He lives on another planet and is majoring in Earth Science.

Chapter 138 Replicating Li Ji's Operation, Facing the Chairman of the Alien Council Again

Sha Bao looked at the tall metal box in front of him, its exterior painted in various colors.

Behind the transparent glass, lights shone, and rows of aluminum cans were neatly arranged.

"what is this?"

"A vending machine. It seems to still be running. I can't believe someone's restocking it even though the town is abandoned. How strange."

"What are you selling? Nuclear materials?"

Shark spoke terrifying words in a calm tone.

Why would you have such a dangerous idea?

Suddenly, Delulu jumped out and shouted excitedly, "I know, they're selling girls' butts, meow!"

Lee Ki's pupils dilated: "Can you please stop browsing those shady forums? They sell drinks there!"

Dailu frowned: "Damn it, this machine is selling drinks, meow."

"None of them would sell a young girl's butt! Why do you look so disappointed?"

Li Ji looked at the vending machine with a headache; it even had the Alipay logo on it.

"Let's have a drink then."

Li Ji took out his phone, but it showed no signal.

"Is it because the signal wasn't re-established in the evacuation zone?"

Meanwhile, Mickey stood at the deserted station entrance, watching his frozen live stream feed.

"Terry, do you have a signal?"

Terry Wang turned on his phone, but it also showed no signal.

"If we can't broadcast it live, then we'll have to record it."

Mickey took an action camera out of his backpack and clipped it to his chest.

"I hope to capture a picture of a nuclear mutated organism, so that the plane ticket I bought with my mother's retirement savings won't be in vain."

Terry Wong stared blankly ahead: "Hey, Mickey, look!"

Two strange people came along the road in front of the station, heading towards the sea.

They were all white.

The man on the left has a head full of dreadlocks, and strangely enough, his dreadlocks can walk.

He was suspended in mid-air, walking on the ground with his six dreadlocks.

The person on the right is even more bizarre, with both feet dangling in the air, their length extremely short, almost nonexistent.

He supported himself by walking with a pair of extremely thick, muscular arms, as thick as the boom of an excavator.

Two bulging eyes looked to the sides.

His hairstyle was also very strange.

In the middle is a tall mohawk, and on the sides are two thin pigtails that drag on the ground.

The strangest thing is the circle of whiskers around his mouth; they can all move!
The American guys were stunned.

Mickey: "Mutants?"

Terry: "Aliens!!!"

Terry Wong started walking forward, and Mickey grabbed him by the back of the collar.

"What do you want to do?"

"I want to interview aliens and establish diplomatic relations with them."

"Are you crazy?! That's a mutant. If you get bitten, you'll mutate too."

"What mutants? You have to believe in science. Humans can't become like that. They must be aliens."

Terry Wong shook off Mickey and charged forward.

Mickey gritted his teeth and went up anyway: "God help me, don't let me mutate after I get bitten!"

Terry Wong rushed forward excitedly, extending his thin arm: "Hello, I am Terry Wong, the president of the Earth Extraterrestrial Council and its North American head. Are you aliens?"

Magic and Shrimp Pupu exchanged a confused glance.

One walks on his hands, the other strolls with dreadlocks.

How could anyone see through our flawless, earth-shattering behavior patterns, which are even more authentic than those of Earthlings?

Their hearts skipped a beat.

The other party's name is very well-known.

They had heard of this name when they watched Li Ji's teaching videos in class.

That name that strikes fear into everyone's heart—Terry Wong, Chairman of the Earth Extraterrestrial Council and head of North America. He truly lives up to his reputation as the person on Earth who knows extraterrestrials best; he was able to see right through our flawless mimicry.

What a formidable opponent! If I fall into their hands, I'm doomed.

The two were stunned on the spot, trying to recall Li Ji's actions with their still-frozen brains.

"Mickey, why aren't they saying anything?"

"They are indigenous people, how could they possibly understand what you are saying?"

"They are white!"

"This is skin bleaching caused by nuclear radiation!"

Mickey took off the camera, his legs tucked into a V-shape, bouncing gently, ready to run away at any moment.

He stretched his arm out as far as he could and carefully aimed the camera at the other person.

He muttered to himself, stammering.

"Brothers, I've filmed the mutants for you. I knew the Japanese were suspicious; they've been hiding too much of the truth."

"They dared to bomb Hiroshima with nuclear weapons back then, and now they dare to create mutants in Fukushima."

Mickey pulled Terry Wong along: "We're done filming, let's go."

"No, I haven't established diplomatic relations with them yet."

Suddenly, the magician's body trembled, and a foolish smile appeared on his face. He reached down to touch his lower back.

He remembered that Li Ji had pulled out a pistol, but what could he do if he didn't have a pistol?
With a "snap," he broke off a dreadlock.

The two Americans were astonished. Having grown up in Los Santos, they had never seen anyone's dreadlocks get so stiff.

Magic pressed his dreadlocks against Terry Wong's forehead.

He mimicked Li Ji's voice from his memory, saying, "What aliens?! Are you out of your mind? Did you read too many science fiction novels?"

"Do you understand what you're doing? According to the Castle Law, you've trespassed on my territory, and I have the right to kill you now."

The American brothers looked at each other in bewilderment.

Does Japan also have a Castle Law?
Is this main road also private property?

Can dreadlocks really kill someone?
Terry Wang felt like he'd heard these lines somewhere before.

I can't remember it for the time being.

According to the magic's memory, at this point, Terry Wong would ask, "Are you from Earth?"

Then you continue with the next sentence.

But Terry Wong remained silent, and the magic grew increasingly frantic, his forced smile trembling.

He didn't know if he could continue speaking along with Lee Ki's lines if the other person didn't respond.

He dared not change a single word, after all, it was Li Ji's brilliant move to defeat the chairman of the alien council, and any changes he made might greatly reduce the effect.

The four people stood there, looking at each other, none of them saying a word.

Suddenly, Xia Pupu turned its head and glared at Terry Wang with its right eye, its face turned towards the empty wasteland.

"Nonsense! Which of us looks more like an alien?"

"who are you talking to?"

The American guys were even more confused.

The man was facing the air, spouting illogical things, his mustache twitching.

"I'll give you one minute to go back to where you came from, or I'll kill you."

"Are we letting the ghosts go, or are we going back to America?"

"What are you standing there for? Run!" Shrimp Pupu grabbed the dreadlocks in Magic's hand, pointed them to the sky, and added his own sound effects, "Bang—"

Mickey grabbed Terry Wong and ran.

"What are you running for?"

"Haven't you figured it out yet? These are US troops stationed in Japan who have been contaminated by nuclear radiation and mutated. Their brains aren't working properly anymore. If they go berserk and bite us, we'll all mutate too!"

"The US government is despicable for hiding the truth. I'm going to expose them when I get back! I'm a lone hero. If I get shot in the back and commit suicide, you have to testify for me!"

The seafood brothers breathed a sigh of relief as they watched each other run away in a hurry.

"As expected of Li Ji, his methods are truly effective."

"Luckily, the original form wasn't seen."

Magic tossed the dreadlocks to the side of the road: "Go, stay on Earth, with my longing."

Ten minutes later, Li Ji stared at the two-meter-long, stiff dreadlocks on the ground and fell into deep thought.

(End of this chapter)