In the evening, the blazing sun turns from flourishing to waning.

Students poured out of the school gates.

Parking lot side.

"Mona is actually that kind of person, playing with your feelings and deceiving you with 2,000 knives, this matter can't be just settled." Rust and Dean pushed their bikes side by side and said angrily, "You should call the police." ”

Dean shook his head without hesitation.

"Then I'll accompany you to the sewers tomorrow to get her out!"

"Are you sure you want to take a leave of absence? Not afraid of compromising your grades? ”

"You can't let my brother go on an adventure alone!" Rust gritted his teeth, "You have to pay more attention, I have often asked for leave in the past two days, and several teachers have opinions about you and plan to deduct your usual grades." ”

"Don't worry, I've already told you about the burglars at home, and they understand." Dean looked to the east side of the school, almost 500 meters away on the side of the street where a sign for a bicycle shop was hanging to repair a tire.

"In the afternoon class, I heard that some students are going to deal with you in order to curry favor with Bob."

The two whispered about pushing the cart along the street, but they didn't go far.

Under a row of street lamps, three young men approached them head-on, grimacing and looking very nervous.

Two particularly tall white men, one Asian, Asian cheekbones protrude, two shallow nasolabial folds concave around the nose at a young age,

"I'm Karen Takei, and you're Dean?"

The Japanese man stiffened his neck, trying to pretend to be calm, but his voice trembled involuntarily, and the confusion of the pronunciation of l and r was quite funny, he should be a Japanese immigrating recently.

Dean raised his chin and let him continue, his gaze turning to the two tall white men, noticing that they were hiding something behind their backs.

Dean quietly pressed the handlebars of his bicycle, and Rust pressed a tin can in his bag, his index finger clasping the hoop.

"Did you know Bob was throwing a birthday party at the top of Moncarlo?"

"What does it have to do with me?"

Bob was generous and invited all his classmates to the party and have fun together. But what did you do? The Japanese suddenly raised his voice, his cheeks flushed, and he yelled angrily, "You shamefully attacked Bob, you are a despicable villain, scum!" ”

"You should be ashamed and regretful!"

"You must pay for what you have done!"

Dean smiled disdainfully at the little day.

The Japanese suddenly shouted and punched him in the face.

But Dean was prepared, his neck shrunk back, dodging his fists, and at the same time he pressed his hands on the bicycle frame under him and pushed forward.

Burst!

The wheel hit Takei's crotch impartially.

You hit Karen Takei's vital point with a special weapon (bicycle) and gain +1 combat proficiency.

A battle log flashed through the system.

Takei covered his crotch with both hands and let out an ugly scream like a male duck!

Burst!

Slide closer.

Dean followed up with a left hook that shut him up.

Two white men rushed over with something behind them,

A pungent smell is carried into the air by the wind.

They shook it off.

With a bang, a large patch of green paint splashed out in mid-air like a splashing waterfall, and the green light rushed towards Dean.

Dean quickly rolled short to the ground.

Large flakes of paint hit the air, and the ground and street lamp poles were stained green.

But there are still a lot of splashes on Dean's body.

His back and the left half of his face instantly cooled, and he couldn't help but shake his head.

The strong white man pounced on him and kicked him in the shoulder, the force of a soccer player's kick that sent Dean backwards.

The second white man walked around behind him and was about to raise his foot to attack the back of his head, when suddenly he touched the side of his face with a frightened expression and let out an earth-shattering roar, like a weak girl besieged by a mob!

A strong, pungent breath seeped into every corner of his body like amniotic fluid.

He inhaled too much "biochemical gas" in an instant, he was dizzy, and he didn't listen to the call, so he fell to the ground on his back and spasmed, opening his mouth to spew out a piece of overnight rice juice.

The white man who was chasing Dean turned his head to see his teammates fall to the ground in misery—the muddy, sticky soup poured over his face, and a long, flat, glittering herring with scales between his collar and neck, staring at a pair of lovely fish-eyes and giving a silent greeting.

Am I fragrant?

As soon as the breeze blew, the suffocating stench instantly entangled him,

"Wow!"

How to describe it?

It's like an old toilet that hasn't been cleaned for ten years, and the stench that penetrates deep into the soul freezes him in place and is full of spirits.

Dean took the opportunity to swing his shoulder bag, and the backpack made a wonderful arc in the air like a meteor hammer, and smashed his head with precision.

