One Punch Man King Engine - Chapter 151

[Chapter 151 What a big punch…]

“Damn it, which bastard stole my fries? And it’s the only long fries I’m going to enjoy.”

Saitama is still brooding about the french fries that were stolen from Kengeki just now, but he finally made up his mind to eat french fries. He stole it, hum, if you let him know who it is, you must kill him.

He walked towards the house angrily, and the fiery gaze fell on his body again, “You bastard, that damn stalker hasn’t given up yet… um, wait, stalker… French fries were stolen… It’s that one. The damn stalker stole my fries?”

The more he thought about it, the more he realized that was the case.

“Bastard, if you dare to steal my fries, I’ll beat you to death.”

He turned his head suddenly, um, still no suspicious person was found, and then glanced around, 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 who followed behind.

Later, Saitama squatted next to the trash can downstairs in his house. Half an hour later, he was still motionless, causing Genos to misunderstand that Saitama was doing some kind of image training, and carefully recorded it in the notebook.

King stopped and groped his chin, “It seems that Saitama is determined to catch that stalker and french fries thief, so it’s not the way to wait, find a place to rest and take a look later. Is there a chance to meet Saitama alone?”

Oh, mainly because Saitama didn’t move for half an hour, he got a little bored and impatient waiting, and simply retreated.

He left the no-man’s land, sat down at a cafe, ordered a cup of coffee and played with his mobile phone to kill time, and by the way called Siki to inquire about the evolution of the house, and mentioned how the tornado was free to wander in the Z city. , you must know that the tornado is almost at the headquarters of the association in city A. Only when it encounters a monster that other heroes can’t solve, the tornado will be dispatched as the final weapon. However, there is no monster above the ghost level in city Z, and the tornado is not at all. ‘s actions seem very lazy, and it’s more of a mission than a hangout.

When he learned from Xiki that Tornado was on holiday today, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Tornado was so busy with him.

He shook his head helplessly, paid attention to Saitama again, and used location tracking to check Saitama’s activity about every half hour.

Saitama was quite persevering, and squatted beside the trash can for more than three hours, making King very suspicious whether Saitama’s parents had told Saitama that he picked it up from the trash can when he was a child, so there was something special about the trash can. of intimacy.

King yawned and fell into a drowsiness, “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, check Genos’ location… Hey, Genos isn’t with Saitama anymore? In the suburbs? Oh, Dr. Kunos’ lab?”

When Genos’ red dot appeared on the radar map in his mind, he was surprised to find that Genos had left and stayed in the outskirts of Z City, which means that only Saitama was still holding a trash can and other stalkers. .

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 with a displeased expression on his face. 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 stolen while enjoying a french fries lunch. , so that his good mood suddenly changed.

“Never mind, go home and rest.”

Since he couldn’t wait for the stalker and french fries thief, he simply 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 mechanized person who said he wanted to be my teacher? Speaking of which, that person said that he wanted to be my teacher, but for so many days I didn’t see the door, so I’m not sincere…”

Click click!

He deftly opened the gift and took out a model of a bald head and a set of flowing curly hair.

“…”

I don’t know why, but his heart is inexplicably very annoyed!

His face turned black, his sharp eyes almost burst into flames, he was bald…wig…you could feel the full heart of the gift giver…what a shit!

“What’s wrong with my baldness? Why do you keep talking about my baldness? Who did I offend with my baldness? Besides, am I proud of my baldness? Am I showing off? I am bald, but I am stronger too!”

Saitama screamed angrily, pulled his hands, his wig turned into chicken feathers, and the bald mannequin was smashed 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 into the carton. recycle bin.

This habit already resembles obsessive-compulsive disorder.

call out!

Holding the carton, he turned his grief and anger into motivation, and sprinted very fast. He almost reached a carton recovery box on the street in the city center of Z in the blink of an eye, and stuffed the gift box into the recovery box with a displeased expression.

“Don’t let me know which guy did it, or I’ll kill him.”

“Ah ah ah ah ah!”

“A weirdo, a weirdo, 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? Is there a weirdo?” Saitama’s eyes lit up, his whole body lit up, his fists clenched, “Oh, the venting air bag has appeared.”

On the street, a strange man with long hair and 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 face of passersby 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 to destroy all your faces, there is only me in the world. You can be as beautiful as a flower, and you…all make me ugly.”

call!

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…”

boom!

With one punch, his body was shattered, shattered, and there was no living mouth.

Weird: “…” Well, let me introduce myself anyway!

“Slightly vented the depression in my heart.”

Saitama casually threw off the minced meat from his hands and walked home melancholy, “Life… It’s probably nine times out of ten that things don’t go your way, my french fries!”

A few minutes after Saitama left.

The monster siren in downtown Z slowly sounded: “Urgent notification, emergency notification, there is a weirdo in the streets of downtown Z, the level is tiger…”

“found it.”

After hearing the alarm, the tornado, who had always been concerned about the competition with the king, looked overjoyed, his body flashed green light, and his petite body had turned into a long rainbow. His father is still a tragic wreck.

“Who did it? Smelly king?”

Her eyes widened, and she prayed in her heart that it would not be done by the stinky king, otherwise, she would lose to the stinky king again.