"I left my hometown with my bags...... I often dream of my beloved girl...... I am far away, and my heart is in my hometown......"

The rain came and went as quickly as it came, the humid air was filled with a slight smell of earth, and the bluestone-paved streets reflected the dripping sun.

In front of a second-floor grocery store on the side of the street, a young man with a broom is humming a song that no one understands, lazily watching the crowd of people coming and going on the street.

This is a young man who is about 1.83 meters tall, with a slender figure that is more standard than the model, and the coarse cloth handyman clothes on his body are lined like a tailor-made exquisite handmade suit. His crow-feathered matte black hair curls slightly, his old-fashioned thick bangs keep the top half of his face firmly behind, and with the aesthetically worrisome large, black-rimmed glasses, it's almost impossible to see what his face looks like.

After finishing the sweeping work with almost zero progress, the young man turned his head to look at the grocery store behind him, the old façade, the pitiful variety of goods, the single-digit daily traffic, and the crumbling broken wooden signboard with a cartoon octopus that was almost discernible in color.

This left the youth wondering how long the grocery store would last.

"Heather! Don't be lazy at the door, come and move the goods! ”

A dull voice of cigarettes and alcohol came out of the door: "Lazy and lazy, don't you want a salary?" ”

The young man named Heather turned pale, helplessly propped up his broom against the wall, patted the ashes on his hands and walked towards the house, and the lyrics in his mouth changed:

"Holding the head of the nest in his hand...... There wasn't a drop of oil in the dish......"

Jingle bells!

The crisp sound of a bell rang as the door opened.

As soon as you enter, you will find six rows of shelves, two of which are in newer condition. Nearly one-third of the shelves are empty, filled with low-quality daily necessities, cheap ready-to-eat snacks, and some wilted fruits and vegetables, and really valuable goods such as cigarettes and liquor are locked in counters made of light blue thick glass.

The overhead fan swirled weakly, making a creaking noise, and Heather, pushing open the door, focused her eyes on the figure behind the counter.

Daddy Jack, the owner of this 'Octopus Jack Department Store'.

"What do you see? What's the matter, Young Master Hai swept the floor and swept away his amnesia? ”

The fat belly tightened the stained plaid shirt, the gray beard was like a mess of wires, the hair was so thin that it could be ten inches out was not enough to cover his oily skull, and with the textbook standard wine trough nose, the first impression of this short and fat old man was not so good.

Daddy Jack was half-slumped on the dilapidated sofa behind the counter, his short and thick fingers like a small radish shook and pointed to the warehouse behind, and the cigarettes and alcohol chattered mercilessly: "You kid has the advantage of having a lot of strength, slip a little, and move ten boxes of Silu sparkling water out." ”

"Ten boxes? With the traffic of our store, do you want to sell until 2009, old man? People are 82-year-old Dadamir, you are 99-year-old Silu, awesome! ”

The language switched from Chinese to the lingua franca of the world, and Heather complained as she walked towards the back warehouse: "I have helped you think of the advertising words - 99 years of Silu sparkling water, ten years of precipitation, noble experience, fragrant face, let you experience all kinds of hospitals." ”

"It's kind of rhyming...... Where did you get so much nonsense? ”

Daddy Jack yelled angrily, and only shook his head when he saw Heather slip into the warehouse: "It's a great guy, but it's a pity that he has a mouth." ”

Late one night two months ago, when I drove to buy goods, I found this kid lying on the side of the road in a pajama and fell into a coma, and I didn't know what to think, so I rescued him as soon as his head was hot.

Yes, if you just leave him where he is, I'm afraid that in the morning I will only be able to find his remains on the operating table of the illegal black doctor.

Although he was stunned for a long time after waking up, I have to say that this kid does have a lot of brute strength. Relying on his status as a life-saving benefactor, coupled with food and housing and low wages, he hired this bastard who claimed to have amnesia without signing any contract, and contracted him all the chores in the store.

And then he found out that he had earned it.

The strength is outrageous.,It seems that you'll never get tired.,I'm not very particular about food and housing.,Although I'm not very respectful to myself, the work assigned to him can basically be done conscientiously.,If you really want to say that there are any shortcomings, that is, the amount of food is large and the mouth is too broken.。

What the? Wages too low?

A suspicious illiterate person of unknown origin who claims to have amnesia, takes care of his own food and housing, and gives 10,000 nuns a month is already a saint in the world, okay?

For a moment, Daddy Jack was touched by his kindness, wiped the corner of his eye, took out half a bottle of whiskey from under the cabinet, and poured a big sip on his head.

Jingle bells!

The door opened, and a tall man in a black hooded tracksuit walked into the grocery store and greeted Daddy Jack with a smile, "Yo, Jack." ”

"Izenaby, haven't you seen each other for more than two months, and don't have enough supplies?"

