Foreigner's Journey

Barrett, who was sitting in the driver's seat, saw Tifa turning around in front of the car, looking eager to try, and couldn't help joking: "Tifa, you don't have a driver's license, so you can't drive on the road."

"Who said I don't have a driver's license? I just passed the test last month. Come down quickly, Barrett, and let me try this car!" Tifa changed her usual gentle appearance, opened the door and half coaxed Barrett away. Lei pulled down, then sat in the driver's seat and touched the steering wheel excitedly, and smiled at Alice who was sitting in the co-pilot's seat.

Not to mention Claude and Alice, who were completely ignorant of the inside story, Heather and Jesse ran over and pulled Barrett into a corner. Heather asked in a low voice: "Barrett, what are you doing? How can you do that?" Let Tifa touch the steering wheel?"

"I, I, I..." Barrett's unshaven black face turned a little pale: "Tifa said she has a driver's license, when did it happen? Are the people from the Traffic Management Bureau crazy?"

Jessie's face also turned pale, and she confessed tremblingly: "Last month, I saw Tifa failed the driver's license test again, and I couldn't bear to see her so sad, so I just... I just..."

"What are you talking about?" Heather and Barrett asked in unison.

"I... I hacked into the Traffic Management Bureau while I was making fake ID cards for Avalanche members, and changed Tifa's assessment data to excellent... I'm sorry I was wrong." Jesse's voice became more and more serious. The lower he was, the lowered his head in shame.

Barrett gasped, and looked at Heather as if begging for help: "Please, Heather, I will never take a car driven by Tifa! Marlene is still waiting for me to go back!"

Heather's forehead was also dripping with cold sweat. He glanced at Tifa who was bragging to Alice about how good his driving skills were in the cab, and gritted his teeth: "I'll settle the score with you after everything is over, Jesse... ..."

Jesse clasped his hands above his head, indicating that he had confessed.

Heather walked to the central open space of the exhibition hall on the first floor. With the flash of thunder, the thunder wolf dragon Jin Oga reappeared. Its huge body filled half of the exhibition hall at once. The golden wolf pupil looked at Heather suspiciously— —I don’t have any enemies, why did you ask me to come out?

Others were also attracted by the appearance of the Thunder Wolf Dragon. Claude even thought that there was another enemy appearing, so he directly reached out to hold the handle of the destruction sword behind his shoulder, and looked around vigilantly.

Intense lightning surged, and the size of the Thunder Wolf Dragon shrank rapidly, finally transforming into a motorcycle with extremely cool shape.The wheel composed of golden carapace was originally a turbo-spike-shaped circular saw. After the saw teeth were fully shrunk, it became a closed wheel. There were three sharp claw-shaped golden armors on the side of the body as guard plates. Two thunder wolf dragon giant horns were placed The tail of the car body is used as an exhaust pipe, and four sharp and long and narrow black finger hooks are hung on both sides of the front wheels as impact weapons. The overall shape is full of wildness and speed.

Deformation weapon - [Wang Ya Rian · Thunderbolt]!

Claude suddenly felt that the Hardy Daytona under him was not good, and Heather's motorcycle was so cool!No wonder you gave yourself the Hardy Daytona...

A pair of goggles appeared around Heather's neck. He stepped onto the Thunderbolt and raised his chin towards Tifa and Alice: "The Thunderbolt can carry another person, do you want to come?"

"Yes! Tifa will be in charge of driving, and I will protect Teacher's back..."

Alice sat up straight in a sudden overjoyed, and said that she was about to open the door and get out of the car.

But Tifa moved faster than her, and directly locked Alice's door from the center console, then opened the driver's door and jumped down, pretending to be generous: "Brother, let me protect your back, Alice Si, you are not familiar with Jin Oga, be careful that it will shock you."

"Oh? Tifa, don't you want to drive? Just now you told me how familiar you are with posture skills?" Alice was anxious.

Tifa quickly waved her hand: "That's all lying to you. In fact, I failed the driver's license test. Let Barrett drive." After she finished speaking, she hurriedly stepped onto the back seat of the motorcycle, from behind He hugged Heather's waist tightly.

Plastic sisterhood falls apart at this moment.

Heather put on the goggles, then handed Tifa a bracelet inlaid with a red summoning stone: "This is Shiva's summoning stone, I will leave it to you behind my back."

"Well, brother, don't worry." Tifa took the bracelet and put it on her slender wrist with a blushing face, only then realized that Jin Oga thoughtfully added a layer of soft white short fleece cushion to the seat where she was sitting. Can't help but smiled and patted the car body lightly: "Jin Oga, let's cheer together."

The roar of the motorcycle's engine was like thunder.

