Dragon Ball: What It's Like to Be a Kakarot

Chapter 131
Is this a real vampire?

Kakarot looked at the fangs in his hand, which were hollow and looked a bit like straws.

"who are you?"

Another female vampire felt that the idea was difficult, her pupils turned blood red, and a wave of pheromone was transmitted.

The door of the nightclub was closed at some point.

More and more vampires appeared around Kakarot.

"Hey guy, did I stab a vampire nest?"

Kakarot looked numb.

The female vampire she was holding was also struggling non-stop, with blood gurgling from her mouth.

The blood of this vampire is also red.

Kakarot was tired of the woman's constant struggle, so he squeezed her throat lightly, crushed her throat, threw the head directly to the ground, and crushed it with his foot.

Needless to say, a battle has already begun.

The scarlet lasers shot around, leaving behind the aroma of barbecued meat.

Kakarot took out a few paper towels, wiped off the blood that was accidentally stained, and walked out of the nightclub with a grim look on his face.

America in this American TV series is really full of things. You can find a place to have fun and you can bump into special races. It's amazing that ordinary people don't die.

As soon as he walked out of the nightclub, he bumped into a group of people who were fighting with each other. They fired continuously with micro-punches, sending out bursts of thunder.

"Good guy, every day of the shootout?" Kakarot looked curiously, but found that the group of people were sweeping around with heavy weapons, and no one was injured.

"Why don't you let this filming go?" Kakarot was displeased at this moment.

A majestic female hero jumped off from a tall building nearby, her nai trembling up and down a bit.

The bullets seemed to be attracted by magnetism, and they slammed straight into the past. The thing hit by the kinetic energy of the bullets bounced left and right, but she didn't seem to see such a scene, and just looked at the two bandits wearing hoods and masks.

"It's over here, when you meet me, Queen Maeve, all evil things will come to an end!"

Kakarot suddenly realized that it turned out that he was really making a movie, watching the bullet hit that thing, and there was a bit of sensuality.

Queen Maeve is a popular female superhero in the Walter Group, and her image is mostly a majestic female war goddess.

Thinking of the majestic Goddess of War trembling by the thing hit by the kinetic energy of the bullet, Kakarot couldn't stand it.

Maeve is very satisfied with the script this time, the gangsters with heavy weapons, the gun battle, and herself, the innocent little boy passing by.

The elements of the big fire are fully activated, and this time the film is expected to be a big hit.

While thinking about what to eat for supper later, Maeve casually approached the robbers, and then took care of the miscellaneous fish.

After the only lethal weapon in the hands of ordinary people cannot be effective against these superhumans, these ordinary people are also worthy of being slaughtered.

Maeve is really ruthless to these group performers, flying if they want to, and breaking their hands if they want to, without hesitation.

However, broken hands and broken bones are minor injuries, which can be cured with money.

If it really doesn't work, just replace it with a mechanical prosthetic arm.

"Are you okay, don't run around so late."

Queen Maeve walked towards Kakarot, squatting down from the corner of her eyes to find the angle of the camera, revealing her graceful and fiery figure, and asked Kakarot.

The strong and pungent perfume made Kakarot sneezed, spraying all the saliva on Maeve's face.

Her bright smile quickly turned dark.

The arm that patted Kakarot's shoulder was slightly stronger.

"The perfume on your body smells really bad." Kakarot pinched his nose.

Sensuality can occasionally have its downsides.

But fortunately, the body will soon be able to adapt to this tangy aroma.

"Your movie is well done, very flexible, I like it very much."

"Has no one taught you the word polite?"

"Isn't politeness used to treat people?" Kakarot sneered.

"Some scumbags are also worthy of the word polite."

Maeve couldn't control her emotions, she slapped Kakarot.

But Kakarot grabbed her wrist, and his pupils were red.

This scene made Maeve a little familiar, and she recalled the horror of being dominated by Retinazer.

That was the psychological shadow brought to her by the people of the motherland.

"Crack!"

A female assistant came out of the corner with a file bag.

"Cut out the latter part, Maeve, pay attention to the image." She ordered the camera positions hidden around, and reprimanded the superhero.

She was yelled back by the female assistant's reprimand, and then she noticed that her hand seemed to be clamped in a vise, and she couldn't move at all.

This man... is not simple.

Maeve looked serious.

Kakarot let go, yawned, and hail a taxi home.

"Mr. Kakarot, you are so generous, you slaughtered the entire Sanguine bar."

Kakarot sat in the back seat, and the driver sighed.

It was Coulson, the village head of S.H.I.E.L.D., who drove the car.

"Why don't you tell those beasts to go away when you see it."

Kakarot changed to a half-lying position, not caring how Coulson knew he had slaughtered the vampires.

"Come here and sigh in front of me when I'm done killing, aren't you a bitch?"

Kakarot scolded.

"..."

Coulson's face twitched, Kakarot's temper was too big, and he didn't keep the door open. He just scolded if he wanted to. It's not civilized at all.

But he is an agent, so he doesn't care about being scolded, and even the previous sighs were just pretending.

After being scolded by Kakarot, he stopped pretending and said to Kakarot.

"Sir, we have a peace agreement with the blood race, but now that you have killed so many blood race people, they may think that we have broken the peace agreement."

"That's none of my business?" Kakarot sneered.

"Your peace agreement is to let them suck blood quietly and not make trouble, right?

Needless to say, the skin color was specified. "

"We don't have racism, rest assured."

Coulson replied seriously.

Kakarot smiled.

"It seems that your Excellency has a deep misunderstanding of us America. We are an inclusive, open, and civilized country."

"I don't think Indians think that way."

"It seems that although Kakarot is an alien, he has a deep understanding of our history."

Coulson couldn't sit still.

Fortunately, he had already reached the place, so he stopped the car.

"Mr. Kakarot, you're home."

"In addition, I think it is necessary for us to have a friendly and equal in-depth exchange. I hope this can resolve the misunderstanding between us."

"Let's talk about it again, yes, give me another money. It's better to pay a huge sum of money to ask for your health. As your alien friend, I can't do it without money."

"I have a bad temper. If I don't have money, I won't be able to pay for the things I buy. If I can't pay, I'll just grab them. This will make people resist me, and I won't be able to control what happens."

Kakarot got out of the car, showing a kind smile.

(End of this chapter)