Electronic Nezha

Chapter 121 Smashing Fish
Good news: The chubby guy and his friends are definitely not with the weirdo.

Bad news: The chubby guy and his friends can't beat the monster.

Good news: The chubby kid has a gun!
Bad news: Bullets can't hit the weirdo.

Have you noticed that the good news and bad news above are almost the same when reversed, because I don't know who the good guys and bad guys are...?

The bullet tore a long gash in the strange man's sweater, revealing scale-like armor underneath. The strange man swallowed the pistol without using it, gulping it down.

This was a chaotic mess, a hundred times more absurd than the dream I had when the Queen hypnotized me.

"Master, run! You can't beat him!" Yuan Yuan cried out.

Finally, I devised a simple way to distinguish friend from foe: whoever intends to harm Yuan Yuan is the bad guy.

However, the situation on the field left me no time to think. The weirdo headbutted the man with the scar on the back of his hand, sending him tumbling, and then swept his companion off the building with a double leg sweep.

"Shark!" the other three shouted. This must be the code name of the guy with the buzz cut who fell down the building.

The chubby boy yelled at me, "Liu Chuanfeng, blow the whistle!"

This was a very effective reminder. Before, I was preoccupied with the idea of ​​using a cell phone bomb to wipe them all out, and I completely forgot about this. Hao Hao should be nearby!
I reached down to touch my lower back, but to my surprise, the door opened in front of me, and the strange man stared at me with dead fish eyes, his tongue suddenly sticking out.

clang--

A metallic sound rang out—the sound of his tongue striking the cleaver. Luckily, I had the cleaver tucked into my waistband. Even so, his tongue attack was like a professional boxer's powerful punch, sending me staggering backward. My vision blurred, and I felt nauseous. I held the whistle in my hand, but I didn't have the strength to even utter a curse, let alone blow it.

"Give it to me! Give me the whistle!" the chubby boy shouted at me again.

To give it or not to give it, that is the question. The whistle is my only trump card right now. Giving it away when friend or foe is still uncertain is tantamount to handing over my life and fortune to someone else.

I decided to take a gamble, and with my last bit of strength, I threw the whistle to the chubby boy.

The strange man's tongue shot out again, about to stick the whistle away, when the last comrade who was still standing next to the fat guy stepped forward to block the whistle, and then I watched helplessly as he was also knocked into the air.

The scene was somewhat tragic, and to my shame, I threw the whistle at an angle. The classic scene at this moment should have been: my comrade falling in slow motion, and the chubby guy catching the whistle with tears in his eyes and putting it to his lips.

What actually happened was this: the whistle didn't slide out of its perfect arc before falling to the ground. The chubby boy did a forward roll to pick it up, but the monster's tongue stuck back onto the whistle. Having learned his lesson from losing his gun, the chubby boy gripped the whistle tightly with both hands this time. The monster's tongue snapped back, pulling the whistle and the chubby boy face to face.

The tongue is normally inside the mouth, so what happened next was that the monster's tongue mostly retracted into his mouth, the whistle got stuck near his mouth, and the chubby guy was also stuck...

Their eyes met, and without hesitation, the chubby boy leaned in and whistled wildly. The scene looked very strange! It looked like two people were kissing.

"beep--"

A deafening whistle rang out, and the strange man was clearly taken aback.

I knelt on the ground, clutching my stomach, and reminded the chubby boy in a weak voice, "You're blowing it like that... that's not right."

The correct way to play is to produce a sound that resembles "hao hao - hao hao -".

The chubby boy definitely didn't hear what I said, but he seems to have an amazing memory, and the next second he produced the effect I described.

Hao Hao—Hao Hao—

The morning sun was blazing. I knelt on the 7th-floor rooftop, looking down from above. In a daze, I saw a figure swiftly leaping across rooftops and ridges. In a few bounds, he was nearby. Judging from those long legs and waist, it was undoubtedly Hao Hao. The reason I say this is because Hao Hao's upper body was tucked into a huge, greasy cardboard box, which was my and Lao Wang's table...

The cardboard box flew downstairs quickly, and the chubby boy shouted at the top of his lungs, "On the roof!" The strange man's legs sprang up, and the chubby boy was sent flying. He lost his whistle, but he was quick-witted and grabbed Yuanyuan in the instant he was knocked away.

Good news: Yuan Yuan has broken free from the monster's control.

Bad news: She ended up in the fat boy's hands.

Good news: Hao Hao is here.

Bad news: I don't know if he can beat the monster.

Hao Hao stepped over the security bars and windowsills of each floor, approaching the rooftop as if ascending. When he reached the fifth or sixth floor, he carried another person in his arms, one of the unconscious men with short hair. This man was lucky; he was hanging on the air conditioner unit.

Hao Hao climbed the stairs as if stepping up a staircase, threw the person he was carrying to the ground, then ran to me and squatted down, asking, "Brother Feng! How are you?"

I was wondering how he saw the way, until I realized he had cut two holes in the cardboard box to make eyes, which at first glance looked a bit like a lion's head from a lion dance.

At that moment, I felt a sharp pain in my abdomen, along with dizziness and a throbbing headache. I pointed at the strange man and shouted, "Hit him!"

"Alright!" Hao Hao didn't waste any words and got up, ready to fight.

I grabbed him again: "Whether we win or not... we have to get Yuanyuan back."

Who is Yuan Yuan?

The chubby boy, holding Yuan Yuan's head, got up from the ground and said, "This is probably Yuan Yuan. I'll keep it safe for you."

Hao Hao was about to get up again, but I grabbed him and reminded him, "The cardboard box... just leave it there."

"Okay." Hao Hao threw down the cardboard box, took a few steps, turned back and asked me, "Brother, do we want it alive or dead?"

I'm too weak to speak.

The chubby boy said, "Don't be so arrogant. I know you know a little kung fu, but this ugly thing isn't an ordinary person. You have to watch out for his tongue and legs."

The man with the short haircut and a scar on the back of his hand sat on the ground with his legs spread apart, panting, "There's still a head." Of the four, only the two of them remained conscious.

Hao Hao stopped talking and quickly walked towards the strange man.

The strange man's dead fish eyes remained expressionless. When Hao Hao was still four or five meters away from him, his body suddenly sprang up again without warning, crashing into his opponent like a sumo wrestler in an arcade game.

Just as the strange man's head was about to collide with Hao Hao's chest, Hao Hao timed the distance perfectly and kicked him in the abdomen. The strange man's body suddenly curled up in the air and then fell to the ground with a "thud." He then bounced a few times like a fish struggling in a frying pan before regaining his footing.

The short-haired man with a scar on the back of his hand spoke in a tone that was both wry and admiring: "Master!"

The strange man leaped up again, but this time backward, his tongue shooting out as he stood in mid-air.

Whoosh!
There was no doubt that his tongue possessed the speed and power of a bullet. The three of us who were still conscious were in our throats. Could we subdue this monster? Headbutts didn't count; the tongue was the key!
Hao Hao grabbed his tongue and swung it around, throwing it to the ground.

"Snapped!"

You've bought live fish at the supermarket, right? You've heard the sound of a fish falling to the ground—it's exactly the same.

My heart was completely at peace, and then, quite pathetically, I fainted.

(End of this chapter)