Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

Chapter 36 Water Truck

"I come from the mountains, carrying orchids."

The melodious singing came from afar.

The clear, crisp children's voices were tinged with a metallic noise due to the poor-quality sound system.

A water truck painted in blue and white slowly drove by, spraying thin jets of water towards both sides of the street.

"You're in trouble."

"It's a plane tree," the French plane tree suddenly said.

"How to say?"

"The water truck is here to clean up the dirt."

It had a gloating look on its face.

"And you are that filthy thing."

"That's perfect, I haven't showered for days."

Liu Zheng said.

The stench of decaying plants emanating from him grew stronger and stronger; it was hard to tell whether it was because he hadn't showered or because his very nature was changing.

"You still want to take a bath?"

The plane tree laughed a few times.

A tree root burst from the ground, flinging out the carcass of a huge mole.

The mole traced a long parabola and landed right next to the water truck.

High-pressure water jets washed over the mole's carcass, instantly reducing it to a skeleton, and then to bone dust.

"It's so clean."

Liu Zheng swallowed hard.

"You'll be even cleaner when you clean it later."

The French plane tree is rustling and swaying.

"Don't think you can get through this just because you have 'Flesh Regeneration' and a legendary vest. That astral mole's hide is much tougher than yours."

"Then why are those trees alright?"

He looked at the trees that were sprayed wet and said.

"Because they are public property. What are you?"

The French plane tree said disdainfully.

"I am a deliveryman for the Bloody Restaurant."

"This identity doesn't work well for city hall employees."

The plane tree shook its head.

"If I can't afford to offend them, I'll just avoid them."

"Hide? Then try it."

Although he knew there was a problem, Liu Zheng still gave it a try.

But after running for a few minutes, he found that the music was actually getting closer.

The water truck was only a few hundred meters away from him.

Strangely, he didn't see the driver.

"Don't waste your energy, you've already been locked onto by it."

"It's a plane tree," said the French plane tree.

"You might as well let me eat you. As a business partner, I might spare your head."

Its smile was full of malice.

“I can hide behind a tree.”

Liu Zheng looked at the nearest roadside tree.

"It's no use, it's no use."

Seemingly to make him utterly despair, the plane tree threw out another Astral Mole corpse.

This time it was thrown behind a photinia tree.

Several jets of water then curved, bypassed the tree trunk, and struck the mole, repeating the scene once again.

"Is this even okay?"

Liu Zheng was speechless.

So you're really not going to teach any physics at all, are you?

"How about this, if you give me the vest and the delivery box, I can barely save your life."

"It's a plane tree," said the French plane tree.

Clearly, this is its true purpose.

"Then thank you very much."

Liu Zheng neither said yes nor no, he just stood there.

The plane trees don't rush him; he'll accept his fate eventually, no matter what.

The water truck, playing "Orchid Grass" on a loop, drew closer and closer, finally arriving in front of Liu Zheng.

Then, stop.

Instead of firing a high-pressure water jet, the water gun shut off the valve.

However, the plane trees merely sneered.

This isn't because the water trucks are about to stop, but rather the calm before a volcanic eruption.

It secretly became more vigilant.

Even for it, protecting Liu Zheng from the water truck driver wouldn't be an easy task.

At least a third of the bark is beyond saving.

However, it's all worth it for the legendary deliveryman set.

"Still not agreeing, human? It'll be too late once it spews it out."

As if to prove the words of the plane tree, the water tank of the sprinkler truck gradually bulged, and the air around the vehicle was distorted by the high temperature.

Even from a distance, Liu Zheng could feel the heat wave coming towards him.

It's like the water jug ​​isn't filled with tap water, but with boiling magma.

Facing the impending hellish ordeal, he gritted his teeth and strode forward.

"Are you sick?!"

Amidst the astonished gaze of the plane trees, Liu Zheng rushed to the water truck and then unleashed his tentacles.

The tentacles, covered in scaly skin, sliced ​​through the air with a whooshing sound, creating a formidable spectacle.

But it knew that this was like an ant trying to shake a tree.

Even with the help of the legendary vest, Liu Zheng could only scratch the paint on the sprinkler truck at most.

"It's over."

The plane tree let out a long sigh.

Liu Zheng's death is a minor matter; his legendary collection will also be buried with him.

"Snapped!"

With a sharp crack, the tentacle slammed into the driver's side window.

Also slapped on the glass was a hundred-yuan bill.

A hand radiating blue light appeared out of thin air, passed through the glass, took the banknotes, and then disappeared.

But the water tank was still expanding, just at a slower pace.

He understood instantly.

One banknote after another was slapped out, and the blue hand appeared again and again.

Finally, the water jug ​​shrank back to its original size.

The engine started, and the water truck continued to move forward.

The music playing from the speakers also changed accordingly.

"Good luck comes to us, good luck comes to us, may good fortune bring prosperity and success to all corners of the world."

"This actually works?"

The plane tree stared in disbelief, its mouth agape wide enough to fit another legendary deliveryman.

"Water trucks also need refueling."

Liu Zheng said casually.

He didn't understand this strange world, but he did understand government employees.

Even a car wants to use high-octane gasoline.

"You're lucky."

"It's a plane tree," the French plane tree said bitterly.

"gone."

Liu Zheng was all smiles as he prepared to leave.

Although it cost a lot, seeing the tree suffer made it all worthwhile.

"Wait, you still haven't told me about the delivery hat."

The plane tree quickly called out to him.

"What clue?"

Liu Zheng countered with a question.

"A clue from the delivery hat."

What kind of delivery hat?

"The hat of a legendary deliveryman."

"What deliveryman?"

"You're kidding me."

After a series of ineffective attempts at communication, the plane tree's face fell.

"You don't think you can get this information for free, do you? I spent over ten thousand chips to win it."

Liu Zheng looked at it with the eyes of someone looking at an idiot.

Even a clay figure has a temper, let alone a madman suffering from "irritability syndrome".

"How much do you want?"

The plane tree asked, somewhat annoyed.

"Just watch and give it."

He said it generously.

He didn't expect to pluck the bark; he just wanted to vent his anger.

"Despicable humans."

The plane tree muttered something and pulled a note out from under the black soil.