Foreigner's Journey

"A very good field rescue vehicle, the green liquid is a special Elu cat recovery medicine? Just smell it and know that it is a first-class product prepared by hand, but I hope that the speed can be improved. 8 points, the name is real Come home." After speaking, Heather squinted at the three nympho beside her.

"10 points! So cute!" Ilsan was already dazed by the cuteness of the two pink Elu cats.Girls, there is always no resistance to such cute and lovely things.

"10 points! I have to say that I'm moved to tears, meow! Wipe my tears, meow!" Hearing this, Heather almost squirted, Xiao Ba, did you have lacrimal glands in the corners of your mouth?

"10 points! This is a score from an objective point of view. I can say with good conscience that there is no doubt that it is excellent in all aspects!" Sasaki, can you also call it objective?Don't touch your crotch when you shoot your conscience, bastard pussy!

One person and two cats who were repaired by Heather had to apologize sincerely, and then re-scored from an objective point of view.

"Oh oh oh, even with the re-rating, Dancing Angel still occupies the No.32 throne temporarily with 1 points! Then, the next one!"

Then there are all kinds of cat cars.

[Bumblebee] There is a huge hive hanging, and the alien wasps are used as floating cannons to attack the surrounding indiscriminately. Even the two drivers wearing thick protective clothing were stung and meowing, let alone the audience. 20 points!

[Big Mac] Not only has four wheels and a huge car body, but in addition to the two drivers, there are also four Elu cats sitting in the car. They use various long-range weapons to smash enemies in all ranges, which can restrict All they have is the ammunition stock and the driver's stamina. 30 points!

[Devil Commander] There are a large number of sharpened wooden thorns hidden in the body. In addition to being able to stab monsters at close range, they can also shoot wooden thorn bullets from the front of the car. 29 points!

[Captain Dragonfly], [Cruel Justice], [Starscream], [Shark Pepper]... One after another cat cars appeared in front of everyone with strange ideas.

The red scarf Dudu even ended up participating in the competition. Her cat car is quite creative - a floating cat car [Led Zeppelin] that uses a hot air balloon to fly.

This is a quirky cat car that looks like an assault boat. On top is a huge streamlined hull with a shark head painted on it. Two movable propellers that use excess heat as an energy source allow the [Led Zeppelin] to freely change its direction of travel. and acceleration.There are a lot of cannonballs hidden inside the cat car. The driver ignites the cannonball lead and throws it through the throwing port directly under the cat car. It claims to be a nightmare of a large monster that cannot fly.

Ilsan felt that the two wheels were redundant, but Heather believed that the wheels were still necessary. If the driver miraculously survived without damage to the body after being shot down, the wheels would allow them to speed up their escape from the battlefield.

32 points!

In the end, [Led Zeppelin] and [Dancing Angel] tied for first place.The prize was an autograph signed by the Whirlwind Charger Cat. Dudu and Sun Moon Dance were such treasures that they rushed into the group of cats with their signatures high and started to show off, attracting a lot of envious meows.

The team building activity of the cat team came to an end in laughter and laughter.

And this time the cat car team building also provided a lot of inspiration for Heather. After he went back, he mixed with the owner of the equipment shop dragon and began to improve the Whirlwind Charge.

Time passed slowly.

One morning a month later, Ilsan took Sasaki to the stream area for a collection mission. Heather and Hachi were refitting the Cyclone Charger's energy bottle in the backyard when they suddenly heard a knock at the door.

He stopped what he was doing, took a towel to wipe the oil on his hands, and walked to the front hall to open the door.

Standing at the door was a panicked village chief.

"Lord Heather, that thunder and lightning monster has appeared again!" The beautiful Longren Village Chief was anxious at this time: "The convoy transporting wood was attacked!"

"That motorcade from Luther's family? Didn't you say it stopped?" Heather asked the village chief to sit down and take a breath, and Little Eight brought a glass of warm water.

"The thunder and lightning monster hasn't appeared for a long time, Sloan... oh, it's Luther's father, Sloan thought that the monster left the stream hunting area, so... it's all my fault, I should insist on rejecting him." The village chief was annoyed said.

"Are there any casualties?" Heather also sat down at the table.

The village chief sighed: "Many members of the convoy were injured, and the most seriously injured was the hunter who escorted the convoy. You have seen it, Miss Dora."

"Well... Prepare to dispatch the mission, village chief." Heather pondered for a while and said.

"Lord Heather, do you mean...?"

"It's been so long, it's time to make a break with that guy."

Heather stood up and looked towards the Cyclone Charger in the backyard:

"I'll hunt that thunderbolt monster."

###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.