In the evening, the blazing sunshine turns from high to low.
Students poured out of the school gate in an endless stream.
Next to the parking lot.
"Mona is that kind of person. She played with your feelings and defrauded you of two thousand dollars. We can't just let this matter go." Rust and Dean pushed their bicycles side by side and said angrily, "You should call the police. .”
Dean shook his head without hesitation.
"Then I will accompany you to the sewer tomorrow to catch her!"
"Are you sure you want to ask for leave? Are you afraid it will affect your grades?"
"We can't let my brother take risks alone!" Rust gritted his teeth, "But you should pay more attention. You have been on leave a lot these past two days. Several teachers have objections to you and plan to deduct your usual grades."
"Don't worry, I already told you that my family was robbed, and they understand." Dean looked to the east side of the school. There was a sign for a bicycle shop hanging on the street about 500 meters away. He was just there to get a tire repaired.
"In class this afternoon, I heard that some students were trying to deal with you in order to please Bob."
The two of them discussed quietly and pushed the cart along the street, but they didn't go far.
Under a row of street lights, three young men walked towards them to block their way. They had serious faces and looked very nervous.
Two particularly tall white men, one Asian, with prominent cheekbones and two shallow nasolabial folds on the side of his nose at a young age.
"I'm Karen Takei, and you're Dean?"
The Japanese man frowned and tried to look calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily. The pronunciation of l and r was quite funny. He must be a Japanese who immigrated recently.
Dean raised his chin to let him continue. His eyes turned to the two tall white men and noticed that they were hiding something with their hands behind their backs.
Dean quietly pressed the bicycle handle, while Rust held down a tin can in his schoolbag and clasped the iron ring with his index finger.
"Did you know Bob is having a birthday party at the top of Mon Carlo Mountain?"
"What does it have to do with me?"
"Bob is generous and invites all classmates to the party to have fun together. But what did you do?" The Japanese suddenly raised his voice and shouted angrily with his cheeks red, "You shamefully attacked Bob, you are a Despicable people and scum!”
"You should be ashamed and regretful!"
"You have to pay for what you did!"
Dean smiled disdainfully at Xiaozhi.
The Japanese suddenly yelled and punched him in the face.
But Dean was already prepared. He drew his neck back to avoid the fist, and at the same time pressed the bicycle frame under him with both hands and pushed forward.
puff!
The wheel hit Takei's crotch without missing a beat.
You used a special weapon (bicycle) to hit Karen Takei's lower body vitals, and your fighting proficiency +1.
A battle record flashed in the system.
Takei covered his crotch with both hands and screamed like an ugly duck!
puff!
Slide closer.
Dean followed up with a left hook that shut him up.
Two white men rushed over carrying things behind them.
A pungent smell drifted into the air.
They flicked it.
With a splash, a large piece of green paint splashed out in mid-air like a waterfall, and the green light rushed towards Dean.
Dean quickly rolled down to the ground.
Large swaths of paint hit the air, turning the ground and street light poles green.
But there were still a lot of splashes on Dean's body.
His back and the left half of his face suddenly felt cold, and he couldn't help but shake his head.
The strong white man rushed forward and kicked him on the shoulder. The force of the kick was comparable to that of a football player, causing Dean to fall backwards.
The second white man came around behind him and was about to raise his foot to attack the back of his head. Suddenly he touched the side of his face with a horrified expression and let out an earth-shattering roar, like a weak girl being surrounded by thugs!
A strong pungent smell penetrated every corner of his body like amniotic fluid.
He inhaled too much "biochemical poisonous gas" in an instant. He was dizzy and couldn't control his body. He fell to the ground and convulsed. He opened his mouth and squirted out a piece of overnight rice juice.
The white man chasing Dean turned around and saw his teammate falling to the ground miserably - turbid and viscous soup poured all over his head and face, and a long, flat herring with shiny scales was caught between his collar and neck. Suddenly, a pair of cute fish eyes widened and he issued a silent greeting.
Do I smell good?
As soon as the breeze blew, the suffocating stench immediately enveloped him.
"Ouch!"
How to describe it?
Comparable to an old toilet that hadn't been cleaned in ten years, the stench that penetrated deep into his soul made him stay in place and his whole body trembled.
Dean took the opportunity to swing his shoulder bag, and the backpack drew a wonderful arc in the air like a meteor hammer, hitting his head accurately.