You hit an enemy in the head with a special weapon (Shoulder Pack) for +1 (30/100) Combat Mastery.

Dean kicked the ground, twisted his hips and shoulders, and punched his left straight fist, like a cannonball out of the chamber hitting his bloated belly, the man screamed in pain, his eyes bulging out and curled up, Dean slashed his trachea with a lightning palm, he swallowed the pain back into his stomach, and lay on the ground holding his throat.

Dean wiped the paint on the side of his face with his sleeve and looked around, and in a matter of seconds, the two tall white men were all incapacitated.

Takei, the only Japanese man who was still standing, saw that the situation was not good, endured the pain in his crotch, and limped towards the intersection to escape, and several high school students who were watching the excitement around the corner were so frightened that they retracted their heads.

Dean caught up with him in a few steps and kicked him in the midfield, knocking him to the ground.

Fists shot left and right, smashing into his back.

He didn't stop until Takei was dying and he received a +1 proficiency prompt again.

At this point, the three offenders have all become dead dogs.

"A few little kids even dared to sneak up on me."

Dean pinched his nose and turned to give a thumbs up to Rust, who was pouring herring juice into the white man's mouth.

"Well done, man!"

"The power of canned food is truly divine!"

Rust looked at the empty canned food box in his hand, his face full of accomplishment, and the corners of his mouth showed a smile of surprise and admiration.

"It's just that it smells so bad, Grace will definitely scold me to death!"

Dean smiled a little unsatisfactorily, and with the blessing of Iron Man's talent, this short and intense conflict barely made him feel the slightest tiredness.

The white man's shoulder hurt from the kick and he returned to normal.

In the past, not to mention hurting the muscles and bones, at least recuperate for a while.

"Rust, meet at school tomorrow morning, you go back tonight and stock up on some supplies."

……

Fix the tires.

Dean and Rust go home separately.

"Do you have paint on you? Why is there still a strange smell and it fell into the toilet? ”

Paqui, who was smoking on a deck chair in the yard, quipped,

"I got into a fight with people, but they were even worse, I'm going to take a shower!"

Dean rushed into the bathroom and barely washed off most of the paint off his body with olive oil and soap, but the part of his hair was too much to handle, so he simply found a pair of scissors to cut off, leaving only a finger's thick, clean and crisp short inch.

The only bad luck is that no matter how much he scrubs it repeatedly, he can't wash off the smell of canned herring that he accidentally stained.

The smell would stay with him for at least a few days.

……

"Yes, this hairstyle suits you perfectly, and it doesn't look so childish at all. Ancestors bless. Your kid has perfectly inherited all the advantages of Bright and Leia's appearance, and he will definitely be a handsome guy in the future. What are you doing in the sewers of Vegas, though? ”

Paqui ate a spoonful of cherry pie, and without Tang Ya and Jacob's barbecue today, he could only settle dinner casually.

And although Dean is a Celestial Empire, he has no talent for cooking, and he can eat as long as he can eat as long as he can.

"A friend is missing, he used to live in the sewers, I want to go and see, do you know anything about that place?"

"Your girlfriend?" Paqui carefully observed his nephew's face, and saw that he stopped chewing, and he thought, "You have to go to the sewer, either through the manhole cover, or ten kilometers south of the school, and when you see the interstate highway sign, you can find the nearest drain if you go west." ”

"It's dark and damp inside, and the overall structure is very similar to a subway station in New York, but there are many forks, and it's easy to get lost."

"Except for the rainy season, the other seasons are not as dirty as expected. A little tidying up, can live in people, if you install a generator, it is not much different from an ordinary house. It's just easy to lose things. “

"I've heard that some criminals like to trade in sewers?" Dean asked,

"It's not every day, if you're unlucky enough to bump into it, remember to turn around and leave immediately, don't stand there stupidly like a Cop and stare at it, and take the initiative to send it to someone's muzzle." Paqui advised, "Most of the people living in it are liars, don't trust them, don't be sympathetic, and be careful of being deceived so that there are no bottoms left." ”

Dean breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this,

"You're going to remember to dress thicker, don't let people see your Chinese face, and bring plenty of flashlights and self-defense weapons, such as baseball bats. Also, don't go too deep, no one will help you if you get lost. If you see a sign in the tunnel that you don't enter, don't go against others. ”

Paqui licked the last bit of bread crumbs off his fingers, still a little uneasy,

"Forget it, I'll accompany you myself tomorrow, or ask Jacob to accompany you! If something happens to you, I can't explain to your missing parents. ”

"Don't worry, I have a classmate with me."

