One Punch Man King Engine

Part 1! ! !

In the eyes of the otaku, the world of "One Punch Man" is both exciting and boring, almost anything except weird people is weird, and nothing but running away is running away.

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 In addition to playing games, he originally made a game script - the book of sages!

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

He registered an author account on Qidian.com under the China Literature Group, named it Beibi, and published a novel called "One Punch Man: The Engine of the King", the content of which was based on the "One Punch Man" he had read in his previous life. " as a blueprint, combined with King's memories of weirdos, and combined the roles and abilities of Saitama and King to create a new protagonist-Roy (Roy), Roy also means king.

His publishing process was smooth sailing, 30,000 words were signed, and now after more than three months of hard work, the code word has been updated and finally reached 300,000 words. His editor-in-charge, Ruo Yeju, informed him that it will be on the shelves tomorrow. This news lifted him up. According to the usual practice, I wrote the "Testimonials on the Shelves".

"First of all, I would like to thank China Literature Group for giving me a stage to showcase, my editor-in-charge, Ruo Yeju, for her care and guidance, readers for their strong support, my country, my parents, and CCTVNBA..."

King wrote a testimonial of thousands of words eloquently. After browsing it by himself, he nodded in satisfaction, logged on to Qidian.com, uploaded "Testimonials on the Shelf", and then published two chapters of the novel regularly.

He fell asleep expectantly.

Morning came soon, and after the alarm rang, King couldn’t wait to throw off the quilt, and went to the computer with his eyes closed, and turned it on very skillfully. During the ten seconds waiting for the computer to start up, he finished going to the bathroom, washing up, and eating breakfast work.

Open the starting point novel website, log on to the author account, go to the subscription column, his eyes are wide open, his eyebrows are dancing, and the 24-hour average order is 12457, more than 10,000 average orders, um, a new novel master is born.

"Didi!"

At this moment, a new message popped up in the background of the author, and he clicked to read it:

"Dear author, according to our investigation, your work is seriously related to pornography, and we are about to block and deal with your work "One Punch Man: King Engine (Bah, what a bad title)" in response to national policies."

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

When the emperor was angry, he vented it for thousands of miles!

"ah!"

In a rage, King woke up suddenly, sat up straight on the bed, sweating profusely, lifted the quilt and looked, um, it's time to change his underwear.

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

He wiped the sweat from his forehead, hurriedly got out of bed to check the status of his novel, when the author's backstage opened, he stared at him, and decided... 13.

puff!

The corner of his mouth twitched, 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. After lingering on the bed for a long time, he reluctantly got up.

No matter how hard the blow is, life must go on.

He went to the toilet, washed up, had breakfast, and operated multiple lines in one go. After all, he was the strongest man, and he still had some strength.

He thought hard to code out a chapter, and published it again. Since it was first released, he decided to update ten chapters, so he devoted himself to hard coding, and finished three chapters before noon.

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

After a morning passed, he was relieved, and he went out with his laptop in a good mood. As always, he ate at the Geji fast food restaurant. He sat in the corner where he often came,

Quiet and comfortable, you can code with confidence.

He has a bad habit of typing. He likes to read along in a low voice while typing, typing and reading a line. It is easy to be regarded as crazy.

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

After King came in to eat Geji, a man in a coat and a felt hat followed, sat down seven or eight places away from King, and chatted into the miniature walkie-talkie installed on his collar.

"Shut up, your nickname is a tracker, not a broadcaster." There was a furious roar from the other end of the walkie-talkie. If he hadn't been wearing earphones, the entire Cheung Geki would have heard this anger.

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

"This Malatang is going to kill me." In a noodle restaurant next to Qiangeji, a well-dressed successful man in a suit and leather shoes is eating Malatang bitterly. He is the boss in the mouth 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 is responsible to the boss.

She glanced at the few people around, giggled, and said coquettishly like a couple, "If you don't like Mala Tang, you can replace it with beef noodles. Don't be so angry, it will affect your work mood later."

The boss eats spicy soup with his head depressed, and looks up to flirt with the camera from time to time, but every sentence of love has meaning in his words.

After a while, the camera suddenly touched his ear, and after listening quietly for a while, Fang said affectionately: "Honey, my family called just now, and they are going to slaughter the chicken I gave you as a body."

The boss's eyes lit up slightly, and he smiled wickedly, "Okay, I like you to eat chicken for me, but..." He said seriously: "To make chicken soup, you need to prepare the seasoning, I'll call home and tell them. "I immediately got up and took out my mobile phone and went out to make a call.

"Attention tracker, attention tracker, the handcuffs, fishing nets, electric shock batons and explosion-proof bucklers of the death squad are about to come in, you pay attention to King's situation, and report immediately if you find anything wrong."

The tracker lowered his head and pretended to drink Coca-Cola, and took the opportunity to answer in a low voice on the intercom near his collar, "Tracker received." Then he raised his head and glanced at King intentionally or unintentionally.

In the next half an hour, four muscular men wearing big toad glasses, peaked caps, masks, or blowing bubble gum walked in, sat down around King in tacit understanding, and vaguely completed the speech to King. Surrounded.

The tracker saw that the group of dead men had already sat down. King was fine and was still enjoying his last lunch. He immediately reported in a low voice, "Boss, the group of dead men is in place."

In the noodle restaurant, the camera smiled slightly and said softly to the boss, "Husband, the chicken is already in the pot, when 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 it takes a long time to simmer on low heat. Please don't worry and be patient."