Capítulo 147: Chapter 146: What a big punch...
"Damn it, which **** stole my fries? And it's the only long fries I'm going to use to enjoy it."
Saitama is still worried about the French fries that were stolen in Kenge, but he finally made up his mind to eat the French fries, but the only fries he liked most was inexplicably lost. I stole it, hum, if you let him know who it is, you must kill him.
He walked to the house angrily, his scorching gaze suddenly fell on him again, "Asshole, that **** stalker hasn't given up...well, wait, the stalker... the fries were stolen...it's that Damn stalker stole my fries?"
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that was the case.
"Asshole, dare to steal my fries, I want to kill you."
He turned his head abruptly, um, still no suspicious person was found, and then scanned around, trying to find the Xiao Xiao who followed him for several days, but unfortunately, he still didn't find the stalker for a long time.
Saitama's skepticism frightened the two people who followed him by surprise.
Later, Saitama crouched beside his trash can downstairs. Half an hour passed, but still motionless, causing Genos to misunderstand that Saitama was practicing some kind of imagery and carefully recorded it in his notebook.
King stopped and groped his chin, "It seems that Saitama is determined to catch the stalker and French fries thief. This is not a way to wait. Find a place to rest and take a look. Is there a chance to contact Saitama alone."
Oh, mainly Saitama remained motionless for half an hour. He waited a little bored and impatient, so he simply retreated.
He left no man's land, sat down in a cafe, ordered a cup of coffee and played with his mobile phone to kill time, by the way, he called Siqi to ask about the situation of the House of Evolution, and mentioned how the tornado would have time to hang around in Z City. , You must know that usually Tornado is almost in the headquarters of the A City Association. The Tornado will only be dispatched as the final weapon when it encounters a weird that other heroes can't solve. However, there is no monster above the ghost level in Z City at all, and the tornado The action seems very lazy, here it is to carry out the task, rather than to hang out.
Knowing from Xiqi that Tornado is on holiday today, he suddenly realized that it is no wonder Tornado is so careless about him when he has time.
He reluctantly shook his head and paid attention to Saitama again, using location tracking to check Saitama's movements about every half an hour.
Saitama is quite persevering. He squatted by the trash can for more than three hours, making King very doubtful whether his parents told Saitama when he was a child that he picked it up from the trash can, so he has a special kind of trash can. Kindness.
King yawned and fell asleep. "Ha~ Jenos didn't follow him for more than three hours. It's really boring to have two masters and apprentices!"
Oh, fifty steps and a hundred steps, aren't you more boring?
"Well, check the location of Janos... Hey, Janos is not with Saitama anymore? In the suburbs? Oh, is Dr. Kunos' laboratory?"
When the red dot of Janos appeared in the radar map of his mind, he was surprised to find that Janos had left and stayed in the outskirts of Z City. In other words, only Saitama was still holding a trash can and other stalkers. .
Great opportunity! Take down Saitama while he is alone.
He refreshed, the tired look on his face swept away, stepped on his backpack, hurriedly left the cafe, because he was too rushed, he even accidentally knocked the coffee on his hand.
...
"Che, there is no figure at all, and... that hot gaze also disappeared."
Saitama, who had been guarding the trash can for more than three hours, stood up slowly with an unhappy expression. He met a dozen weird people when he went out today. It was a very happy thing for him to move his muscles and bones, but he did not know that he encountered theft while enjoying the French fries lunch. , So that his good mood suddenly changed.
"No matter, go home and rest."
Since he couldn't wait to stalk the mad and fries thieves, he simply went home.
"Hey, is this... a gift at the door?"
Saitama went up and 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 would give me a gift?" He hugged the gift questioningly, "Well, is it the mechanical reformer who said he wanted to worship me as a teacher? Speaking of which, that person said he wanted to worship me as a teacher, but for so many days I didn't see you, so I didn't have any sincerity..."
Click! Click!
He quickly opened the gift and took out a bald head model and a set of flowing curly hair from it.
"..."
I don't know why, his heart is inexplicably annoyed!
His face turned dark, his sharp eyes almost burst into flames, his bald head... a wig... you can feel the full heart of the person giving the gift... what a shit!
"What's wrong with my bald head? Why do you always tell me about my bald head? I offend someone with my bald head? Besides, am I proud of my bald head? Do I show off? I am bald, but I am also stronger!"
Saitama yelled angrily, tugging with both hands, the wig turned into a chicken feather, and the bald model was devastated into a tuft. He raised his foot high and slammed on the gift box...
"Hey, the carton...should be sent to the carton recycling bin."
He stopped the car abruptly, sighed, folded the carton and prepared to send it to the carton recycling bin in City Z. As a hero of interest, he naturally abides by the principle of garbage sorting, and the carton should be thrown into the carton. recycle bin.
This habit is already similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder.
call out!
He held the paper box and turned his grief and anger into motivation. He sprinted extremely fast. He reached a paper box in the street of Z city center in the blink of an eye, and stuffed the gift paper box into the box with an unhappy face.
"Don't let me know which guy did a good thing, or I will kill him."
"Ah ah ah ah ah!"
"Weirdo, weird, help!"
"My face, my face..."
Chi Chi! !
Just as Saitama was annoyed by the stalker, fries thieves and satirical gift giver, several screams suddenly sounded in the street, and a group of people fled in panic.
"Huh? There is a weird person?" Saitama's eyes lit up, and his whole body was burning, and his fists were clenched. "Oh, the air bag for venting appeared."
On the street, a peculiar man with long hair and a pink mask on his face can not see his appearance. Wearing a coquettish suit and holding a pink split mace, he waved his weapon in his hand and sprayed a stream of acid-like liquid onto the face of a passerby. Go to ~www.mtlnovel.com~ the face of passersby was corroded in an instant, became extremely old and screamed again and again. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and laughed evilly: "Haha, I will destroy all of your faces. Fall, only I can be as beautiful as a flower in the world, and you...all turned me into ugly monsters."
call!
Suddenly, there was a piercing sound in the air.
The strange man was startled, and a fist as big as a sandbag appeared in the corner of his eyes, "Huh? What a big fist..."
boom!
With a punch, his body was shattered, torn apart, and there was no life.
Weird: "..." Well, let me introduce myself!
"A little bit of venting the depression in my heart."
Saitama shook off the froth on his hand casually, and walked home melancholy, "In life... the unsatisfactory things are probably nine out of ten, my fries!"
A few minutes after Saitama left.
The weird siren in Z city center sounded slowly: "Emergency notification, emergency notification, weird people appear in the streets of Z city center, the level is tiger..."
"found it."
The Tornado, who had always been concerned about the game with King, heard the alarm and looked overjoyed. His body flashed with green light. His petite body had turned into a long rainbow. He rushed to the central street in a flash, only to see the stranger who was dead than Zhao Si. The wreckage of his father.
"Who did it? Smelly king?"
Her eyes widened, and she prayed in her heart that she must not do it by the stinky king, otherwise, she would lose to the stinky king again.
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