"Damn it, who the bastard stole my fries? And it's the only long fries I plan to enjoy."
Saitama is still brooding over the French fries that were stolen from the Kengo restaurant just now. Those were the French fries that he finally made up his mind to eat, but the only fries that he liked the most were inexplicably stolen. Stole it, huh, if he knows who it is, he must be beaten to death.
He walked home angrily, and that scorching gaze suddenly fell on him again, "Asshole, that damn stalker hasn't given up yet... Well, wait a minute, stalker... The French fries were stolen... It's that damn stalker. Kuang stole my fries?"
The more he thought about it, the more he realized that was the case.
"You bastard, if you dare to steal my French fries, I will beat you to death."
He turned his head suddenly, and he still found no suspicious person. He looked around again, trying to find the Xiaoxiao who had been following him for several days. Unfortunately, he still couldn't find the stalker after searching for a long time.
Saitama's suspicion frightened the two people following him.
Later, Saitama even 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 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 fry thief. Waiting like this is not an option. Find a place to rest and see what happens next." Is there any chance of meeting Saitama alone?"
Oh, mainly because Saitama didn't move for half an hour. He got a little bored and impatient by waiting, so he simply retreated.
He left the no-man's land and found a cafe to sit down. He ordered a cup of coffee and played with his mobile phone to kill time. He also called Xiqi to ask about the situation of the Evolution House. At the same time, he mentioned how Tatsumaki had time to hang out in Z City. , you must know that Tatsumaki usually sits at the association headquarters in City A. Only when encountering monsters that other heroes cannot solve, Tatsumaki will be deployed as the final weapon. However, there are no monsters above the ghost level in Z City at all, and Tatsumaki His actions seemed very lazy. It was better to say that he was performing a task than just wandering around.
When he learned from Xiqi that Tatsumaki was on holiday today, he suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Tatsumaki was so free to argue with him.
He shook his head helplessly and paid attention to Saitama again. He used position tracking to check Saitama's movements about every half hour.
Saitama was quite perseverant. He squatted beside the trash can for more than three hours, which made King very suspicious. When Saitama was a child, his parents told Saitama that he picked it up from the trash can, so he had a special feeling for the trash can. of intimacy.
King yawned and fell into a drowsy state, "Ha~ Genos wouldn't have followed for more than three hours, right? These two masters and apprentices are really boring!"
Hey, if you laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps, aren't you even more boring
"Well, check the location of Genos... Hey, Genos is no longer with Saitama? In the suburbs? Oh, is it Dr. Kunos's laboratory?"
When Genos's red dot appeared on the radar map in his mind, he was surprised to find that Genos had left and stayed on the outskirts of Z City. In other words, Saitama was the only one still holding the trash can and waiting for the stalker. .
What a great opportunity! Take down Saitama while he's alone.
He was refreshed and the tired look on his face disappeared. He got on his backpack and left the cafe in a hurry. He was so hasty that he even accidentally knocked over the coffee and sunburned it on his hands.
…
"Tch, there is no human figure at all, and... that fiery gaze has also disappeared."
Saitama, who had been squatting in the trash can for more than three hours, slowly stood up with a look of displeasure on his face. He had met a dozen weirdos when he went out today. It was a great pleasure for him to stretch his muscles. Who knew that he was being stolen while enjoying his lunch of French fries? , his good mood suddenly turned bad.
"No matter, go home and rest."
Since he couldn't wait for the stalker and chip thief, he simply went home.
"Hey, is this... a gift at the door?"
Saitama went to his house and found a gift box with no name on it and no note left on it. He didn't know who gave the gift.
"Who will give me a gift?" He picked up the gift in confusion, "Well, is it the mechanical transformation man who said he wanted to become my master before? Speaking of which, that person said he wanted to become my master, but after so many days I haven’t seen anyone come to my door, so insincere... "
Click, click, click!
He quickly opened the gift and took out a bald head model and a set of flowing curly hair.
“…”
I don't know why, but he felt very angry in his heart!
His face darkened, his sharp eyes were almost on fire, his bald head... wig... you could feel the full heart of the person who gave the gift... what the hell!
"What's wrong with my baldness? Why do you always talk about my baldness? Who have I offended by my baldness? Am I proud of my baldness? Do I show it off? I'm bald, but I've also become stronger!"
Saitama yelled angrily, pulled his hands, and the wig turned into chicken feathers. The bald model was ravaged into a pile. He raised his feet high and stepped on the gift box...
"Hey, the carton... should be put in the carton recycling bin."
He stopped the car abruptly, sighed slightly, folded the carton, and prepared to send it to the carton recycling bin in Z city. As a hero driven by interest, he naturally abides by the principles of garbage classification, and the carton should be thrown into the carton. recycle bin.
This habit has become similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder.
call out!
Holding the carton in his arms, he turned his grief and anger into motivation and sprinted extremely fast. In almost the blink of an eye, he arrived at a carton recycling box on the street in downtown Z. He stuffed the gift carton into the recycling box with a look of displeasure on his face.
"Don't let me know which guy did it, or I'll beat him to death."
"Ah! Ah!"
"Weird, it's a weirdo, help!"
"My face, my face..."
Tsk! !
Just as Saitama is annoyed by the stalker-cum-chip thief-cum-sarcastic gift giver, several screams suddenly ring out in the street and a group of people run away in panic.
"Huh? Is there a weirdo?" Saitama's eyes lit up, his aura ignited, and he clenched his fists, "Oh, the venting bag has appeared."
On the street, a strange man with long hair, a pink mask on his face whose appearance was unclear, wearing a sexy suit, and holding a pink forked mace waved his weapon, and a liquid similar to concentrated acid sprayed into the faces of passers-by. On the road, the passerby's face was instantly corroded and became extremely old, screaming again and again. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and laughed evilly: "Haha, I will destroy all your faces. I am the only one in the world." You can be as beautiful as a flower, but you... all turned into ugly monsters for me."
call!
A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly came.
The weirdo was startled, and a fist as big as a sandbag suddenly appeared in the corner of his eye, "Eh? Such a big fist..."
boom!
With one punch, his body was shattered into pieces, and there was no one left alive.
Weird person: "..." Well, let me introduce myself at least!
"Let me vent my frustration a little bit."
Saitama casually shook off the meat foam on his hands and walked home melancholy, "In life... the unsatisfactory things are probably nine out of ten, my French fries!"
A few minutes after Saitama left.
The weirdo siren in Z city center rang slowly: "Emergency report, emergency report, there is a weirdo on the street in Z city center, the level is tiger..."
"found it."
Tatsumaki, who had always cared about the competition agreement with the king, looked overjoyed when he heard the alarm. Green light flashed on his body, and his petite body turned into a rainbow and rushed away in an instant. He rushed to the central street, but only saw the dead Bi Zhao Si of the weirdo. His father was a miserable wreck.
"Who did it? The stinky king?"
Her eyes widened, and she prayed in her heart that it would not be the stinky king who did it, otherwise, she would lose to the stinky king again.