You hit the enemy in the head with a special weapon (shoulder bag), combat proficiency +1 (30/100).
Dean kicked off the ground, turned his hips, twisted his waist, and raised his shoulders. A straight left punch hit his bloated belly like a cannonball. The man let out a cry of pain, curled up with bulging eyes, and Dean moved upwards like lightning. A palm cut into his trachea, and he swallowed the pain in his stomach, clutching his throat and lying on the ground.
Dean wiped the paint on the side of his face with his sleeve and looked around. In just a few seconds, the two tall white men lost their fighting power.
Takei, the only Japanese male still standing, saw that the situation was not good, endured the pain in his crotch, and limped away to the intersection. Several high school students watching the excitement at the corner shrank their heads back in fear.
Dean caught up with him in a few steps and kicked him in the back, knocking him to the ground.
He opened his fists from left to right and hit him on the back.
It wasn't until Takei was dying and he received another proficiency +1 prompt that he stopped.
At this point, all three intruders have turned into dead dogs.
"A few brats dared to sneak up on me."
Dean pinched his nose, turned around and gave a thumbs up to Rust, who was pouring herring juice into the white man's mouth.
"Good job, man!"
"The power of cans is really amazing!"
Rust looked at the empty can in his hand, with a sense of accomplishment on his face, and a smile of surprise and admiration on his lips.
"It just smells so bad, Grace will definitely scold me to death!"
Dean smiled with some satisfaction. With the blessing of Iron Man talent, this short and intense conflict hardly made him feel tired at all.
The shoulder that the big white man kicked hurt for a while and then returned to normal.
In the past, not to mention straining one's muscles and bones, at least one could recover for a while.
"Last, we'll meet at school tomorrow morning. You can go back and prepare some supplies tonight."
…
Repair the tires.
Dean and Rust went home.
"Is there paint on you? Why does it still smell strange? Did it fall into the toilet?"
Paqui, who was smoking on a deck chair in the yard, joked a few words,
"I had a fight with someone, but they were worse. I'm going to take a shower!"
Dean rushed into the bathroom and managed to wash off most of the paint on his body with olive oil and soap, but there was really no way to deal with the part on his hair, so he simply found a pair of scissors and cut it off, leaving only a finger-thick, clean and refreshing part. Short inches.
The only unfortunate thing was that no matter how many times he scrubbed it, he couldn't get rid of the smell of canned herring that he accidentally got on it.
The smell would stay with him for at least a few days.
…
"Yes, this hairstyle suits you very well. You don't look so childish after all. Ancestors bless you. Your boy has perfectly inherited all the advantages of Light and Leia's looks. He will definitely be a handsome guy in the future. But, you go to the sewers of Vegas what?"
Paqui ate a spoonful of cherry pie. There was no barbecue for Tonya and Jacob today, so he could only settle for dinner casually.
Although Dean is from China, he has no talent for cooking. He only needs to eat three meals as long as he is satisfied.
"A friend has disappeared. He used to live in the sewers. I want to take a look. Do you know anything about that place?"
"Your girlfriend?" Paquet observed his nephew's face carefully and saw that he stopped chewing. He knew what he was talking about. "If you want to go to the sewer, you can either go in through the manhole cover or go ten kilometers south of the school. You will see the interstate highway sign. After the sign, go west to find the nearest drainage outlet.”
"It's dark and damp inside. The overall structure is very similar to a New York subway station, but there are many branching points and it's easy to get lost."
"Except for the rainy season, it is not as dirty as expected in other seasons. After a little tidying up, it will be habitable. If a generator is installed, it will be no different from an ordinary house. It's just that things are easily lost."
"I heard that some criminals like to trade in the sewers?" Dean asked,
"It doesn't happen every day. If you are unlucky enough to run into it, remember to turn around and leave immediately. Don't just stand there and stare like a Cop, and take the initiative to shoot others." Paquet gave advice, "Most of the people living there are They are liars, don’t trust them easily, and don’t show too much sympathy, or you will be deceived until you lose your pants.”
Dean breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this.
"If you really plan to go, remember to wear thicker clothes so that no one can see your Chinese face, and bring enough flashlights and self-defense weapons, such as baseball bats. Also, don't explore too deeply. Are you lost? People help you. If you see a no entry sign in a tunnel, don’t confront others.”
Paqui licked the last bits of bread crumbs off his fingers, still a little worried.
