Marvel Salted Fish Kryptonian

Unfortunately, Henry stopped again after only taking a few steps because of a piece of news that interested him.

Chapter 225: The Bounty Mission That Went Wrong

A black male concierge from the Continental Hotel came up to Moonee Fisher and whispered, "Manager, there's a problem in the lobby."

Even though she was speaking in a low voice, people with sharp ears could still hear her because Moonee Fisher didn't like people getting too close to her. If she wanted to lower her voice further, she would have to get closer.

The current volume and distance, after being tested by countless concierge staff at mainland hotels, are the limits of what this lady can tolerate.

If I whisper any quieter, the lady won't hear me. If I get any closer, the fertilizer for the flowerbed will be there. Plants don't care whether the fertilizer tastes like chocolate or milk.

The downside is that it's difficult for the management of the Continental Hotel in Los Angeles to keep secrets. Any signs will be noticed by those nearby who are more observant. These people who "hear" will involuntarily be involved in the events they hear...

So it is difficult to say whether this behavior was intentional on the part of Muni Fisher.

Henry was one of the fish that took the bait. However, he wasn't a contract gunman, just a medical service provider. So when the police caught him, trouble usually didn't fall on him.

On the other hand, apart from the time I was locked in the basement, I've been in this world for three or four years now. At first, I wanted to avoid things and live a life of mediocrity, but now I've learned to join in the fun.

It's like my inherent nature. If I don't go and see the excitement, I'd be doing myself a disservice. Even if I just watch from afar, it's fine.

Hearing about the trouble on her territory, Mu Ni couldn't continue to pretend to be indifferent. She frowned slightly and asked, "What's going on?"

"Is there a problem with the reward for that tiger?"

"What could be the problem? The bounty wasn't paid? Or the tiger died?" Muni Fisher asked as she walked towards the lobby.

A few curious people followed quietly, and Henry, seemingly casually, followed the crowd. At the same time, he took the time to ask a familiar face nearby who also loved the fun. "Hey, does the Continental Hotel still accept this kind of business? I thought it was all—"

Henry didn't say it explicitly, but he made a pistol with his fingers, put the gun to his own temple and fired a shot.

The person being questioned replied, "How do you know what those rich people are thinking? As long as they can offer the money and someone is willing to do it, the hotel won't care, even if it means exposing your private parts in the street. They just want to post a reward at the hotel, with a minimum reward of 100,000."

Well, mainland hotels are just intermediary platforms that use money as a dividing line. They won't pay attention to anything that requires a reward.

It seems I can study the bounty list. Maybe there are some unique tasks I can take on to earn some extra money. Henry thought so.

The black concierge followed Ms. Fisher and explained, "The bounty was paid in full to the hotel's deposit when the bounty was posted. Once the contractor is confirmed to have completed the task, the bounty will be paid."

"The mission goal is to capture alive tiger cubs under one year old, regardless of gender. That part is certainly no problem. The problem is that the person who posted the bounty is dead, and there's no one to take the tigers..."

Munira asked in a high voice: "Dead! How did he die? Who did it?"

"I heard he went buffalo hunting in Africa and got gored by a horn. He died of infection because he didn't get medical help in time."

...Strange people often die in strange ways, and this is nothing new. Don't assume that all wealthy people die of old age and have grand funerals. Many of their deaths and aftermath are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Has anyone ever heard of a patriarch of a prominent family whose body was kept unburied for more than ten years after his death?

But the problem had to be resolved, so Mu Ni asked, "Where are the family members of the person who put the bounty? Just send the tiger over there."

"The family of the man who put the bounty won't accept it. They don't want the bounty lifted or the money recovered, but they don't want the tiger either. They want us to do with it as we please."

This kind of situation has happened before. Anyway, the mission objective has been completed, and if the person who put the bounty wants to cancel the mission, the Continental Hotel will not obediently return the reward, but will pay it out.

Don't say that the rich are the boss. The tasks offered by the mainland hotel at the meeting are either life-threatening or risking one's life.

Those contract gunmen paid an untold price to complete a mission. When they came to claim the reward, they were told the mission was canceled and the bounty was no longer payable. Guess who's going to go crazy?

If you let an armed killer go crazy, who will be the one who suffers the most? Do they really think these people are just ordinary company slaves, just going to do whatever the management says? Do these other bosses, with their power and influence, mean they are invincible?

After similar incidents happened several times, the Continental Hotel knew whose side it should consider when something like this happened.

Do you really think they can clean up the mess without any effort? Those guys who think they are rich, if they offend them, then so be it. Who dares to cause trouble for the hotel?

If the issuer cancels a bounty on a specific item, the item won't be returned, and the money won't be refunded. At most, the item will be dumped in a warehouse. If it's valuable, they'll find another buyer.

But... the tiger is alive! How could such a thing be left in a warehouse? It can't be kept in a mainland hotel.

Regardless, tigers, as one of the top predators on Earth, cannot be bred casually. Even without considering the legality of the issue, the cost of a qualified breeder, breeding grounds, and feed is a huge expense.

