Chapter 139

Part I!!!

In the eyes of otaku, the world of "one punch Superman" is both exciting and boring. Almost all but the freaks are freaks, and all but running away is running away.

King was deeply convinced of this, so he actively expanded his otaku activities. In addition to playing games, he originally made a game script - the book of sages!

Now, he has expanded the otaku's interest to writing. Of course, with his writing style, he can't control the entity publishing literature, so he specially chose network literature, that is, novels.

He registered the author's number on the starting point novel network of the reading group, named Bei coin, and published a novel called the king of one punch Superman engine. The content is based on the one punch Superman he had seen in his previous life. Combined with King's memory of freaks, he combined Saitama and King's roles and abilities to create a new protagonist, Roy, Roy also means king.

His publishing process was smooth, with 30000 words signed. At present, after more than three months of efforts to update the code words, it finally reached 300000 words. His editor Ruo Ye Ju informed him that he would be on the shelf tomorrow. The news inspired him and wrote his on the shelf speech in accordance with the usual practice.

"First of all, I would like to thank Yuewen group for giving me a stage for display, my editor - ruo Yeju's care and guidance, readers' strong support for me, the country, parents and cctvnba..."

King wrote thousands of words of his speech. After browsing it for himself, he nodded with satisfaction, logged in to the starting point novel network, uploaded the shelf speech, and then published two chapters of novels regularly.

He fell asleep with anticipation.

The morning came soon. After the alarm rang, King couldn't wait to open the quilt, closed his eyes and came to the computer. He turned on the computer skillfully. In more than ten seconds of waiting for the computer to start, he completed the work of going to the bathroom, washing and eating breakfast.

Open the starting point novel website, board the author's number, and turn to the subscription column. His eyes stare and his eyebrows dance. He will be on the shelf for 24 hours - 12457, more than 10000. Well, the new novel God was born.

"Didi!"

Just at this time, the author pops up a new message in the background. He clicks it to see:

"Dear Author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously involved in pornography. We will respond to the national policy to seal and deal with your work" the king of Superman engine (bah, what bad book title). "

King almost spit out an old blood. You even shut up my book. I also make complaints about my exquisite title.

When the emperor is angry, he will vent thousands of miles!

"Ah!"

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

"Hoo, it was a nightmare!"

He wiped the sweat on his forehead and hurried out of bed to check the shelves of his novel. The author opened the backstage and his eyes stared. He was sure... 13.

Poof!

He took a breath from the corner of his mouth and went to bed silently. Well, it's better to live in a dream.

Unfortunately, people have to face the reality after all. He lingered in bed for half a day before he got up reluctantly.

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

He went to the bathroom to wash and eat breakfast, multi line operation and finished at one go. After all, he is the strongest man, which still has some strength.

He painstakingly coded out a chapter and published it again. Because it was the first time on the shelf, he decided to burst ten chapters, so he put in the hard code words and finished three chapters before noon.

"Well, go out for lunch to comfort yourself and change the environmental code."

After one morning, he was in a good mood. He went out with his laptop and chewed Geji fast food restaurant as usual. He sat in the corner where he often came, quiet and comfortable, and can rest assured.

He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to read in a low voice while typing. He reads one line after another. It's easy to be regarded as a psycho.

"Boss, King has come out. After waiting for half a month, king went out for dinner for the first time. This damn cultivation maniac is obviously so powerful and not satisfied. Why doesn't he go to heaven and stand side by side with the sun..."

After King came in to chew Geji, a man in a coat and felt hat followed him. He sat down seven or eight places away from King and said something to the micro walkie talkie installed on the collar.

"Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a player." There was a roar of rage at the other end of the walkie talkie. If he hadn't worn headphones, I'm afraid the whole gnawing Geji would have heard it.

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

"This spicy hot is killing me." In a noodle shop next to gnawing Geji, a well-dressed and successful person in suits and shoes is eating spicy hot, which is the boss in the mouth of the tracker.

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

She glanced at the sparse crowd around, ate and laughed, like a couple, and said, "I don't like spicy hot. I can change it into cow miscellaneous noodles. There's no need to be so angry, which will affect my working mood."

The boss ate spicy hot and looked up to flirt with the camera from time to time. However, every love word had something to say.

After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ear and listened for a while. Fang affectionately said, "husband, just now the family called and I gave you the chicken to mend your body. They are ready to kill."

The boss's eyes were slightly bright and smiled, "OK, I like you to eat chicken for me, but..." He said solemnly, "when making chicken soup, you should prepare the seasoning. I'll call home and tell them." Immediately got up, took out his cell phone and went out to make a phone call.

"Attention to the tracker, attention to the tracker. The handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock rods and explosion-proof round shields of the death squad are coming in. Pay attention to King and report immediately if you find something wrong."

The tracker looked down and pretended to drink coke. Taking the opportunity, the walkie talkie close to the collar whispered, "tracker received." Then he looked up and looked at King intentionally or unintentionally.

In the following half an hour, four strong men, either with big toad glasses, or with a cap, or with masks, or blowing bubble gum, came in and sat down around king, vaguely encircling king.

The tracker saw that the dead group had been seated. King was not abnormal and still enjoyed the last lunch. He immediately whispered, "boss, the dead group is in place."

In the noodle shop, the camera smiled and said softly to the boss, "husband, the chicken has been cooked. When we go home, I can tell them when to fire."

The boss nodded and asked, "the chicken is old and needs to be cooked over a low fire for a long time. Let the family be patient."