The relationship between humans and cats can be traced back tens of thousands of years ago. At that time, the wizard in a cave did not predict the weather accurately. The cave people questioned whether he had the ability to communicate with the gods. If not, he would kill him and eat him.

The wizard was very panicked, but on the surface he was very calm. He caught a wild beast and said it was a holy beast descended by the gods. Its sleeping position can predict the weather. It is sunny when lying down, it is cloudy when sleeping on your side, and it is raining when sleeping in a curl.

Later, the wild beast was bitten to death by a cat, and thus it was destroyed, while the wizard was eaten by people.

Since then, people regard the cat as a messenger of God, believing that it is the one who can communicate with the gods.

(Most higher civilizations have rehabilitated their own wizards because the weather forecast will never be accurate, which involves the observer effect.)

Cats actually don’t want to follow humans, but if they don’t do anything, they have food and drink, and if they don’t like to stay, they will go away. Why not do it?

As long as humans hear the oracle-like meow, they are satisfied even if they are caught, bitten, and treated indifferently and rudely.

However, no cat has ever been like this!

The weather was clear, and in Paris, France, tourists looked at the viewing platform on the third floor of the Eiffel Tower 276 meters high.

"Oh my god." "It's a cat!" "There's another person." "That's our president..."

There was a stunning giant sword floating by the edge of the tower, a fat black and white cat sitting cross-legged on the sword like an old Taoist. It was wearing a uniform similar to that group of aliens, with the word "Treasure" on its chest, the word "Shenyun" on its back, and a pair of yellow cat eyes were lazy.

"Ah, ah..." A hemp rope tied to the tip of the sword, and a person tied to the hemp rope was the frightened French president.

But as soon as he trembled, the rope would shake, and it would be tug-of-war with the blade, and the fibers would break. If this continues, the rope would be snapped and the French president would fall down.

"If anyone moves around, I will throw him down." Big Cat said, his voice amplified through the giant sword's broadcasting system and resounded throughout the sky.

The tourists at the observation deck immediately stopped and looked at each other in panic. Someone asked, "Can I take a photo and post it online?"

"Photo." The big cat sideways, "Photo is more beautiful."

In an instant, all the tourists took their phones and took pictures at it. The French president couldn't help but shout: "Help!!!"

But in a flash, a few hours passed. During this period, the big cat was asleep and the tourists did not leave. The police and special forces were coming. The rescue helicopters only dared to circle far away. At the same time, everyone around the world knew about it and were broadcasting here live.

Shocked netizens said everything, Feijian Lao Cat! He could speak, and spoke in standard French...

"Listen." The big cat finally made another move, "I can hear your discussion, of course I can speak! I couldn't make such an ugly sound, and the language chip helped me. I am not an alien cat, I grew up on Earth, and I once lived in this stupid city with you stupid hats."

There were human screams from the ground God of War Square and the tower observation deck.

"Flying Sword?" said the big cat suddenly, "This is just an anti-gravity suspension aircraft produced in Penglai. It is made into a sword in shape. If you customize it, it can be made into a fried ghost-like shape. There are sensors inside the sword body, which connect to the electrodes in my brain, so I can control it with brain waves, do you understand?"

When people were surprised, the sheriff on the observation deck shouted with a horn: "Whatever you are, we are willing to negotiate..."

"I don't want to," said the big cat.

The French president looked down at the crowd like ant nest in the square and wanted to cry, but his image was gone, "I have no grudges and no grudges with you! Why is it me? The Koreans who have opinions, not me!"

Suddenly, the big cat jumped up and kicked the French president hard on the head. He suddenly shook violently, and the rope crackled and crackled.

"Ahhh!" People screamed everywhere, and even many journalists were afraid to read it.

"No resentment or revenge?" The big cat leaped back flexibly like a cat. "Human, today I want to tell you a true story."

It wagged its tail slightly, lying lazily on its side, and said, "60 years ago, when the United States and the Soviet Union were in space race, they wanted to send humans to space first. But the first ones were monkeys, rats and dogs."

What? Hearing this, many French people suddenly felt their hearts. This cat... looks familiar...