Not to mention that California doesn't care about this at all. As long as the animals don't hurt people, there's no law against someone turning their home into a zoo.

Or perhaps they abused the tiger by locking it in a small cage and feeding it just enough meat for three meals a day until it couldn't bear it anymore. Or perhaps they euthanized it directly?

Muni Fisher, who encountered this kind of thing for the first time, was already considering the classic practice of the island country across the ocean, which was to seal the barrel with cement and sink it into the sea.

Entering the lobby, I saw a group of people gathered around something, chattering. Seeing the hotel manager, Muni Fisher, approaching, everyone consciously parted ways.

As expected, the creature being watched by the crowd was a tiger cub trapped in a cage. Although it was called a juvenile, the cub was actually larger than many small, adult dogs and appeared to have been weaned, meaning it was at least two months old.

It's hard to say how much it weighs, a dog of similar size would weigh close to ten kilograms. This tiger cub would only be heavier, not lighter.

Most importantly, no matter what kind of animal cubs, they all have a certain allure that draws people in. At least after Muni locked eyes with the tiger cub, her thoughts of sinking into the sea of ​​cement were gone.

She asked, "Where is the person who brought this tiger?"

The black concierge asked the others, then awkwardly replied to his manager, "It seems the man took the bounty and ran away."

"Walter! Who is it? Can we get him back?"

"It seems like a poacher from out of town who heard the news and came to Los Angeles to take up the reward."

This left Muni Fisher speechless. She was even more speechless when she looked into the tiger cub's adorable eyes.

Thanks to Jijing Defeng for the reward

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Chapter 226 Adopting a Pet

"If no one wants it, just raise it for me."

A single stone stirs up a thousand waves! People gather here to watch, of course, because it is rare to see tiger cubs, so they come to see them out of curiosity.

But who would want to keep a tiger at home?

The most famous tiger owner is the former heavyweight boxing champion Tyson, and the most commonly heard group of tiger owners are the wealthy people in the Middle East.

As Hollywood stars are the most enthusiastic about seeking their own death, few of them dare to keep such a ferocious beast at home. Do they really think they are not afraid that one day they will get high and pluck the tiger's whiskers, and then be eaten by the tiger as a snack?

So when they heard someone say he wanted to raise one, everyone turned around to look, wanting to see which brave man was so bold.

The person who spoke was none other than Henry Brown, one of the waiters at the Continental Hotel.

"Can you do it?" Muni Fisher asked intuitively.

Henry walked forward and said with a smile, "At least I'm not afraid of being bitten." Then he reached into the cage and tried to touch the little tiger.

For a tiger that has been weaned, its teeth will of course have to grow out before it can eat meat.

Since it was captured, it hasn't starved to death, but it has never had a full stomach. So when it sees something moving within the cage, it instinctively starts to chew on it!

The little tiger had no chance to know whether Kryptonian meat was tasty or not, because it couldn't chew it. Even if it was torn left and right, it could only grind its teeth like chewing on an iron bar.

Henry, unfazed, began playing with the tiger cub with his hands. He rubbed its head, which was then bitten; scratched its chin, which was then bitten again; and then pulled its whiskers, fulfilling his childhood dream, which not surprisingly led to it being bitten again.

Seeing Henry having so much fun, as if the tiger cub's teeth were the same as a kitten's, someone brave enough reached into the cage from the other side and stroked the tiger cub's waist like a cat.

Who knew that the little tiger would sense the new evil hand attacking and turn around to bite!

This time it bit him, and the person he bit screamed in pain.

In fact, Henry wanted to continue watching the show, but if a predatory animal like it had tasted human flesh, it could not be kept.

It’s not that human flesh is so delicious that the tiger would never forget it.

After tasting human flesh, the tiger's diet has expanded to include humans. Whenever it's hungry, it will naturally hunt for edible "food" nearby.

This isn't the same as simply feeding the tiger and then being fine. As long as the tiger considers humans to be 'edible' in terms of threat, it's possible that when a weaker animal provokes it, it won't kill out of hunger.

For example, a male tiger will kill a non-biological cub just to mate with a female tiger, which proves that tigers can be aggressive for reasons other than hunger.

But will humans, who have long been civilized, have long escaped from barbarism, and love to commit suicide, realize that some of their behaviors are actually a provocation to a tiger?

The act of turning your back on a ferocious beast and running away is like saying, "I'm afraid of you, please don't try to eat me." If a tiger doesn't chase such a person, it would be betraying its nature.

Therefore, the best way is to prevent this tiger cub, which has no parents to take care of it, from tasting human flesh.

Henry, who had figured it out, reached his hands into the cage and pried open the tiger's mouth so that the unlucky guy who was bitten could pull his hands out.

Fortunately, this tiger had just been weaned and was not yet accustomed to eating meat, let alone this kind of struggling meat.

So the lucky guy who was able to pull his hand out only had clear teeth marks and a little bleeding on his hand. No flesh was bitten off, and no muscles or bones were injured.