Daddy Jack wiped the wine stains on the corner of his mouth: "I really don't understand you, is it so energetic to cultivate in the deep mountains and old forests?" If I am left alone, I will be suffocated to death in less than a day. ”

The tall man, known as Izenaby, smiled gently, walked to the shelves of miscellaneous goods related to daily necessities, and said as he picked them out:

"This is the mainstream practice of our sect, and it's good to get used to it. By the way, the last time I came, I was just in time for your handyman clamoring to go back to his hometown, have you recruited a new person recently? ”

Old Jack pouted: "...... Barely enough. ”

"Really recruited?"

Izenaby looked back at Old Jack in surprise: "With your bad reputation, you can still recruit new people?" Wait a minute, you're fooling the ignorant lads in the countryside again. ”

"Apologies! I apologize to the one you imagined! ”

Daddy Jack was furious: "This time, the other party rushed to beg me to take him in!" He...... Oh, here he comes. Heather, this is Mr. Izenaby, our old customer. ”

Izenaby turned his head to look, and saw a young man with a difficult face, holding five boxes of sparkling water stacked in a pile in his left hand and right hand, walking steadily towards this direction.

"Hey."

Heather nodded at Izenaby, "You're a regular customer of this shop?" That's really hard for you. ”

Izenaby watched as the young man named Heather casually placed ten boxes of sparkling water in front of the container, as if he were holding ten boxes of foam cotton in his hand. The stacked boxes did not tremble when they were placed on the floor, which made one wonder if the boxes were stuck with glue.

The physical fitness is great, and the coordination is also very good, which only a well-trained master can have.

Izenaby subconsciously rubbed his chin full of stubble, how could such a powerful young man get ahead anywhere, how could he be willing to degenerate and run to Old Jack's shop to be exploited by him?

Jingle bells!

Three leather-clad men with the smell of alcohol broke into the grocery store, led by the green-haired Moxigan who scanned the store and spit out the toothpick at the corner of his mouth.

Daddy Jack yawned and waved his short thick fingers in the direction of the shelf:

"Welcome, what you want to go to the shelf to see, our store adheres to the principle of children's non-deception, good quality and low price, and strives to serve the guests......"

I can't go on with the welcome that I have memorized.

The swarthy muzzle of the gun was pointed straight at Daddy Jack's red wine trough, and the old man immediately raised his hands.

The other two red-haired broommen and blue-haired airplane heads also pulled out their pistols from the back of the waist and pointed them at Heather and Izenaby, respectively.

"It's a shabby shop, and it looks like it's sour. Forget it, it's just a rundown town in the mountains, after all. ”

The green-haired Moxigan pointed the muzzle of the gun at Daddy Jack with his right hand, and hooked it with his left hand: "Don't make a sound, slow down old man, slowly roll out from behind the counter, let Lao Tzu see your hands...... It's good, don't think about small movements. You two, go tie up these two unlucky bastards and scrape them by the way. ”

Izenaby frowned slightly, and his body adjusted to a position that was easy to attack at a slight angle.

The three guys were very steady with their guns, and it seemed that they had done more than one such thing, and they were not masked, so they obviously did not intend to stay alive.

It makes sense that he would not sit idly by and watch old Jack and the handyman named Heather die in front of his eyes.

Suddenly, Izenaby discovers a very strange key point - although he is pointed at the head with a gun, the fear on Old Jack's face is very perfunctory.

Is this still the timid old Jack? Wrong!

In the next moment, a blurry black shadow flashed in front of his eyes.

With three muffled sounds of broken bones, the three robbers almost at the same time seemed to be hit head-on by the locomotive, and flew directly off the ground and fell sharply towards the rear!

The door of the store and the nearest shelves were smashed to pieces! Blood, wood wreckage, and broken goods flew through the modest store, and the dull thud lingered.

Old Jack subconsciously hugged his head, saw everything around him clearly, and then shouted: "Heather! You've broken my container again! And this old shop! ”

Standing on the sidelines, Izenaby's expression stiffened, and even with his powerful dynamic vision, he could barely catch the afterimage.

The young man named Heather slammed into the three robbers in less than half a second with a super high speed that almost teleported in a row, and the force of each punch was definitely more than two tons!

Looking at the three inhumanoid corpses, blood slowly accumulated from under the corpses, and there were two scratches on the ground with green smoke, which were the marks caused by Heather's shoes rubbing against the ground at high speed.

This is definitely not a realm that ordinary humans can reach!

Izenaby subconsciously condensed [Qi] into his eyes, and looked at Heather, who was squatting next to the shelves while talking back to Old Jack while cleaning up the scattered goods.

Although rare, Heather's body surface was indeed covered with a thin aura like a silent river at this moment.

Izenaby's cold sweat finally trickled down his forehead.

A natural mind!