King Engine Of One Punch Man

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 believed this deeply, so he actively expanded 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: King Engine", which was based on the "One Punch Man" he had seen in his previous life. "It is a blueprint, combined with King's memory 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-Ruo Yeju for his care and guidance, thank the readers for their strong support to me, thank the country, thank my parents, thank CCTVNBA..."

King eloquently wrote a few thousand words of testimonials. After browsing it by himself, he nodded with 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 with anticipation.

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, he is fixed for 24 hours on the shelves-12457, more than 10,000 are fixed, um, the new god-tier novel is born .

"Didi!"

Just at this moment, 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"."

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

The emperor was angry and vented for thousands of miles!

"what!"

King woke up abruptly in a rage, sat up straight on 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 status of the shelves of his novel. The author opened the backstage, his eyes stared, and he was determined...13.

puff!

The corner 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 must 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 code word, 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, he took his laptop out in a comfortable mood, and gnawed at the Geji fast food restaurant as always. 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 read in a low voice while typing, typing and reading one line at a time, which is easy to be regarded as neurotic.

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

After King came in to gnaw Geki, a man in a coat and felt hat followed him, sat down seven or eight positions away from King, and spoke to the mini 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 gnawing Gecky would have heard the anger.

"Yes, boss." The man nicknamed the tracker replied in a low voice, before shutting up, silently observing King's every move.

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

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 like a lover. “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. Fang said affectionately: "Husband, the family called just now. The chicken I am helping you with is about to be killed."

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.

"Pay attention to the tracker, the tracker, 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 on the walkie-talkie close to the collar, "Tracker received." Then he raised his head and glanced at King's body intentionally or unintentionally.

In the next half an hour, four sturdy 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 watched that the dead group had been seated. King had nothing unusual and was 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 question: "This chicken is relatively old and needs a long time to cook on a small fire, so that the family should not be anxious and be patient."

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