature.

Henry was wondering who was so bold as to enter the bar in broad daylight, only to see a middle-aged dad-like figure who was as burly as a bear but had a big belly.

Henry recognized him as the town's sheriff from the police uniform he was wearing.

Well, there were some things Old John could say that Henry would have to be prepared to get shot if he dared to say. Not to mention the sheriff.

Henry greeted her with a "Good morning, Sheriff." He came to the bar and asked, "What would you like?"

"Just water, Henry." The sheriff walked around and came to the bar.

"Right up, Sheriff." The water the bar served was lemonade, usually used to rinse the mouth, free of charge. Henry poured a glass of it in a glass and brought it to the lawman.

"Henry, I heard you were out at sea. When did you come back?"

"I don't know how long I slept, but I returned to Hong Kong on the 16th, that same day."

"Today is the 18th, you've slept for more than a day."

"Fortunately, it was just over a day. Not much time was wasted." Henry joked to himself.

"Where's Old John? He should be up by now. Why can't I see him?"

"When I woke up in the early morning, he was woken up by me. He chatted with me for a while and is now catching up on his sleep. Do you want me to wake him up?"

"No thanks." The sheriff stood up and walked towards the room behind the bar. "Do you mind if I take a look?"

Henry waved his hand in a 'please' gesture. Even if he hadn't done so, the sheriff would have cautiously opened the door and looked inside.

As luck would have it, Old John just turned over and let out a loud fart towards the door.

The sheriff quickly closed the door and cursed: "Fuck, this old man."

Henry shrugged helplessly. He couldn't just rush in and stop the old man from farting.

The sheriff returned to the bar, pointed at the Cadillac outside the window, and asked, "Is that yours?"

"I bought it from Old Tom. He let me drive first. The paperwork is still going through."

"Tom? Which Tom?"

"Tom from Old Tom's Human Resources and Consulting, a small town down south."

"Ah, it's him. I was wondering why this car looked so familiar." The sheriff, who was either genuinely clueless or just pretending to be dumb, pretended to be dumb and said, "I remember you were on... um, whose boat?"

"Old George's boat, the Anne 21. The Pole introduced me there."

"Oh, yes, Old George's boat. Crabbing isn't easy, is it? I went to the Bering Sea in winter when I was young, and it left a deep impression on me."

Talking about this experience, Henry complained: "Yeah, there's not a moment where I'm not moving. Before I went out to sea, I was thinking about how to arrange some rest time to ensure that I can have enough energy to work.

"I later realized it was impossible to sleep properly on the boat. Everyone was just focused on getting it done quickly and getting back to port. To say it was dangerous or hard work was an understatement."

"Yes, yes, that's how I feel." The sheriff smiled and asked, "I heard someone say you wanted to go to Hollywood? You know, when I was young, I also dreamed of seeing the red sofas in Hollywood and having all the female stars at my disposal."

Henry's eyes lit up and he said, "Oh, was it successful?"

"That lousy place had me fighting for odd jobs. Forget the red sofa; I couldn't even sleep on it. So I came back."

"Well, I decided to take advantage of this crabbing season and go out a few more times. It seems like a wise choice. I'm not expecting to make it big in Hollywood, so I'm just going to go sightseeing."

"Well, you'll have to work hard then." The sheriff drank his water and stood up to leave. He said, "It's patrol time. If anything happens in town, you know my phone number."

"Okay, Sheriff." Henry stood up to see the guest off.

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Chapter 24 Seven Days Later

The seven days agreed upon with Old George had come, and Henry was about to drive off alone. This time he didn't need anyone to lead him or introduce him.

Old John was still fumbling around the bar, as if his work never ended. He looked at the departing men and asked, "Is Old George sure he's going out to sea? Why not give him a call first, or he'll make a wasted trip?"

"That's fine. I need to get my papers from Tom anyway. Even if I don't go out to sea, I'll at least get an idea of ​​the situation."

Henry didn't really have much to pack. After boarding a crabbing boat, few people wanted to shower or change into clean clothes. After all, once you were on deck, within three minutes you'd already been soaking in the sea.

The main purpose of wearing a raincoat or coat is to protect against the wind and prevent your body heat from being taken away too quickly. Wanting to stay dry is pure wishful thinking.

So, no change of clothes was needed on board, and all necessary tools were available on board. So, Henry's so-called preparations were really just about getting on board; he didn't need to bring anything else.

But Henry still took out the bank's money bag from the old backpack Tom had given him, took out a few small bills from it, and put the whole bag on the bar.

"John, this is my last payment. Please find a place to keep it for me. If you need it, please take it yourself."

The old man said with a look of disgust: "Fuck, why don't you put the money in the bank instead of running around with it?"

