One Punch Man King Engine Chapter 146: What a big punch…
"Damn, who the **** stole my fries? And it's the only long fries I'm going to enjoy."
Saitama is still haunted by the french fries that were stolen from Kengeki just now, but the french fries he finally made up his mind to eat, the only potato he liked the most Tiao was stolen inexplicably, hum, if you let him know who it is, you must kill him.
He walked home angrily, and the fiery gaze fell on him again, "Bastard, that **** stalker hasn't given up yet... um, wait, stalker... French fries were stolen... ...that **** stalker stole my fries?"
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that was the case.
"You bastard, if you dare to steal my fries, I'll beat you to death."
He turned his head abruptly, um, still no suspicious person was found, and then glanced around again, trying to find the Xiao Xiao who had been following him for several days, but unfortunately, he still couldn't find the stalker after searching for a long time.
Saitama's paranoia startled the two following behind.
Later, Saitama squatted next to the trash can downstairs in his house. Half an hour later, he still didn't move. Genos misunderstood that Saitama was practicing some kind of imagery, and carefully recorded it in his notebook. middle.
King stopped and groped his chin, "It seems that Saitama is determined to catch the stalker and french fries thief, so there is no way to wait, find a place to rest, See if there is a chance to meet Saitama alone in the future."
Oh, mainly Saitama stayed motionless for half an hour, he got a little bored and impatient waiting and just retreated.
He left the no-man’s-land, sat down in a cafe, ordered a cup of coffee and played with his phone to kill time, and by the way called Sitch to inquire about the evolution of the house, and mentioned how Tornado was free Z city is swaying, you must know that the tornado is almost at the headquarters of the A city association. Only when it encounters a monster that other heroes cannot solve, the tornado will be dispatched as the final weapon. However, there is no monster above the ghost level in the Z city at all. And the action of the tornado seems to be very lazy, it is more like hanging out than doing a task.
Learning from Cickey that Tornado is on holiday today, he suddenly realized that it is no wonder that Tornado is so busy with him.
He shook his head helplessly and refocused on Saitama, using location tracking to check Saitama's activity about every half hour.
Saitama is quite persevering, and squatted beside the trash can for more than three hours, making King very suspicious whether Saitama's parents told Saitama that he picked it up from the trash can, so he was very concerned about the trash can. There is a special intimacy.
King yawned and fell into a drowsy sleep, "Ha~ Genos wouldn't have followed him for more than three hours, this teacher and apprentice are really boring!"
Oh, fifty steps with a hundred steps, aren't you more boring?
"Well, look up Genos' location... Hey, Genos isn't with Saitama anymore? In the suburbs? Oh, Dr. Kunos' lab?"
When the red dot of Genos appeared on the radar map in his mind, he was surprised to find that Genos had left and stayed on the outskirts of Z City, which means that only Saitama was still holding the trash can. Wait for the stalker.
What a great opportunity! Take Saitama while he is alone.
He was refreshed, and the tired look on his face was swept away. He put on his backpack and left the cafe in a hurry. Because he was in a hurry, he even accidentally knocked over the coffee and dried it in his hands.
……
"Cut, there is no one at all, and... that fiery gaze has also disappeared."
Saitama, who had been squatting in the trash for more than three hours, stood up slowly, looking unhappy. Today, he was going out to meet a dozen weirdos. He was very happy to move his muscles and bones. How could he know that he was enjoying a french fries lunch. When he was stolen, his good mood suddenly changed.
"Never mind, go home and rest."
Since he couldn't wait for the stalker and chip thief, he just went home.
"Hey, is this... a gift at the door?"
Saitama found a gift box in front of his house. There was no name on it, and no note was left. I don't know who gave the gift.
"Who will give me a gift?" He picked up the gift suspiciously, "Well, is that the mechanic who said he wanted to be my teacher? Speaking of which, that person said he wanted to be my teacher, but I haven't seen the door for so many days, so I'm not sincere..."
Click, click, click!
He deftly opened the gift and took out a model of a bald head and a set of flowing curls.
“…”
I don't know why, but his heart is inexplicably very annoyed!
His face darkened, his sharp eyes almost burst into flames, his bald head...wig...you can feel the full heart of the gift giver...what a shit!
"What's wrong with my baldness? Why do I keep talking about my baldness? Who am I offending my baldness? Am I proud of being bald? Am I showing off? I'm bald, but I'm getting stronger too!"
Saitama shouted angrily, pulled his hands, his wig turned into chicken feathers, and the bald model was ravaged into a pile. He raised his feet high and stomped on the gift box...
"Hey, the carton...should be sent to the carton recycling bin."
He stopped the car abruptly, sighed slightly, folded the carton, and prepared to send it to the carton recycling box in Z city. As a hero of interest, he naturally abides by the garbage classification principle, and the carton should be thrown away Input tray recycling bin.
This habit already resembles obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Hey!
He hugged the carton, turned his grief and anger into motivation, and sprinted very fast, almost in the blink of an eye, he reached a carton recovery box on the street in the city center of Z, and stuffed the gift carton into the recovery box with a displeased face Inside.
"Don't let me know which guy did it, or I'll kill him."
"Ah! Ah! Ahhh!"
"Weird, it's weird, help!"
"My face, my face..."
Chi-chi! !
Just as Saitama is annoyed by the stalker, french fries thief, and satirical gift giver, there are screams in the street, and a group of people flee in panic.
"Huh? There's a weirdo?" Saitama's eyes lit up, his whole body lit up, his fists clenched, "Oh, the venting air bag appeared."
On the street, a strange man with long hair, a pink mask on his face, wearing a coquettish suit, and holding a pink forked mace waved his weapon, and a liquid similar to concentrated acid was sprayed On the passerby's face~IndoMTL.com~ The passerby's face was instantly corroded, becoming extremely old, screaming again and again, he looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction, and laughed evilly: "Haha, I want all your faces. Destroy it, only I can be as beautiful as a flower in the world, and you...all make me ugly."
Hoo!
Suddenly there was a piercing sound in the air.
The weirdo was startled, and a fist the size of a sandbag suddenly appeared out of the corner of his eye, "Eh? What a big fist..."
Bang!
Under one punch, the body was shattered and broken, and there was no living mouth.
Weird: "..." Well, let me introduce myself anyway!
"I vented my frustration a little."
Saitama shrugged off the meat on her hands at will, and walked home melancholy, "Life... It's probably nine times out of ten that things don't go well, my fries!"
Minutes after Saitama left.
The freak siren in downtown Z slowly sounded: "Urgent call, emergency call, there's a weirdo on the streets of downtown Z, rank tiger..."
"Found."
The tornado who has always been concerned about the competition with the king heard the alarm and looked overjoyed. The green light on his body was flashing. Worse than Zhao Si's father.
"Who did it? Smelly king?"
She widened her eyes and prayed in her heart that it would not be done by the stinky king, otherwise, she would lose to the stinky king again.
Walking on the street today, I was suddenly stopped and pointed and yelled at me: "You are so sloppy, don't you want to be shameless?" I can't afford it." Human organs are quite expensive, and I'm ashamed of being poor!