One Punch Man King Engine

　　 Part one! ! !

　　 In the eyes of the otaku, the world of "One Punch Man" is both exciting and boring, almost except for the weirdo, it is the weirdo, except for the escape is the escape.

　　King believes in this, so he actively expands his otaku activities. In addition to playing games, he originally created a game script-the book of the sage!

　　 Now, he has expanded his otaku interest to writing. Of course, with his writing style, he can't control the physical publishing of literature, so he deliberately chooses online literature, that is, novels.

He registered an author number on the starting point novel website under the Reading Group, named Beibi, and published a novel called "One Punch Man: The King Engine", which was based on the "One Punch Man" that he had seen in his previous life. "It is a blueprint, combined with King's memories of weird people, combining the roles and abilities of Saitama and King, creating a new protagonist-Roy (Roy), Roy also means king.

The process of publishing the book was smooth sailing. He signed a contract with 30,000 words. After more than three months of hard work, the code word was updated and finally reached 300,000 words. His editor, Ruo Yeju, informed him that he would be put on the shelves tomorrow. This news made him feel refreshed. In accordance with the usual practice, I wrote "Reflections on Shelves".

　　 "First of all, I would like to thank the Reading Group for giving me a stage to show, thank my editor in charge-Ruoyeju for his care and guidance, thank the readers for their strong support to me, thank the country, thank my parents, thank CCTVNBA..."

　　 King wrote a few thousand words of testimonials eloquently. After browsing it by himself, he nodded in satisfaction, logged onto the starting point novel website and uploaded the "Shelf Testimonials", and then regularly published two chapters of the novel.

　　 He fell asleep expectantly.

The early morning approached quickly. After the alarm sounded, King couldn’t wait to lift the quilt, closed his eyes and walked to the computer. He turned on the computer proficiently. After waiting for the computer to start up, he finished going to the toilet, washing and eating breakfast. work.

　　 Open the starting point novel website, board the author number, and go to the subscribe section. His eyes are staring, his brows are flying, and the shelves are fixed for 24 hours-12457, more than 10,000 are fixed, um, a new novel **** is born.

　　 "Didi!"

　　 Just at this time, a new message popped up in the background of the author, and he clicked on it:

　　 "Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously involved in pornography. We will soon respond to the national policy to censor and process your work "One Punch Man's King Engine (Bah, what bad book title."

　　 King almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, you can just block my book, and even complain about my exquisite title, which is unbearable!

　　 The emperor was angry and vented thousands of miles away!

"what!"

　　 King woke up abruptly in a rage, sat up straight from the bed, sweating profusely, opened the quilt and looked at it, um, it's time to change his underwear.

　　 "Huh, it turned out to be a nightmare!"

　　 He wiped the sweat from his forehead, and hurriedly got out of bed to check the shelf status of his novel. The author opened his backstage, his eyes stared, and he was determined...13.

　　噗!

　　 The corners of his mouth twitched, and he went to bed silently and continued to sleep. Well, it's better to live in a dream.

　　 It's a pity that people have to face the reality after all. He woke up reluctantly after spending a long time in bed.

　　 No matter how hard the blow is, life will continue.

　　 He went to the bathroom to wash and eat breakfast, multi-line operation, all in one go, after all, he is the strongest man, he still has this strength.

　　 He thought hard to code out a chapter and published it again. Because it was the first time on the shelves, he decided to explode ten chapters, so he threw himself into the hard codewords and finished three chapters before noon.

　　 "Well, go out to have lunch to comfort myself, and change the environment code by the way."

　　 After one morning passed, he was okay, and he took his laptop out in a comfortable mood. He continued to gnaw at the Geji fast food restaurant. He sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, with a code word that could be assured.

　　 He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to type and recite in a low voice while typing, typing and reading one line, which is easy to be regarded as neurotic.

　　 "Boss, King has come out. After waiting for half a month, King went out for dinner for the first time. This **** cultivator is already so strong and not satisfied. Why doesn't he go up to the sky and stand side by side with the sun..."

　　 After King came in and gnawed Geki, a man in a coat and felt hat followed him. He sat down seven or eight positions away from King and spoke to the micro walkie-talkie mounted on the collar.

　　 "Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a broadcaster." There was an angry roar from the walkie-talkie. If he hadn't worn the earphones, I'm afraid the whole Nigeki would have heard the anger.

　　 "Yes, boss." The man nicknamed the tracker replied in a low voice, then shut up and silently observed King's every move.

　　 "This Mala Tang is going to be so spicy to me." In a noodle restaurant next to Nigeji, a successful man in a suit and leather shoes is eating Mala Tang bitterly. It is the boss of the tracker.

　　 Opposite him is a pretty and charming lady, nicknamed the camera, who is responsible for observing and recording the situation of the target and for the boss.

She glanced at the sparse crowd around her, and chuckled around ~www.readwn.com~ like a lover and said, "If you don't like malatang, you can replace it with beef noodles. You don't need to be so angry and affect your mood at work. "

　　 The boss ate Mala Tang and looked up from time to time to flirt with the camera.

　　 After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ears and listened for a while, and Fang said affectionately: "Husband, the family called just now, and the chicken I am helping you with is about to be slaughtered."

The boss's eyes shone slightly and he smiled badly, "Okay, I like you to eat chicken for me, but..." He said seriously: "You need to prepare the condiments for the chicken soup. I will call home and tell them. "Immediately he got up and took out his mobile phone and went out to make a call.

　　 "Attention tracker, tracker attention, the handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock rods and explosion-proof bucklers of the dead crew are coming in. You pay attention to King's situation and report immediately if you find something wrong."

　　 The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coke, and took the opportunity to answer in a low voice from the walkie-talkie close to the collar, "Tracker received." Then he raised his head and glanced at King intentionally or unintentionally.

In the next half an hour, four strong men with big toad glasses, caps, masks, or bubble gums walked in, sat down around King tacitly, and vaguely finished to King. Surrounded.

　　 The tracker saw that the dead group was seated. King was not abnormal, still enjoying the last lunch. He immediately reported in a low voice, "Boss, the dead group is in place."

　　 Inside the noodle restaurant, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, "Husband, the chicken has already been cooked. When will we go home, I can tell them when to start the fire."

　　 The boss nodded and answered the wrong question: "This chicken is relatively old and needs to be boiled for a long time, so the family should not be anxious and be patient."