I, who was killing God, became a knife crusher

Chapter 1130 Coke: How about my American Iai Slash?

"Really? Really? Then Commander, do you prefer the more relaxed version of yourself, or the one who is spoiled by us?"

Coke asked.

"Well, you guys look so happy that my mood will naturally improve, so just let it go. If you want to act cute, then act cute. If you want to be lazy and do nothing together, then do nothing together. There's no need to change what you want to do just because of what I like."

Moyin answered.

"So you're welcome to act spoiled and willful?"

"You can understand that."

"Great! Then I'm going to sit on the commander's lap and let him feed me ramen!"

While speaking, Cola had already taken action. He nimbly crawled into Moyin's arms, sat on Moyin's legs, opened his little mouth, and waited for Moyin to pick up some ramen and feed him.

"There's really nothing I can do about you."

Cola's behavior obviously exceeded the ordinary relationship between siblings. Many people around them had cast suspicious eyes on him and Cola, so Moyin had to cast a cognitive obstruction magic to make these people unable to recognize his and Cola's existence. Then he picked up a chopstick of ramen and put it to Cola's mouth, and Cola slurped the ramen.

"It's surprisingly good."

"After all, we don't have a chef who specializes in Japanese food at home, so we don't eat ramen very often."

Xiao Ai is in charge of all the Chinese dishes in his family, and Chuntian is in charge of Western dishes, but no one is willing to open a small shop to cook Japanese dishes like the two of them did.

Although Akagi Kaga can cook, when I accompany them on dates recently, they prefer to cook for them themselves, so the proportion of Japanese food in the Moyin Command is relatively small.

"Come again, come again~"

He picked up the can of Coke, took a big sip and asked for it.

"Okay, okay, come again."

Moyin picked up a piece of barbecued pork and ramen and fed it to Coke.

At the same time, I ordered two additional bowls of char siu ramen from the store.

After all, Coke seemed to like the appearance of the ramen very much, and there was still a long time before the plane took off, so he could enjoy the food leisurely.

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After eating ramen and playing with his phone in the terminal hall, Moyin and Coke boarded a flight to Atlanta.

At three o'clock in the morning, the flight landed in Atlanta, and Coke and Moyin got off the plane and left the airport.

"Should we find a hotel or should I drive the cognitive impairment RV?"

Moyin asked.

"I don't want any of that! I've come to the hometown of hobos, so of course I want to experience the life of a hobo~"

"hobo?"

"Homeless~"

"I know hobo means homeless, but I don't understand why you want to experience the life of a homeless person..."

Moyin asked in confusion.

He is omniscient and naturally knows the word hobo, but he can't understand why Coke wants to experience the life of a homeless person.

"Because Coke is a cowboy! And when it comes to Main Street America, aren't homeless people an indispensable part of the landscape?"

Coke said excitedly.

"Okay, okay, if you want to experience it, then go ahead, but we don't have to beg all the way to the Coca-Cola Company, do we? I am a god after all, so please spare me the begging, right?"

Moyin asked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Don't worry, the money is our own. I just want to try this lifestyle."

Coke answered.

"That's okay."

Hearing that they didn't have to beg on the streets, Moyin wandered around the streets with Kela at ease.

Before they had walked three kilometers, they passed by a hooded man named Ni, who raised his wide sleeves and pointed them at Moyin.

"Don't move! Hand over your money and cell phones if you don't want to die!"

Brother Ni shouted in a low voice.

"Haha... There are still robbers at this late hour, they are really dedicated. Xiao Kele, what do you want to do?"

Moyin asked with a sigh.

"Hahaha, isn't this very interesting? It's been a long time since anyone dared to rob you of your money, Commander. If you run into this kind of situation, of course you have to use the traditional American martial arts, the American Iai Stand, to defeat him."

Coke instantly took out his branded weapon, the Colt revolver, from the space bag.

Seeing Coke taking out a gun, Brother Ni became obviously nervous and was about to raise his hand to hit Coke when six gunshots were heard.

Brother Ni didn't even have time to feel the pain before his fat body, as big as a mountain, collapsed to the ground.

There were bullet holes in his eyes, throat, heart and kidneys, from which blood was constantly oozing out.

"Commander, how about my American Iai Slash?"