On the other side, Jessie sat on the back seat of Hardy Daytona without saying a word. It was not the first time for her to ride Claude's motorcycle, and she was obviously familiar with it.She held Claude's waist with one hand, and with the other hand, she used the remote control to control the light war golem to climb into the open cargo box behind the light truck.Click, click, as soon as the golem sat firmly, the outer armor of the feet and arms was removed, and the red armor was moved to the fuel tank and hood on the side of the truck, while also protecting the main and co-pilot cabins as much as possible.At the same time, the golem fixed its body firmly in the carriage and turned into a simple fortress, ready to go.

"I set it to the mode of autonomously searching for enemies and counterattacks, Barrett, you just need to concentrate on driving!"

"OK!"

Jesse gave Barrett a thumbs up, who responded with a thumbs up.

"Okay, I can 'hear' more and more voices approaching the building, it's time to leave."

Heather twisted the gas pedal on the right handlebar of the motorcycle, and the thunderous sound of the engine filled the exhibition hall.

The next moment, Claude's Hardy Daytona broke through the main entrance of the exhibition hall and rushed out, followed by the Thunderbolt and the armored light truck.

### Take a day off###

"I left my hometown with my luggage... I often dream of my beloved girl... I am far away and my heart is in my hometown..."

The heavy rain came and went quickly, and the humid air was filled with a slightly earthy smell, and the surface of the bluestone-paved street reflected the patter of sunlight.

At the door of a second-floor grocery store on the street, a young man leaning on a broom was humming a song that no one could understand, looking lazily at the people coming and going on the street.

This is a young man about 1.8 meters tall, with a slender figure that is more standard than the model, and the coarse handyman's clothes on his body look like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit.His black hair over the ears is matte like a crow feather, and the upper half of his face is firmly blocked by the old-fashioned thick bangs hairstyle. Coupled with the large black-rimmed glasses that are aesthetically worrisome, his face can hardly be seen clearly What does it look like.

After finishing the sweeping work with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head to look at the grocery store behind him, the outdated facade, the poor variety of goods, the single-digit daily passenger flow, and the crumbling broken wooden signboard, signboard The cartoon octopus drawn above is so discolored that it is almost impossible to distinguish its shape.

This made the youth wonder how long the grocery store could last.

"Heather! Don't be lazy at the door, come and move the goods!"

The dull voice of tobacco and alcohol came out of the door: "Lazy, don't you want a salary?"

The young man named Heather's face collapsed, he reluctantly propped his broom against the wall, clapped the ashes on his hands and walked towards the house, and the lyrics he hummed changed:

"Holding wowotou in my hand... There is not a drop of oil in the dish..."

Jingle Bell!

When the store door opened, a crisp bell rang.

As soon as you enter the door, there are six rows of shelves, two of which are relatively new.Nearly 1/3 of the shelves are empty, and there are also some inferior daily necessities, cheap instant snacks, and some wilted vegetables and fruits. Really valuable goods such as cigarettes, wines and the like are all locked in light blue and thick. Inside the counter made of glass.

The fan above his head was spinning feebly, making a creaking noise, and Heather, who pushed open the store door, focused his attention on the figure behind the counter.

Daddy Jack, the owner of the 'Octopus Jack Department Store'.

"What are you looking at? Why, Young Master Hai lost his memory after sweeping the floor?"

His fat belly stretched his greasy plaid shirt tightly, his gray beard was like a mess of wires tangled in a ball, and the hair was so sparse that it was enough to cover his shiny, shiny hair. With a skull and a textbook-like rosacea, the first impression of this chunky old man is not so good.

Father Jack was half paralyzed on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short, stubby fingers like carrots pointed to the warehouse behind him, his tobacco and alcohol voice chattered mercilessly: "You have the advantage of being strong, boy. Hurry up and bring ten boxes of Silo Sparkling Water out."

"Ten boxes? Do you want to sell our store to 2009, old man? It's Dadamir in 82, and you are Silu in 99, awesome!"

The language was switched from Chinese to the common language of the world, and Heather complained while walking towards the back warehouse: "I've helped you to think about the advertising words - 99 years of Silu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, noble experience, splendid The incense blows your face, allowing you to experience all kinds of hospitals."

"It rhymes... Where did you come from so much nonsense?"

After recollecting it, Father Jack shouted angrily, and saw Heather slip into the warehouse before shaking his head: "It's a great guy, but it's a pity that he has a long mouth."

One late night two months ago, when I was driving to buy goods, I found this kid in a coma lying on the side of the road wearing pajamas.

Yes, if he was left in place like this, in the morning, I am afraid that his remains could only be found on the operating table of illegal black doctors.

Although he was stunned for a long time after waking up, I have to say that this kid does have a lot of brute force.Relying on the identity of the savior, coupled with the management of food and housing and low wages, I hired this bastard who claimed to have amnesia without signing any contract, and contracted all the chores in the store to him.