"When you found me, I was naked. Do you think I have a bank account or the documents to open one? I'm only going to get those today."

"Fuck, won't that be deposited into that damn account today?"

"I've already withdrawn cash, but a fee was charged. I'm so stupid as to hand the money over to those vampires. Do I look that stupid if I try to withdraw it again?"

"Anyway, I don't think you're that smart. You're a fool who can't even tell the difference between Scotch and Bourbon."

"It's my first time eating shit, how am I supposed to know that's what shit tastes like? You're making things difficult for me, old man."

"Anyway, I don't want to touch your money. It smells like fish."

"Even if it smells good, it's because king crab tastes good. If I don't ask you, do I have to bring it on the boat? That would be even more troublesome. Or leave it in the car? That would be like giving it away to thieves. You know how chaotic that town in the south is."

As a dock town with boats going out during the crabbing season, although it is not as big as those large fishing docks, it always attracts some people who want to make money to come to the town during this period.

These people's methods of making money are not limited to boarding crab boats. Some work as crew members, some run scams, and of course, many engage in petty theft and occasionally become bandits.

So Henry never thought of leaving the money in the car, as that would only make things difficult for himself.

Knowing that Henry was telling the truth, Old John said impatiently, "Fuck, you troublesome guy. Put it next to the cash register. I'll put it in the safe later."

"Thanks." Henry picked up the empty old backpack and went out.

In Alaska in late October, the outdoor temperature is enough to freeze people so cold that their testicles shrink, even if they are wearing coats and cotton pants.

Although Henry had a superhuman physique and was not afraid of cold or heat, he could still tell the difference between hot and cold. He could still move around shirtless in this kind of weather, but there was no need to act so abnormally in front of outsiders.

So he just went with the flow and wore what most people would wear when going out in this kind of weather.

When it was his turn to drive, he paid no attention to speed limits or safe driving. He simply focused his heightened attention on the road ahead, pressing the accelerator almost to the floor even though he knew there were no cars ahead for a long distance.

The 65 Cadillac DeVille I bought from Tom was 25 years old, but the owner had done a lot of maintenance on it and it hadn't been in any major accidents, so it was in pretty good condition.

On this two-lane highway, we can easily reach speeds of over 100 kilometers per hour. Although the road surface is icy, the tires still have sufficient grip.

At least with Henry's super senses helping him, the Cadillac glided smoothly down the highway. It took even less time than last time, just over two hours, to reach the small southern town during crabbing season.

Henry went to the dock first to meet up with Old George.

If you can go out to sea, call Tom and tell him to pick up the documents after returning to the port. If you can't go out to sea, go directly to old Tom.

In the rest area outside the dock management office, Henry found Old George and other crew members at a glance, including the mutant brother whom he had rescued last time.

But after a careful count, one of the old crew members who had boarded the ship with him last time was not there. Instead, the mutant brother found a mutant companion.

This massive guy was probably over two meters tall and weighed two hundred kilograms, a true giant. The reason why it was obvious that he was also a mutant was because his arms were disproportionately thick.

Have you ever seen someone with arms that are thicker than their legs? This guy looks like that.

Because of his unusual arm proportions, even though his clothes are sized accordingly, he always wears them sleeveless. Even in the freezing cold of Alaska, he still wears his arms bare.

Although Henry was the last to arrive, he was still about ten minutes away from the agreed time, so he was not considered late. However, seeing that everyone had arrived, George did not insist on waiting, but stood up and said:

"Let me tell you two things first. First, I contacted Anne 21 by radio. Their crabbing progress is a little slow, and they're not scheduled to enter the port until two days later.

"So, we'll gather here at the same time in two days. Once Anne 21 arrives and unloads its cargo, we'll take over the repairs and replenishment work. Is that a problem?"

Everyone answered in twos and threes: "No problem, boss." "Sure." ...

"The second thing is that an old guy went to captain another boat, so we found a little green guy. This big guy is very strong. I saw him lift the crab pot by himself. But he is a little slow, so everyone should take good care of him."

"Oh, welcome, welcome." "You're so strong. Please take care of the things on the ship."

On the crab boat, Little Green had no human rights, not even the right to be called by name. So no one asked Big Guy's name.

As for the fact that he is popular because of his strength and no one cares about his mutant identity, this is normal.

Because the most dangerous thing about working on a crab boat is the swinging crab pots. If someone gets hit, it's not surprising that they lose half their life.

Henry's previous experience, where someone was dragged and thrown into the sea, is a common type of accident. Having someone strong enough can indeed prevent many accidents.

In a true contest of strength, Henry was confident he wouldn't lose to the mutants. However, his appearance was still within the normal range, so there was no need to expose him unnecessarily. So, he simply welcomed the newcomer, Little Green, like everyone else.

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