Cola asked with a little pride as he took out a few bullets, threw them into the air, flicked away the shells and replaced them with new bullets.

"He is fast, accurate and ruthless. He also empties the magazine, the essence of the American Iai Slash. He must be the best American Iai Slash expert in this land of America."

Moyin praised without hesitation.

"Oh, the commander hasn't even made a move yet, yet you're praising me like that~ If the commander were to come, he wouldn't be any worse than me."

Coke said in a good mood, holding his face.

"Every man has his own merits and demerits. I am certainly no match for you in revolver shooting."

Moyin said modestly.

"Hahahaha, let's get out of here first. The gunshots might attract the police. Although we are acting in self-defense, I don't want to chat and drink coffee with the police."

Coke said with a grin.

"Ah."

Moyin nodded, and then the two of them quickly left the scene of death.

More than an hour later, Moyin and Coke saw a place where about seven or eight homeless people gathered. Some of them were sleeping in the corner wrapped in a torn quilt, while a few were drinking and eating some stale salads and hot dogs.

"It's really surprising that they have money to buy wine and food."

Coke whispered to Moyin.

"The food was most likely picked up from the trash can. In Europe and the United States, the handling of overnight food is very strict. Food that cannot be sold on the same day must be thrown away, otherwise there will be a high fine, so those salads and hot dogs must have been picked up from the trash can."

"As for alcohol, some of these people who are homeless are because of alcohol. These people are willing to do anything for a sip of alcohol, stealing, robbing, begging, giving up their dignity and everything, so it's not too surprising that they can get a bottle of wine."

Moyin began to analyze.

At this time, several homeless people who were drinking under the street lights also noticed the gaze of Moyin and Coke.

One of the drunk homeless men suddenly stood up and walked over.

"What are you looking at! Go away! You are not welcome here!"

The homeless man cursed and yelled.

"Well, my sister and I have also started sleeping on the streets since yesterday. In fact, we are the same as you, both homeless."

　Moyin explained with a smile on his face.

"Oh! You are kidding me! I can tell from my nose that you are not a homeless person at all! You don't smell like someone who has suffered a great blow, lost his family and been kicked out by the landlord. You are just a little devil who wants to spy on our lives! Get out of here now! Otherwise, I will throw garbage on you!"

The homeless man yelled while drunk.

"Okay, okay, let's go, little Coke?"

Moyin didn't quite understand what the so-called major blow smelled like, but looking at the homeless man's confident expression, he knew that he would not be able to fool these homeless men.

"Well, let's get out of here."

Kele took Moyin's hand and returned to the street and continued wandering.

"Humph, you just know how to make fun of poor people like us, bah!"

The tramp cursed and spat, then went back to drinking with his companions.

"It seems that it is difficult to deceive these homeless people. Do you want me to use cognitive impairment to make the homeless people we meet next time regard us as companions?"

Moyin asked.

"Cheating is prohibited! How can we experience the cultural customs of Hobo if we do that?"

Cola crossed his arms seriously and made an X with his hands. Looking at Cola's cute appearance, Moyin couldn't help laughing.

"Okay, okay, as long as you are happy, I am just being casual."

"Yeah! Let's keep going. I think we just ran into an unfriendly hobo. If we keep going, we might run into a friendly hobo."

Coke said excitedly.

Three hours later.

As the sky gradually brightened, the expression on Coke's face became a little gloomy.

During these three hours, she and Moyin met a total of five groups of homeless people, but without exception, they were rejected by these homeless people to join their group. The reason for the rejection was very simple, that is, Moyin and Kele were not homeless people at all.

Although there is no obvious difference between the two in terms of clothing, and homeless people also wear normal clothes, all homeless people can recognize at a glance that Moyin and Coke are not real homeless people.

"What should we do now? Should we keep working hard? The navigation shows that the Coca-Cola Company is still more than 30 kilometers away, so there is still room for improvement."

Moyin asked.

"Forget it. I feel like if we keep trying we'll be recognized. After all, we're not homeless people. We might as well buy some food and approach the homeless people as if they were helping us. I'll be satisfied with just a chat. Anyway, the main event is at the Coca-Cola headquarters, and experiencing the life of a hobo is just a little entertainment before they go to work."

Coke started talking.