Chapter 1286: Exploring the Wilderness (1)

The next morning, as soon as Albert awoke his eyes, he heard something strange in the living room.

Oh no! Thieves or assassins?!

The slot jumped up from the bed alertly, grabbed the blade of his weapon, and rushed out without getting dressed.

However, this is not the case. The strange noise actually came from a certain cat, Mutter.

It was still early in the morning, but the cat man boy had already gotten up early, and he was exercising in the gym wearing only a pair of pants. He pedaled frantically on the exercise bike with his two slightly slender kitten legs, and the hissing sound came from the bike's gears.

But Mutter's fitness isn't the thing that Albert cares about the most. What worries Al the most is actually Mutter's two restless cat paws, which are busy all the time.

"Oh my God. The tiger couldn't help glaring at the cat-man boy and exclaimed, "What kind of meow monster are you, some kind of snake meow?" Albert's complaint was not an exaggeration, it should be said that it was overly accurate.

Because of Mutter's two "restless" cat paws, one of which was reaching twenty yards from the gym room, was holding a pan and frying eggs, while Mutter's other paw was already on the sofa in the living room, holding a rag with a strong smell of disinfectant, wiping and disinfecting the protective gear used in American football.

So Mutter was working out on his exercise bike, cooking breakfast on the other, and washing his armor with one hand. Looking at such a strange scene in front of him, Albert didn't know where to start complaining.

"Huhu, are you sleepy?" Mutt sneered disapprovingly: "I told you a long time ago, my physique is so special." Isn't it rare for a cat man to stretch out his arms? I've never seen it. At least not for housework. Albert said bluntly: "The technique of making the limbs stretch is the same as the [madness] and [beast transformation], which requires long-term training to practice, and it requires a high degree of concentration to launch, which is not so easy to control." The average cat-man warrior can use [elongation] in battle for a while, and even more so if you're so single-minded—" Albert couldn't help but glance at Mutter's outstretched arms again. He couldn't help but wonder why Mutt's arms were stretched so long, and why he could still move with strength. What the hell is the principle of this? The muscles of humanoids are supposed to be attached to the joints, relying on diastolic contractions to generate power, instead of being like this, writhing freely like snakes.

Could it be that Mutter's arm bones never healed, but were broken into pieces, like the vertebrae of a snake?--Albert shuddered at the thought of this.

"Hey, why do you keep looking at me like a monster?" Mutter was a little upset by Albert's staring, and withdrew his arm that was making breakfast while bringing a plate of breakfast to Albert, "Don't look at it, eat your breakfast." The tiger scratched his head and took the plate a little bewildered. There is a poached egg fried just right, the yolk is still flowing, and it is coagulated by the coagulated white protein, showing a jelly-like elasticity. There are two sausages on the plate, which are just hot, exuding an enticing aroma, and their crispy crusts become crystal clear under the fine pan-frying, which makes people drool when they look at it.

The tiger reluctantly walked to the living room sofa and sat down to eat at the coffee table. But his eyes involuntarily glanced at the protective gear next to the couch, and Mutt's other hand was still wiping the protective gear. The cat boy's fingers are very dexterous, and by pinching the corner of the rag with his fingers, he can go deep into every dirty corner and crevice of the protective gear to clean up the sweat and oil.

"This is my armor meow?" Albert judged from the size of the armor that it could not belong to Mutter.

"Yes," Mutter replied angrily, "you slept in your sleep yesterday after exercising, and the protective gear was not cleaned at all." There's still a game today, and time is pressing, so I'll be merciful and help you clean up. But the rest of the protective gear can be washed for you, except for the crotch guard, please clean it yourself, okay? That thing must still be stained with bacteria from a certain part of your game yesterday, it's so disgusting, I don't want to touch it. "Hehe-" Albert smiled perfunctorily, "Okay, I'll wash up as soon as I'm done with breakfast." When does the game start?" "Nine o'clock in the morning. Continuing to pedal on the exercise bike, Mutter replied without emotion: "It's only six o'clock, and you still have three hours to get ready - oh no, we're visiting Ghana today, and it's an hour's sand boat ride to get to the venue." At eight o'clock sharp, you have to go to the Cairo Grand Casino to meet. "Good. Albert replied absentmindedly, chewing on the sausage. Just as wonderful as it looks like, the hot dog sausages perfectly flavored with black pepper are fried under the right heat until the outer layer is crunchy and the inner layer is soft and smooth, and the moment you enter the mouth, it is already a double taste shock, and the taste can be described as "dreamy" when chewed carefully.