He waved his hands with a mournful look, while the others watched with amusement. But besides enjoying a good show, everyone also understood one thing: don't mistake this little tiger for a cat; its bite hurts, too. When it grows up... what will become of it?

Then everyone thought of another thing: what was this man relying on to keep tigers? It was his indestructible body. This was something no one else could compete with.

The tiger cub's cage was not locked, just a horizontal bolt. Henry didn't think much about it, opened the cage door, and took the naughty little guy out.

Judging from the weight when it was picked up, the little tiger weighed about 13 kilograms; its fur was in good condition and there were no obvious external injuries.

It struggled, but it looked weak. Apparently, the escaped poachers had made it hungry, so it instinctively gnawed at anything approaching. It simply wanted to eat.

Henry couldn't even hold this hungry little tiger in his arms, let alone hold its parents. Even if they came, Henry wouldn't care. He just stroked the struggling tiger like a cat.

After a while, as if sensing the difference in power, the tiger cub gave up and stopped struggling. Instead, its four legs drooped naturally, and it lay on Henry's arms, looking like it had lost all hope in life. Occasionally, it licked the tip of its nose with its tongue.

Henry stroked the dog while saying, "You must be hungry, little one. I'll give you something delicious later."

Then, looking at the hotel manager, Moonee Fisher, who was in charge of the decision, Henry asked, "Ms. Fisher, can you give it to me? Or do you have other uses for it?"

: What use can I have? I can't just throw it to the kitchen and ask them to make a roasted suckling tiger.

Although Muni Fisher didn't want to give away the Continental Hotel's property for nothing, she was also afraid that if she made an offer, the man would back down, and then she would lose the opportunity.

This guy doesn't even bother to haggle or haggle when doing things, which is really annoying. Asking someone to kill someone is also very simple, for Muni, it's just a matter of ordering. But...

Whether out of sympathy for the tiger cub or a desire to win over the man, Moonee Fisher finally said, "I can give you the tiger. But don't expect me to help with the food expenses."

Henry was overjoyed to receive a positive response. He rubbed his tiger head and said, "Katie, that's great. Madam agreed. Just come home with me."

Hearing this newly-minted name, Muni Fisher was speechless for a moment. She said, "You've already chosen a name. You're really quick. But I have to warn you, if you don't want to keep it anymore, you'll have to take care of it yourself. Don't bring it to me again."

"Don't worry, I'm very responsible." The tiger is full of treasures, how could Henry bear to give it to others.

If you raise an animal at home and it dies naturally, it's none of your business what to do with it. It's not like you bought it and killed it on purpose.

At this point, Henry suddenly thought of something. He lifted the tiger cub's body near its forelimbs with both hands, turned its belly toward him, and took a closer look. "Oh my! My Katie is actually a male."

This means there is no plan to change the name. On the other hand, Henry was thinking.

: Great, the tiger whip has been found.

The little tiger in his hand suddenly shuddered. He hadn't even grown up yet, and he was already being targeted by the Kryptonian bipeds. What should he do?

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Chapter 227 Core Robot

Henry took the tiger cub, Katie, home with him despite being a male tiger that had been given a feminine name. He didn't take the tiger's cage with him. The reason was simple: the car couldn't fit it.

That thing was built to the standards of a full-grown tiger, with thick iron bars and heavy weight, but it was also incredibly large. Unless it was carried in a truck, Henry's little Cadillac wouldn't even think about it.

He placed the limp tiger cub in the passenger seat, securing it slightly with the seatbelt. From its initial struggles to its current quietness, Henry, basing his judgment on veterinary reading, concluded that the cub was likely dehydrated, in addition to being hungry.

It was obvious that after the poachers captured the tiger cub, they not only did not feed it enough, but also did not give it enough water to drink.

Henry didn't stop and drove straight back to his rental house. Just before going upstairs, he was seen by old Gary, who was basking in the sun, holding the little tiger.

"Henry!" Old Gary shouted.

"Yes, Gary. What's wrong?"

"What are you holding?"

"Ah, this is the tabby cat Katie. Katie, come here and say hello, this is Gary." Henry pulled the tiger's paw and gestured to wave.

Then he added, "I know we said we couldn't have pets, but this kitten is homeless and very pitiful. Can you please make some concessions?"

Henry said this because Old Gary's principles were not that rigid. He was very tolerant of the residents of the apartment.

Of course, this was also because Henry was always prompt in paying his rent, never delaying, and would occasionally send him food, which had established a good relationship with him.

Old Gary, who was too far away to see clearly, waved his hand and said, "Alright. But you have to clean up the feces yourself. Don't let it defecate or urinate in the corridor or anywhere else."

"If someone comes to me and complains, I won't be able to make any concessions. If he starts to meow in the middle of the night, I'll have to let him go out and find another male cat. Got it?"

Old Gary mistook the little creature in Henry's arms for a female cat. Henry, of course, didn't want to explain, but agreed, "No problem. It won't cause any trouble for anyone else."

"Yeah, that's right. Just don't cause any trouble to others." Old Gary waved him off. Autumn in California always makes him drowsy.