"Originally, there was nothing in France in that competition. The French had no skills, no funds, and no ambition. But they were stupid, vanity and cruel, and they insisted on joining in the fun. Monkeys and rats were first sent by the Americans, and the dogs were from the Soviets, so they took a fancy to them, cats."

A sharp flash suddenly flashed across the big cat's yellow pupil, "Do you want me to remind you that only the French choose cats in all the space animals in human history."

This cat... Some people opened their mouths in surprise, and a commemorative statue on the streets of Paris appeared before their eyes...

On the top of the sounding rocket in the statue, there is a black and white cat wearing a space helmet...

"Why?" continued Big Cat, "because it's gimmick! They didn't plan to achieve anything. As long as they can show off and make the people happy. Cat! Is there anything more fun than sending cats to space?"

It raised its voice, "At 8:09 am on October 1963, the véroniqueagi47 sounding rocket took off and there was a cat inside. It was originally a free cat, but you took it away from the street and tortured it with high-power centrifuges, pressurized chambers, etc., and stuffed a bad permanent electrode into its brain. The most overwhelming thing is."

The big cat stood up, his eyes shining fiercely, "You thought it was a female cat, so they gave it a name 'Felicete'."

People have guessed in a daze that the people watching the live broadcast at the French National Space Research Center felt a chill on their heads...

"You guys think of it." The big cat walked towards the tip of the sword step by step and approached the French president with a green face. "That cat is just down. Meow!!!" It shouted loudly and slapped the French president's left face with a claw. "I'm not Felicet, my name is Mao Dabao!!!"

"Ah!!" The French president wailed in pain, and his left face immediately turned red and swollen.

Tourists hugged their heads, shouted, and took photos. More soldiers and helicopters arrived, and many sniper rifles were aimed at the cat, but they still didn't dare to take action.

"Isn't Felicette safe to return to the ground?" a visitor asked. "Then it was euthanized and taken to slice and study."

"That's another cat, you idiot!" Mao Dabao shouted, "You don't really think the French have succeeded, do you really think that sending a cat to the sub-orbit for more than ten minutes before returning to the ground will have any scientific research value? I tell you, the greatest scientific research value is to show that this is not scientific research value!"

Amid the crowd's buzzing discussion, the French president howled: "I'm sorry, Fei... No, Mao Dabao, I'm very sorry! But it was so damn. I wasn't born at that time, I was born in 1977! It's nothing to do with me..."

"Haha." Mao Dabao looked at him, "As the president, the history of the country is not your business?"

The French president said anxiously: "It was still General Charles de Gaulle's talk at that time, it was not me, not me!"

"But Charles de Gaulle has long been dead." Mao Dabao slowly raised his cat's claws and slapped him hard again. His right face also swollen, "You don't know what I've experienced. It's almost sixty years. I've finally come back and finally get revenge."

As soon as it grabbed its claws, the hemp rope suddenly broke apart.

"It's going to break, the rope is going to break!!" The French president screamed in silence, "No!"

The crowd on the ground became turbulent, and everyone consciously moved away from the position, so don't be hit by him.

On the observation deck, people were even more worried about the up close view. Some of the president's lovers were anxious to cry. Some people shouted: "Don't listen to its panic! It's not Felicet, it's an alien!" "Yes, with its size, it would not be a black and white cat, it's obviously a dyed orange cat!"

Some people also begged and shouted: "Please, Mao Dabao, give us a chance to atone for sins!"

At this critical moment, a loud voice sounded: "Demon Cat, stop."

Everyone looked around and saw a group of ten young men walking out of the elevator. They were all wearing handsome blue and white uniforms, holding cold weapons such as swords and other cold weapons. A group of special forces followed behind, but were only responsible for forcibly evacuating the surprised tourists.

All the audiences around the world who watched the live broadcast were surprised. Who are these people? They made them look like "The Hunger Games"?

"We are unknown team," a man with a strong face whispered, "challenge you!"

Mao Dabao just glanced at them, and his beard didn't move, "Meow, are there psychic cultivators on Earth? But you are so weak..."
Chapter completed!