"Forget it, I'll go with you personally tomorrow, or ask Jacob to accompany you! If something happens to you, I won't be able to explain to your missing parents."
"Don't worry, a classmate will go with me."
Dean flexed the muscles in his arms that were beginning to take shape.
Upon hearing this, Pa Kui's eyes slowly swept across his nephew's calm face, and he looked into his eyes without fear.
"When I came back this time, I found that you have changed so much that I almost couldn't recognize you. Is the effect of falling out of love so magical? Can a boy grow into a man quickly?"
Dean picked up the second burger from the dinner plate, stuffed it into his mouth and said casually,
"Uncle Paqui, do you think these changes are good or bad?"
"You brat, you've learned to be smart and know how to change the subject." Paqui scolded with a smile.
Dean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was finally over, and chatted about the precautions for sewer exploration.
"Dean, since you entered high school, our uncle and nephew have never sat together in the yard and talked about our inner thoughts like today. You are very similar to your father. You always hide everything in your mind and are unwilling to share it with your family. , is inconsistent with our Comanche traditions.”
"I have realized my mistake, uncle, let's have a good chat tonight." Dean accepted humbly.
Paqui laughed, the tattoo on the back of his neck sparkling. He went inside to get a case of beer and drank it with Dean's Tropicana orange juice.
He talked about Dean's deceased parents, who suddenly disappeared while traveling to his hometown in Indiana eight years ago in the summer, and the COP's investigation did not reach a conclusion.
He talked about his past service in New York.
…
Dean also curiously asked why his uncle was still single.
"People like me are naturally suited to a wandering life. I used to be young and had an unstable personality. It is difficult to settle down in one place. But this time, after I finish the work at hand, I plan to leave Nevada and maybe go back to my hometown in Indiana to hang out. .At that time, your kid will either be working or going to college, and you should know how to support yourself."
…
When the moon rises to the center of the sky.
Dean was suddenly eager to give it a try. He had just had a hearty meal, and under the influence of his Ironman talent, the food quickly turned into strong energy with nowhere to vent.
"Uncle Paqui, you have been a soldier, you must be proficient in hand-to-hand combat, right?"
"I've practiced a little, but not much. Unless I'm a professional wrestler or boxer, hand-to-hand combat is not very practical for real combat." Seeing that the other party didn't speak, Paquet started to enlighten him.
"Let me tell you a joke. Good hand-to-hand combat needs to meet the following conditions -
1You and your companions got lost
2You lost your gun
3You lost your knife too
4 You lost your belts, helmets, sapper shovels, and anything else that could be used as a weapon.
5 There is no grass growing where you are, no stone, no brick, no stick, not even sand.
6 It happens that your opponent is stupid enough to meet the above conditions.
Then you can have a great fight. "
Dean nodded after listening.
In a real life and death battle, no one will accompany you to fight with your bare hands.
But now, he needs a suitable opponent.
"Now do you understand? Instead of doing a lot of fighting training, it is better to increase vigilance and practice shooting well." Paquet changed his voice, "But if you want, you can also practice it appropriately to defend yourself in school and build up your physical fitness and shooting ability." will."
"Pacquet, can you practice with me?" Dean stood up, jumped on the spot, and stretched his muscles a few times, "Don't start too lightly or too hard."
Paquet twisted his neck and clenched his fists, and the 1.9-meter tall man suddenly became active - his legs were bent and slightly wider than his shoulders, his head was slightly lowered, and his arms were stretched forward. out,
"Be mentally prepared. The process may be a little different from what you think, but uncle is doing it for your own good and letting you understand the cruelty of reality in advance, so that you--"
The words stopped abruptly!
The black shadow like the top of the mountain rushed towards me.
The unprepared Dean's breath was stagnant. He wanted to dodge, but his body couldn't react in time, and he stood there stupidly like a stone sculpture.
boom!
Paquet hit him hard like a speeding train, and wrapped his arms around his waist like a steel vice.
boom!
Knock him down hard to the ground.
The back of his head gently tapped the grass, and Dean seemed to have a loudspeaker in his head, buzzing.
"You don't follow martial ethics and you sneak attack me?"
Dean's vision blurred and became clear again.
Opposite him, Paquet raised his finger at him contemptuously.
"Rookie, this is the first lesson. Stay vigilant at all times and don't listen to the enemy's nonsense."
