A pleasant day at work passed quickly, and Joe drove home in an NYPD police car.

Recently, Joe has become obsessed with driving police cars, especially his police car with the license plate ABC-222 specially assigned to him by Director Xiao.

Although its own luxury car is popular, it is not enough deterrent!

There are more rich people in the Big Apple, what car can't be seen?

Only Joe's exclusive police car is the only one, driving down the street, and the treatment is comparable to that of an ambulance.

Be polite, slow down.

For most of the month, this police car has achieved outstanding results and fruitful results, who dares to overtake?

Joe loves this!

Such a powerful police car, of course, some people are worried.

Two days ago, two thieves tried to steal the police car, but unfortunately failed.

Director Xiao makes a shot, and it must be high-quality.

The thieves took the machine gun and fired, and they didn't even open the door, except for a little paint, the police car had nothing to do, and the two thieves were caught and it was estimated that it would be closed for a long time.

When she was just out of the game, Natasha was still taking amorous steps to get into Joe's car.

"Boss, can you give me a ride?"

Joe refused without hesitation, just kidding, hitchhiker is what you want to sit on?

Sorry, it's 5 p.m., it's getting dark, and hitchhikers are temporarily closed.

In fact, the main reason is that Joe doesn't want Susan to know that his colleagues are a few "immortals", and they are courteous to him every day, with bad intentions, in order not to worry Susan, Joe decided to hide it for a few days.

He's a little weak-hearted, too.

…

All the way back to the house, into the living room, Joe found that there was an extra creature in the house.

The panther god Baste, the fat cat.

Baster was sitting on her custom-made couch and watching the TV intently, with Garfield in it.

Originally, with Bast's weight, it couldn't sit on the sofa, thousands of pounds, and the sofa couldn't bear it.

Unable to stand Baster's stubborn fighting, Susan called Tony and made a special sofa for Basten to lie on.

Garfield on TV is being chased by a dog, and Baster frowns.

"Turn around and beat it, what are you afraid of!"

Baster waved her fat paws, her body still tossing, and the couch beneath her was overwhelmed and creaked.

This goods seems to be heavy again.

Jo walked up and lifted Basthe, and sure enough, it was much heavier than before.

"Why are you fat again? Is there still a bit of a leopard god? Joe said with some disgust.

"That is?" Baster touched her bulging belly and retorted, "Have I lost weight lately?" ”

Joe: "..."

He felt that this leopard god had become more and more crooked since he could walk freely in the world.

used to be very disdainful of the identity of the cat, but now it is completely substituted, and the last time Joe came back, he found that Baster was smoking catnip with a look of enjoyment, and the fat face was completely crowded, and he couldn't distinguish the nose and eyes.

It's too fat.

"Really." Seeing that Joe didn't believe it, Baster struggled out of his hand, jumped to the ground, stood upright, and tried to collect her belly, but the bulging belly still stood upright, as if she was pregnant.

"Look, my stomach is flat." Baster opened her eyes and told nonsense.

"Huh." Joe sneered, "You can see your feet, I'll give you 10, 1 million." ”

Joe originally wanted to say 10w, but when he thought that Baster probably didn't like the money, he changed his tune.

Baster's small coffers have a lot of money.

Although you can't get money here in Qiao Koukou, people have another identity, the panther god of Wakanda, Wakanda will be short of money?

Otherwise, with the little food in Qiao's house, can it grow so fat?

It's not that I don't have any money, so I call the little leopard T'Challa and ask him to send money, and then I have happy water, potato chips, all kinds of high-calorie snacks or something, and Baster buys a car, so it's strange that he can't get fat.

It's been lazy lately, it doesn't like to move, and it lies down every day, even if it's barely a god, it can't help it.

He's not Joe, Joe's words, eat ten carts of things, fart and it's over, his strong digestive ability, you can gnaw stones, anyway, you can't be hungry, it's a big deal to hug Mother Sun.

Anyway, Joe's biggest energy supply every day now comes from Mother Sun, otherwise ordinary food can't meet Joe's needs.

Baste's ability is not as strong as Qiao's, it eats a lot, and it doesn't pull, it's all piled up in its body.

However, T'Challa was also willing to give Basster money, because it gave him an excuse to run out for two days to fool around with Tony, and now as his father got older, he felt that he was unable to do it, and began to increase the training of T'Challa.

The old king wanted to retire.

This made T'Challa miserable, and he couldn't run, which was his natural responsibility, and he could only come out and play for two days once a month when he gave Baster money.

This is one of the few jovies of life in T'Challa.

It's a lot more fun to be a girl than to learn about politics!

…

Baster tried to close her stomach, but unfortunately she couldn't see her feet.

"It's not a good day..."

"Come on, you've stepped on a pit on my carpet." Joe interrupted Basthe, "It's time for you to lose weight." ”

"Humph!"

Baste was not pleased.

It hasn't looked for Joe to ignore it, and it ran away from home and didn't come out to look for it, and now it's going to make it lose weight?

How can you lose weight!

Is it that the happy water is not good or the snacks are not delicious?

"I'm too lazy to pay attention to you."

Buster shook her head, turned and twisted back to the couch, continuing to watch TV.

It ignored Joe, but Joe found it.

"Eh, can you survive in a vacuum?" Joe asked.

"I am God, God can do anything!" Basthe's eyes widened, feeling insulted.

"Is there a fat god like you?" Joe asked rhetorically.

"You don't understand, the form of God has its own reason, and the mystery inside you mortal will not understand." Baster raised her head proudly.

"Really?" Joe's tone was a little unkind.

"I don't want to talk to you, don't bother me watching TV." Baster was determined to slip away.

It's a pity that it's late.

"What are you doing!"

Bast cried out, and the hair on her body stood on end.

Jo left it alone, lifted its tail, and turned Baster upside down.

"Since you can survive in a vacuum, then I'm relieved." Joe said with a smile.

"What are you going to do?" Baster suddenly felt a little creepy, and God's instincts told him that something bad was about to happen.

"Give you a task, do me a favor."

"Not available." Baster decisively refused.

"Okay, thanks."

Joe didn't seem to hear Baster's refusal, and continued, "Ultron will tell you what to do. ”

After saying that, Joe took Baster to the yard, Baster wanted to resist, but her arm couldn't twist her thigh, and finally it didn't move when it was tired, and hung in the air without love, with its paws on her face, and her face was unhappy.

"Walk you!"

Joe threw Baster into the sky with a hard kick, destined for Mars.

Where is Ultron short of people to help Joe build a house, and many tools are not complete, Baster's claws can do a lot of things!

The main thing is that tomorrow is Susan's birthday, and Joe will let Baster bother herself?

Impossible!

The fake notes were all invited, and Susan's institute also "coincidentally" had a holiday, because the biggest sponsor had spoken, and Joe was going to take Susan on a trip.

The destination is all set, Houston.

If Baste had been there, maybe Susan would have brought it, and Joe wouldn't want an extra light bulb!

That light bulb is still a gang in Hell's Kitchen, so throw this one at Mars!

In this way, Basthe, who had just returned, was taken away by Joe again and returned to Earth.

(Guess what's going to happen in Houston?) Two days ago, I watched a movie for an inspiration, hehe.

Today's one watch, tomorrow's, the day after tomorrow, the day after tomorrow, celebrate the LPL championship, plus my conscience can't get by, five more. ）