An island nine kilometers southwest of Minami no Mitsu.

Birds fly across the sea, and waves crash against the shore, raising a sparkling water.

The island is bustling with cities and the streets are bustling with people.

In the air, a little guy stood in the air, looking around with a serious expression.

He wore a long-sleeved denim jacket with a capsule company coat of arms embroidered on his shoulders, and his purple hair fluttered gently in the wind.

The criss-crossing transportation network is full of traffic.

High-rise buildings are dotted and the atmosphere is mixed.

In the midst of perception, a lot of information poured into the purple-haired boy's mind, making him a little dizzy......

"Uh......"

Sun Gohan really convinced himself, rubbed his forehead, and fell straight down with a ——,, stepping on the ground steadily.

"Really, where did that guy go?"

Sun Gohan put his fists to his waist and sighed helplessly.

"Really, don't you know how hard it is to find his qi?"

Not paying attention to the surprised eyes of the pedestrians on the side of the road, Sun Gohan estimated the guy's preferences and chose a direction to walk.

"It's good to act together, and every time you slip away and be lazy!"

Sun Gohan searched everywhere in the streets and alleys, walked into fast food restaurants, visited cafes, flew into hotel restaurants, and searched for a long time without finding any trace of his little friend.

"It's really ......"

Sun Gohan walked down the road indignantly and kicked a stone on the road.

Phew-

Stones flew out like cannonballs.

"Oops!"

Sun Gohan's heart trembled, he didn't pay attention to the control force this time, and only heard the scream of the air tearing, "Bang!" There was a bang.

Not far ahead, a street lamp was lazily bent and crumpled at the broken point, and a stone was embedded in it.

The startled passers-by turned around, and the purple-haired boy was gone.

In mid-air, Sun Gohan put a fairy bean back in his pocket, looked at the crowd gradually spreading by the broken street lamp below, wiped his sweat and said weakly: "Fortunately, nothing happened...... Otherwise, the martial arts will probably be in the soup after a while......"

After another turn in the sky, Sun Gohan was depressed.

"The strange person that my uncle brought to our attention has not been there...... Now even that guy is gone......"

Continuing to swing around a few times, Sun Gohan turned his heart sideways, raised the altitude, and after flying into the higher altitude, his little face was tense, his eyebrows and eyes were serious, his fists were tightened, and he drank softly.

Rumble!

The golden aura rose from the soles of his feet, enveloping his entire body, and the purple-haired young man at this time was already blonde with fluttering blonde hair and blue eyes, with a cold expression.

In the distant capital of the West, in the training room, a pair of eyes that opened flashed a hint of golden-red aura, he looked to the south, and said to himself: "Became a Super Saiyan?" Did something happen? ”

"That lazy stinky guy must have done it on purpose!"

In the sky above the island nine kilometers southwest of the southern capital, the blond-haired and golden-flame Son Gohan swayed for a long time after releasing his breath, and still didn't see his little friend flying up and returning to the team, he couldn't help but throw a few punches into the air in anger to vent his anger, and finally depressedly lifted the transformation of the Super Saiyan, his momentum fell, his purple hair fell unkempt, he wiped his sweat, and let out a long breath.

No way! Let's keep looking.

Son Gohan returns to the streets, continuing what was supposed to be the duo's mission.

According to my uncle, during this time, on this island, there may be suspicious and powerful guys called artificial people.

Those artificial people may be pure robots, or they may be transformed from the original ordinary people, and some can even absorb qigong and energy like their uncle.

And there is a high probability that those so-called artificial humans themselves do not have qi.

Well, it's the same as my uncle......

Sun Gohan thought as he walked, touched his chin while thinking, and secretly doubted: "Uncle, he can't also be an artificial person, right?" ”

After thinking about it, even his father couldn't beat that uncle very much, and it seemed that he was really too strong to be human......

"Kid, are you looking for Mom and Dad?"

Sun Gohan was walking, of course he noticed that someone was blocking the way in front of him, but he didn't expect the other party not only not to leave, but also to say such a thing to him.

When I looked up, oh, it was a police officer, and there was a police scooter parked on the side of the road.

"No," Son Gohan explained, "I'm looking for the bad guys and fighting crime. ”

"Huh?" Mr. Policeman may not have thought of this kind of answer, you little kid doesn't hide from those bad guys, and you still want to deliver it to your own door?

Son Gohan added: "There is also a stupid guy who does his own thing, about the same age as me, a little shorter......" He gestured to his own size and described the appearance and characteristics of his little friend, "A boy with short black hair, blond eyes, who looks listless and very lazy...... Uncle policeman, did you see him? ”

Mr. Policeman took out a small notebook, briefly wrote down the features, and asked, "What's his name?" ”

"His name is ...... Pa"

Son Gohan was about to answer, when a hovering car sped past on the side of the road, followed by a police car screaming past with a siren sound.

"Dada......"

The police car chased, leaving behind a string of Doppler machine gun fire, crackling bullet casings all the way.

Sun Gohan's purple hair was blown up by the roaring police car, and his hair slowly fell down.

“……”

When he turned his head back again, the policeman just now had already hid on the side of the police motorcycle, and when he saw him, he hurriedly beckoned him and called him to take refuge.

Sun Gohan ignored him, his feet flew off the ground, and in the shocked gaze of the policeman squatting on the side of the small motorcycle, he flew straight away, chasing the police and bandit vehicle just now, passing through the streets and alleys, leaping all the way to the mess, Sun Gohan's speed was extremely fast, locking the two galloping gases, and not long after, the distant alarm sound came faintly.

Sun Gohan flew around the corner, and sure enough, he saw the flashing police lights of the police car not far ahead.

Police cars, including the gangster's car further ahead, stopped.

Sun Gohan raised the distance and glanced at it from a distance, the police car was stopped abruptly on the side of the road, and the bandit car in front of him was deflated by a large body, as if it had hit something before it stopped suddenly - he looked at the side of the confrontational bandit car again, and immediately understood.

I saw several bandits strangling a black-haired boy, holding a gun to the boy's forehead, and at the same time confronting the policemen on the opposite side across the car, looking fierce or shouting excitedly.

The boy with the gun pointed at him was still eating the cake in his hand unhurriedly, oblivious to the gun at his temple and the bandits who strangled him.

Sun Gohan looked at the shape of the deflated part of the bandit car again, and was speechless for a moment.

At a glance, I knew that it must be the guy who was eating this thing and walking on the road, and the bandit's car was speeding up, and he didn't even bother to hide before he hit it......

Now that he is being pointed at gunpoint, he only cares about eating, and he is too lazy to break free......

Son Gohan flew above the bandits, and the boy who was held hostage by the bandits chewed the delicious cake, looked up, and smiled lazily, and held up the remaining fruit cake in his hand, as if asking him if he wanted to eat it.

"Really! Are you a Saiyan or am I a Saiyan? Sun Gohan complained angrily, "Pergama! ”

At this moment, probably annoyed, the bandit who held the boy hostage angrily knocked over the fruitcake in his hand to the ground.

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