Chapter 151

"Damn it, which bastard stole my French fries? And it's the only long French fries I'm going to enjoy. "

Saitama still resents the French fries stolen from KFC just now, but he finally made up his mind to eat the French fries for a meal. However, the only one of his favorite French fries was somehow stolen. Hum, if you let him know who it is, you must kill him.

He went home angrily, and suddenly came the hot eyes again, "asshole, that damn stalker hasn't given up... Well, wait a minute, Stalker... The French fries were stolen... Is that damn stalker who stole my French fries?"

The more he thought about it, the more he thought it was true.

"Asshole, if you dare to steal my French fries, I'll kill you."

He suddenly turned around and, uh, still didn't find any suspicious people. He scanned around and tried to find the curfew who had followed him for several days. Unfortunately, he still didn't find the stalker for a long time.

Saitama's suspicions frightened the two people following him.

Later, Saitama squatted next to the trash can downstairs. Half an hour later, he still didn't move. Jenos misunderstood that Saitama was practicing some kind of image and carefully recorded it in his notebook.

King stopped and groped for his chin. "It seems that Saitama is determined to catch the stalker and French fries thief. It's not a way to wait. Find a place to have a rest and see if he has a chance to contact Saitama alone."

Oh, mainly Saitama didn't move for half an hour. He was a little bored and impatient. He just withdrew.

He left the no man's land, sat down in a coffee shop, ordered a cup of coffee, played with his mobile phone to kill time, and called Xiqi to ask about the evolution house. At the same time, he mentioned how the tornado would wander in Z city when he was free. You know, usually the tornado is almost in the headquarters of the association of city A. only when he meets strange people that other heroes can't solve, the tornado will be used as the final weapon. However, There are no monsters above ghost level in Z city at all, and the action of the tornado looks very lazy. It's more about wandering than performing tasks.

Learning from Xiqi that the tornado is on holiday today, he suddenly realized that no wonder the tornado is so free to haggle with him.

He shook his head reluctantly and paid attention to Saitama again. He used positioning tracking to check the dynamics of Saitama every half an hour.

Saitama has a lot of perseverance. He squatted next to the trash can for more than three hours, which makes king doubt whether Saitama's parents told Saitama that he picked it up from the trash can when he was a child, so he has a special sense of kindness to the trash can.

King yawned and fell asleep. "Ha ~ Janos has been watching for more than three hours. These two teachers and disciples are really boring!"

Oh, fifty steps laugh at a hundred steps. Aren't you more boring?

"Well, check the location of Janos... Eh, Janos is not with Saitama? In the suburbs? Oh, Dr. kunos's lab? "

When the red dot of Janos appeared in the radar picture in his mind, he was surprised to find that Janos had left and stayed in the suburbs of Z City, that is, Saitama was the only one still holding a garbage can and other stalkers.

What a chance! Take Saitama when he's alone.

He was refreshed, his tired face swept away, stepped on his backpack and hurried out of the cafe. Because he was in a hurry, he even accidentally knocked down the coffee and dried it on his hand.

……

"Cut, there was no figure at all, and... The hot eyes also disappeared."

Saitama, who had been squatting in the garbage can for more than three hours, stood up slowly and looked unhappy. He had met more than a dozen strange people when he went out today. It was a very happy thing for him to move his muscles and bones. He didn't know that he was stolen while enjoying his French fries lunch, which made his good mood worse all at once.

"Whatever, go home and rest."

Since he couldn't wait to follow the crazy and French fries thief, he simply went home.

"Eh, this is... A gift at the door?"

Saitama went up to her house and found a gift box without any name or note. She didn't know who gave the gift.

"Who will give me a present?" He picked up the gift suspiciously, "well, is it the mechanical reformer who said he would worship me as a teacher? Speaking of it, the man said he wanted to worship me as a teacher, but he didn't see me for so many days. He's so insincere... "

Click, click!

He quickly opened the gift and took out a model of a bald head and a set of flowing curls.

“……”

I don't know why, his heart was inexplicably very angry!

His face turned black, his sharp eyes almost burst into flames, bald head... Wig... You can feel the full heart of the gift giver... Fart!

"What happened to my bald head? Why do you always talk about my baldness? Who did my bald head offend? Besides, I'm bald. Am I proud? Did I show off? I'm bald, but I'm stronger! "

Saitama shouted angrily for a while, pulled his hands, turned his wig into chicken hair, and the bald model was ravaged into a lump. He raised his feet high and stepped on the gift box

"Ah, cartons... Should be sent to the carton recycling box."

He stubbornly stopped the car, sighed slightly, folded the carton and prepared to send it to the carton recycling bin in Z city. As a hero of interest, he naturally abides by the principle of garbage classification, and the carton should be thrown into the carton recycling bin.

This habit is similar to obsessive-compulsive disorder.

Whew!

He held the carton and turned grief and anger into power. He sprinted very fast. Almost in the blink of an eye, he reached a carton recovery box on the street in the center of Z and stuffed the gift carton into the recovery box.

"Don't let me know which guy did it, or I'll kill him."

"Ah! Ah! Ah ah! "

"Freak, it's freak, help!"

"My face, my face..."

Hiss!!

Just as Saitama was annoyed by the stalker, the French fries thief and the satirical gift giver, several screams suddenly sounded in the street, and a group of people fled in panic.

"Huh? Are there any freaks? " Saitama's eyes lit up, her whole body was burning, her fist was clenched, "Oh, the vent bag appeared."

In the street, a long haired man with a face on a pink mask, and a strange man in a glamorous suit and a pink split branchlet, sprayed his hand with a liquid like a strong acid to the passer-by's face. The passers-by's face was instantly eroded and became very old and screaming. He looked at his masterpiece with satisfaction and laughed heartily, "ha ha." I'll destroy all your faces. I'm the only one in the world who can be as beautiful as flowers, and you... All turn ugly to me. "

Hoo!

There was a sharp sound of breaking the air in the air.

The strange man was stunned. A fist as big as a sandbag suddenly appeared in the corner of his eyes, "eh? What a big fist... "

Bang!

With one blow, he was broken to pieces and had no living mouth.

Strange man: "..." well, at least let me introduce myself!

"A little let out the depression in my heart."

Saitama casually threw off the meat foam on her hand and walked home melancholy, "life... Nine out of ten unhappy things are probably, my French fries!"

A few minutes after Saitama left.

The freak alarm in downtown Z sounded slowly: "emergency notification, emergency notification, there are freaks in the streets of downtown Z, the level is tiger..."

"Found it."

I always cared about the tornado agreed to compete with king. After hearing the alarm, I looked very happy. My green awn twinkled. My petite body turned into a rainbow and rushed to the central street in an instant, but I only saw the wreckage of the strange man, which was worse than Zhao Si's father.

"Who did it? Smelly king? "

Her eyes widened and she prayed in her heart not to be done by smelly king, otherwise she would lose to smelly king again.