Then he found out that he had earned it.

His strength is terrifying, he never seems to be tired, and he is not very particular about food and accommodation. Although he is not very respectful to himself, he can basically complete the tasks assigned to him. If there is anything wrong with it, he has a large appetite and mouth. too broken.

What?Salary is too low?

A suspicious illiterate of unknown origin who claims to have amnesia, who manages his own food and manages himself, and who pays 1 monks a month is already a saint in the world, okay?

For a time, Father Jack was moved by his kindness. He wiped the corner of his eyes and took out half a bottle of whisky from under the cabinet, and took a sip with his head up.

Jingle Bell!

The door of the store was pushed open, and a tall man in a black hooded tracksuit walked into the grocery store and greeted Dad Jack with a smile: "Yo, old Jack."

"Izenaby, haven't seen each other for more than two months, and the supplies are not enough?"

Father Jack wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand you, is it so energetic to practice in the deep mountains and old forests? If you leave me alone for a day, I will be suffocated and die of suffocation."

The tall man known as Izenaby smiled gently, walked over to the grocery category shelf related to daily necessities, and said:

"This is the mainstream practice method of our sect, and it's good to get used to it. By the way, the last time I came here, I was clamoring for your handyman to go back to my hometown. Have you recruited new people recently?"

Old Jack curled his lips: "...reluctantly."

"Really recruited?"

Izenaby looked back at Old Jack in surprise: "With your bad reputation, you can still recruit new people? Wait, you are tricking the ignorant boy in the country again."

"Apologize! Apologize to the me you imagined!"

Father Jack was furious: "This time, the other party was begging me to take him in! He... oh, he's here. Heather, this is Mr. Izenaby, our regular customer."

Izenaby turned his head to look, and saw a young man whose face could not be clearly seen, holding a pile of five boxes of sparkling water in each of his left and right hands, walking steadily towards this direction.

"Hi."

Heather nodded to Izenaby: "Are you a regular customer of this shop? That's really hard on you."

Ezenaby watched the young man named Heather put ten boxes of sparkling water in front of the container with ease, as if he was holding ten boxes of foam cotton in his hands.The stacked boxes did not vibrate when they were placed on the ground, which made people wonder if the boxes were stuck with glue.

The physical fitness is very good, and the coordination is also very good. Only the masters who have been trained for a long time have this kind of skill.

Izenaby subconsciously rubbed his chin full of stubble, such a powerful young man can get ahead wherever he goes, how could he be willing to go to Old Jack's shop and let him exploit?

Jingle Bell!

Three leather-clad men with a smell of wine broke into the grocery store, and the green-haired mohawk, headed by them, scanned the store and spat out the toothpick in the corner of his mouth.

Daddy Jack yawned and waved his stubby fingers in the direction of the shelf:

"Welcome, go to the shelf to see what you want. Our store adheres to the policy of being innocent and affordable, and strives to serve customers..."

The recited welcome cliché can't go on.

The swarthy muzzle pointed straight at Father Jack's red nose, and the old man immediately raised his hands.

The other two red-haired broom-heads and blue-haired jet-heads also took out pistols from their back waists one after another, pointing at Heather and Izenaby respectively.

"It's really a run-down shop, it looks like it's terribly poor. Forget it, it's just a run-down town in the mountains after all."

Green-haired Moxigan pointed the gun firmly at Father Jack with his right hand, and ticked his left hand: "Don't make a sound, slow down, old man, and slowly roll out from behind the counter, so that I can see your hands... very Well, don't think about any small moves. You two, go and tie up these two unlucky bastards and scrape them by the way."

Izenaby frowned slightly, and adjusted his body at a slight angle into a position that was easy to attack.

These three guys have very secure hands with guns, and it seems that more than one vote has been made, and they are not masked, and obviously do not intend to stay alive.

He would not sit back and watch Old Jack and this handyman named Heather die in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Izenaby discovered a very strange key point-although the gun was pointed at his head, the fearful expression on Old Jack's face was very perfunctory.

Is this still the timid old Jack?Not right!

In the next instant, a blurry black shadow flashed before his eyes.

With the muffled sound of three broken bones, the three robbers seemed to be hit by the locomotive head-on at almost the same time, and they flew off the ground and fell rapidly towards the rear!

The store door and the nearest shelf were smashed into pieces!Blood, wood debris and broken goods flew in the small shop, and the dull roar lingered for a long time.

Old Jack hugged his head subconsciously and shouted after seeing what was happening around him: "Heather! You broke Dad's container again! And this old shop door!"

Izenaby, who was standing aside, had a stiff expression, and even with his powerful dynamic vision, he could barely capture the afterimage just now.