One Punch Man King Engine - Chapter 139

[Chapter 139]

Part 1! ! !

In the eyes of the otaku, the world of “One Punch Man” is both exciting and boring. It’s almost a weirdo except for a freak, and an escape except for escape.

King agreed with this, so he actively expanded his otaku activities. In addition to playing games, he originally created a game script – The Book of Sages!

Now, he has extended his otaku interest to writing. Of course, with his writing style, he cannot control the physical publishing of literature, so he deliberately chooses online literature, that is, novels.

He registered an author number on Qiqi Novel.com, a subsidiary of China Literature Group, named Beibi, and published a novel called “One Punch Man: The King’s Engine”, the content of which was based on the “One Punch Man” he had seen in his previous life. ” as a blueprint, combined with King’s memory of weird people, combined the roles and abilities of Saitama and King, creating a new protagonist – Roy (Roy), Roy also means king.

His book publishing process was smooth sailing, and he signed a contract with 30,000 words. Now, after more than three months of hard code word updates, he finally reached 300,000 words. His editor in charge, Ruo Yeju, informed him that it would be on the shelves tomorrow. In accordance with the usual practice, I wrote the “Remarks on the Shelf”.

“First of all, I would like to thank China Literature Group for giving me a stage to show, thank my editor-in-charge Ruo Yeju for his care and guidance, thank readers for their strong support for me, thank the country, thank my parents, and thank CCTVNBA…”

King wrote thousands of words of testimonials, and after reading it by himself, he nodded with satisfaction, logged in to Qidian Novel.com to upload “Testimonials on Shelves”, and then published two chapters of the novel regularly.

He fell asleep expectantly.

The morning came soon, and after the alarm sounded, King couldn’t wait to lift the quilt, went to the computer with his eyes closed, turned it on very skillfully, and within a dozen seconds of waiting for the computer to start, he finished going to the toilet, washing and eating breakfast. work.

Open Qidian Novel.com, log on to the author’s account, and go to the subscription column. His eyes widened and his eyebrows danced. The 24-hour inventory was 12457, and there were more than 10,000 units. Well, a new novel god was born.

“Drip!”

At this moment, a new message popped up in the background of the author, and he clicked it to read:

“Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously involved in pornography, and we are about to seal up and deal with your work “One Punch Man: The King’s Engine (Bah, what a bad title)” in response to national policies.”

King almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, even if you seal my book, and complaining about my delicate book title is unbearable or unbearable!

When the emperor is angry, he vents a thousand miles!

“what!”

In a fit of rage, King woke up abruptly, sat up straight from the bed, sweating profusely, lifted the quilt to take a look, um, it’s time to change his underwear.

“Huh, it turned out to be a nightmare!”

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly got out of bed to check the availability of his novels. The author opened the backstage, and his eyes widened, all determined… 13.

puff!

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he went to bed silently and continued to sleep. Well, it’s better to live in a dream.

It’s a pity that people have to face the reality after all. After dawdling in bed for a long time, he reluctantly got up.

No matter how hard the blow is, life must go on.

He goes to the toilet, washes up, eats breakfast, operates on multiple lines, and does it all in one go. After all, he is the strongest man, so he still has some strength.

He thoughtfully wrote a chapter and published it again. Since it was the first time on the shelves, he decided to update ten chapters, so he invested in the hard code again, and finished three chapters before noon.

“Well, go out for lunch to comfort yourself, and change the environment code by the way.”

After a morning passed, he was in a good mood. He went out with a laptop in a good mood, and ate at Geji fast food restaurant as always. He sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, and could code words with confidence.

He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to recite in a low voice while typing, typing a line and reciting a line, which is easy to be regarded as a neurotic.

“Boss, King has already come out. After waiting for half a month, King went out to eat for the first time. This damned cultivator is already so powerful, and he is not satisfied. Why doesn’t he go to the sky and stand side by side with the sun…”

After King came in to eat Geki, a man in a coat and a felt hat followed, sat down seven or eight places away from King, and spoke to the miniature walkie-talkie installed on the collar.

“Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a broadcaster.” There was a furious roar from the walkie-talkie. If he hadn’t been wearing headphones, I’m afraid the whole geeky would have heard the anger.

“Yes, boss.” The man nicknamed Tracker replied in a low voice, then shut up and silently observed King’s every move.

“This Mala Tang is going to kill me.” In a noodle restaurant next to Geji, a well-dressed successful person in a suit and leather shoes was eating Mala Tang hatefully. It was the boss in the mouth of the tracker.

Opposite him is a pretty and charming lady, nicknamed the camera, responsible for observing and recording the target situation and responsible to the boss.

She glanced at the sparse crowd around her, giggled, and said coquettishly like a couple, “If you don’t like Mala Tang, you can replace it with beef offal. You don’t need to be so angry, it will affect your work mood later.”

The boss eats spicy food with his head down and looks up from time to time to flirt with the camera, but every love story is a story.

After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ear, and after listening for a while, Fang said affectionately: “Husband, the family called just now, and the chicken I gave you to make up for is about to be slaughtered.”

The boss’s eyes brightened and he smiled badly, “Okay, I like you to eat chicken for me, but…” He said seriously, “I need to prepare the seasoning for chicken soup, I will call my family and tell them. “I immediately got up, took out my cell phone, and went out to make a call.

“Attention to the tracker, attention to the tracker, the handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock rods and explosion-proof round shields of the dead group are about to come in. Pay attention to King’s situation and report it immediately if you find it wrong.”

The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coke, took the opportunity to answer in a low voice on the walkie-talkie near the collar, “Tracker received.” Then he raised his head and swept his gaze towards King, intentionally or unintentionally.

In the following half an hour, four burly men with big toad mirrors, peaked caps, masks, or bubblegum came in, sat down around King tacitly, and vaguely finished to King. surrounded.

The tracker saw that the dead man group was already seated. King had no abnormality and was still enjoying his last lunch. He immediately reported in a low voice, “Boss, the dead man group is in place.”

Inside the noodle restaurant, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, “Husband, the chicken is already in the pot. When are we going home, I can tell them when to fire.”

The eldest nodded and asked inappropriately: “This chicken is relatively old and needs to be simmered on a low fire for a long time. Let the family not be in a hurry and be patient.”