Dean puffed out the muscles in his arms that were beginning to take shape.

Hearing this, Pakui's gaze slowly swept over his nephew's calm face, and he looked at him without fear,

"When I came back this time, I found that you had changed so much that I almost didn't recognize you. Could it be that the effect of falling out of love once is so magical? Can a boy grow into a man quickly? ”

Dean picked up the second burger from his plate, stuffed it into his mouth and said casually,

"Uncle Paqui, do you think these changes are good or bad?"

"Stinky boy, learn smart, know how to change the subject." Paqui scolded with a laugh.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that the matter was over, and chatted about the dos and don'ts of sewer exploration.

"Dean, since you entered high school, our uncle and nephew haven't sat in the yard and talked together like we did today. You are very similar to your father, you always hide everything in your mind, and you are unwilling to share it with your family, which is not in line with our Comanche tradition. ”

"I've recognized my mistake, uncle, and we'll have a good talk tonight." Dean humbly accepted.

Paqui laughed, the tattoo on the back of his neck glistening, and he went to the house to fetch a case of beer and drink it with Dean's pure Tronica orange juice.

He talked about Dean's deceased parents, who were suddenly missing on a trip to their hometown in Indiana eight years ago in the summer, and the COP investigation was inconclusive.

He talked about his past service in New York.

……

Dean also asked curiously why his uncle was single so far.

"People like me are naturally suited to a life of wandering, and in the past, I was young and unstable, and it was difficult to settle down in one place again, but this time, when I am done with my work, I plan to leave Nevada, and maybe go back to my hometown in Indiana. At that time, you kid will either work or go to college, and you should know how to support yourself. ”

……

When the moon rises in the middle of the sky.

Dean was suddenly a little eager to try, he had just eaten a full meal, and under the effect of Iron Man's talent, food quickly turned into exuberant energy with nowhere to vent.

"Uncle Paqui, you were a soldier, you must be proficient in hand-to-hand combat, right?"

"A little practice, but not much, except for professional wrestlers and boxers, hand-to-hand combat is not very practical for real combat." Seeing that the other party did not speak, Paqui enlightened,

"I'll tell you a joke. Good hand-to-hand combat needs to meet the following conditions –

1You and your companions are lost

2You lost your gun

3You have lost your sword

4You have lost your belt, your helmet, your sapper's shovel, and any other tool that can be used as a weapon.

5Where thou wast thou wast, there was no grass, not any stone, nor brick, nor stick, nor sand.

6. It just so happens that your opponent is stupid enough to meet the above conditions.

Then, you can start a great fight. ”

Dean nodded.

In a real battle of life and death, there is no one to fight with you empty-handed.

But now, he needs a suitable opponent.

"Now do you understand, a lot of combat training, it's better to be vigilant and practice shooting." Pa Kui's voice changed, "But if you want to, you can also practice it appropriately, which can be used to defend yourself at school and exercise your body and will." ”

"Paqui, can you practice with me?" Dean got up, jumped on the spot, and moved his muscles a few times, "Don't be too light and don't be too heavy." ”

Paqui twisted his neck, clenched his fists so loudly that the big man of 1.9 meters suddenly moved - his legs were bent, his legs were slightly wider than his shoulders, his head was slightly lower, and his arms were stretched forward.

"Be mentally prepared, the process may be a little different from what you think, but Uncle is for your own good, so that you can understand the cruelty of reality in advance, so that you-"

The words came to an abrupt end!

The black shadow of the mountain crushed towards him.

The unprepared Dean was breathless, and he tried to dodge, but his body couldn't react, and he stood in place stupidly like a stone sculpture.

Bang!

Paqui crashed into him like a speeding train, his hands wrapped around his waist like steel pincers.

Bang!

Knock him to the ground.

The back of his head gently tapped the grass, and Dean's brain was like a stereo, buzzing,

"You don't talk about martial arts, sneak attack me?"

Dean's blurred vision was blurry again.

Paqui on the other side snapped his finger at him contemptuously.

"Rookie, this is the first lesson, be vigilant at all times, don't listen to the enemy's nonsense."