My Realistic Adult Game
Chapter 72 - 41: Rookie Convenience Store Robber (Part 2)

Chapter 72: Chapter 41: Rookie Convenience Store Robber (Part 2)

"What’s the matter?"

I picked up a cigarette from the table and lit it.

"There’s someone drunk on the first floor of the club."

"There are drunks in the club every day." I didn’t care because this was a place that sold alcohol.

"But he groped a woman’s butt. It upset the woman’s male companion."

I held my forehead, feeling a headache. A drunk is like an out-of-control car, not only dangerous to himself but also likely to cause a chain of accidents.

The club has the most drunks, and they are also the hardest to handle.

If you try to deal with him, you’ll harm the interest of the clientele, creating a bad impression. If you don’t handle it, it will lead to bigger problems. This isn’t a movie where you can just beat up a troublemaker.

The usual way to handle such a problem is to ask him to leave.

"Alright, throw that guy out. Compensate the lady with some drinks or a fruit platter." If we don’t solve the problem, there’ll be a fight soon.

"Okay, boss." Kelly pressed the intercom, "Duke, Duke. Do you copy?"

"COPY!"

"The boss says to throw that guy out."

"COPY THAT."

Kelly closed the intercom and didn’t leave.

"Go to work."

I picked up a cigarette and stood up, "Natasha, send them some wine."

"Okay."

"What about you?" Both girls looked at me.

"I’m going for a walk!"

Leaving the club, I walked on the dark street; the streetlights illuminated the road. Miami at night was beautiful, the beachfront like a palace.

Staying in one place for the first time made me a bit uncomfortable, so I followed the road to the corner convenience store.

The lady boss looked up at me and then continued watching her phone.

She was watching TikTok videos, occasionally letting out a happy chuckle.

"Kenny, what brings you here tonight?" The boss lady took out a piece of gum and handed it to me. She had short curly hair, was a bit chubby, wearing a black short-sleeved shirt, sitting behind the cashier’s counter.

"I’m working at PINK now." I stuffed the gum into my mouth and chewed it slowly.

"So, I have an extra customer at night? Your favorite cigarettes and drinks are on the third row on the right."

I made an OK gesture.

In the impressions of many people in the United States, convenience store operators are generally Asian, Chinese, Korean, Japanese. These people have filled every corner of the United States with convenience stores and supermarkets.

The boss lady of this store is a Korean.

I always forget her name, so I call her Kim. Unlike the boss lady in the Venom movie, Kim is a bit chubby, always liking to sit behind the cashier’s counter and watch videos on her phone, funny ones, dancing ones, even news.

She watches everything, like a video-watching machine that never gets tired.

I was selecting goods from the shelves. Besides the usual goods, there were some specialties here.

For example, that cabbage covered in chili peppers.

The cabbage seemed rotten, yet Koreans like to eat this. Do they also like to eat cow heads, cow intestines?

I picked up a bottle of chili sauce. Korean chili sauce tastes different from Mexican chili sauce. It’s sour, like the flavor of pickled cucumbers.

Should I try this?

I put the chili sauce in the basket. There were also instant noodles here, which Koreans, Japanese, and Chinese all liked. I had tried it once; the taste was rich and convenient, but the biggest problem was that there was no meat.

Putting five packs of instant noodles into the basket, the supermarket door opened.

A young man wearing a hoodie with his body hunched inside a gray hooded sweatshirt walked in.

He walked to the front of the cashier’s counter with his head down, stood there without moving, looked at the surroundings, and then looked at me.

"What do you want?" Kim looked up for two seconds, then continued watching her phone.

"I want cash!"

"Pick it yourself."

Hahaha, I laughed. Was the guy trying to rob?

Kim was humorous, pick it yourself.

How to pick it?

The young man was somewhat stuck. Could there be cash as merchandise here?

"I told you to take out the cash." The young man took a gun out of his pocket, a Smith & Wesson series revolver.

Black barrel, red grip. The young man seemed to be an outsider; his hand holding the gun was trembling, probably his first time robbing.

Alright, the first time is always nerve-wracking, whether it’s a robbery or sex, men always tread carefully, afraid the woman might be dissatisfied, afraid of not doing it right, afraid the robbery target won’t be cooperative.

In short, they are nervous.

Amateur! He’s an amateur!

I continued selecting goods.

The young man wore a gray hoodie, black sports shorts, and black sneakers.

He nervously looked at me because, at this point, the boss lady should be screaming. If there were other guests, they would also scream, and these people might call the police.

What to do?

The young man looked at me and then at Kim, who was watching videos. He trembled as if he wanted to leave.

"Give me the money." The young man’s hands trembled, the barrel wobbling.

Kim was still watching videos, and at the moment, it was an American TV series clip.

"Damn it!" The young man cursed, "Money, money! I’ll shoot."

Kim looked up for three seconds, "Find it yourself!"

WHAT?

The young man thought he misheard. Find it yourself? "What the hell are you saying?"

"This is a convenience store, a supermarket, aren’t you supposed to pick it yourself?" Kim said confidently.

"Haha, Kim, you’re a boss who strictly follows the model." I gave Kim a thumbs-up.

Kim gave me a thumbs-up as well, "You bastards have already taken too much of my time; don’t think I’ll help you."

WHAT? Has God gone crazy?

The young man listened to our conversation, wanting to say, I’m robbing!

Crazy convenience store boss, crazy customer.