This kid is really good at cooking, and he can even make such a delicious breakfast with one hand, which is simply amazing. Albert was secretly glad that he would be able to enjoy it in the future.

"Don't forget your protein drink. Unexpectedly, with his stretched cat paws, Mutter took the strange-tasting drink from the refrigerator and handed it to Albert.

"Well, this-" Albert, who was enjoying a delicious breakfast, recalled the strange taste of protein drinks, and suddenly became a little unappetizing: "You can't help but drink meow?" "You had a fierce game yesterday, and your physical energy was huge. Mutt smiled evilly and persuaded, "And this is not only to replenish the consumed, but also to make the body stronger." Don't say more, bitter medicine, you drink it quickly. "Tsk. The tiger snorted, quickly swept away his breakfast, and then picked up the bottle that was densely covered with strange Egyptian scripts, and poured the milky drink into his stomach.

It tastes so weird, I feel weird every time I drink it. Although it is not unpleasant, this salty, sticky thing is like drinking thick phlegm when it slides into the throat, and there is an indescribable nausea. Coupled with the faint but lingering fishy smell, Albert almost smoked out the breakfast he had just eaten.

The tiger man finally drank the protein drink, hurriedly rushed to pour a glass of water and rinsed his mouth, and finally rushed all the strange feeling in his throat into his stomach.

"I can't believe you athletes can drink this. The tiger took a breath and immediately began to complain: "If I were to drink this expired milk-like thing every day, I would really rather die." "You're the only one who wants to drink this," Mutter muttered under his breath.

"What do you mean?" the tiger was some distance away from the cat-man boy, and he didn't hear Mutt's complaints.

"Nothing, nothing. The cat-man boy hurriedly withdrew his hand to wipe the protective gear: "Your armor has also been cleaned, except for one of them." "Hmph, I understand. Tiger pulled out the last piece of protective gear from his sports bag that hadn't been cleaned, the crotch guard he had worn yesterday.

But it doesn't look dirty.

The tiger couldn't help but sniff curiously, it wasn't that bad, although there was a faint smell of sweat. Albert's own sweat smell was not light, he had just sweated after a strenuous exercise yesterday, and he immediately lay down in bed and went to sleep. After covering it all night, the smell on his body is definitely not much better than this crotch guard.

"I'm going to take a shower anyway, so I'll take this one by the way. The tiger took the crotch guard into the bathroom, and before he could go in, he took off all his pants: "Yo, this bathroom is so luxurious, and the bathtub is still inlaid with gold!-" Mutter looked at Albert from afar, and the tiger's ecstatic posture of swagging his bare ass and tail into the bathroom could not help but evoke a contemptuous smile from the cat-man boy.

At the same time (?), Great Britain, Vivien's Institute.

Palamides suddenly woke up from his dream, opened his eyes and looked at the alarm clock at the bedside, and found that it was just after four o'clock in the morning.

The big cat wanted to get another night's sleep, but he found that his pillow was empty, and his wife, Vivien, had already woken up and left the bedroom.

The "Vivien" leopard warrior scratched his head and got out of bed. He knew very well that his wife was a workaholic, and if she woke up early and disappeared, the only reasonable explanation was that she suddenly thought of a good idea and ran to the real yàn room to do it.

The big cat casually picked up a dressing gown and put it on, yawned and walked out of the bedroom to find his wife.

Vivien's secret research facility sits underground, with an artificial lake made of holograms. He was so bewildering and obscured from the sun that it was impossible for the morning sun to shine through the window into their bedroom. Instead, there is a constant weather synchronization lighting system throughout the institute, which changes with the intensity of the light outside, simulating the morning light from the outside world with the light from the ceiling of the corridor. It's past four o'clock in the morning, which happens to be the darkest time of the morning, so you can imagine how dark the corridor can be.

The big cat who had just woken up was a little uncomfortable with this kind of darkness, so he could only use his hands to touch everything in the corridor, and he just touched something.

That is, some kind of soft, warm spherical thing?

A feeling of pleasure came over Palamides, who was also a man. But he could tell from the feel and size of the grasp just now that it was not his wife's belongings. And there are currently two women in this research institute, either Vivien or it must be!

Thinking of this, the big cat couldn't help but sigh badly!

"Whoa, a