"Gu?"

"I'm not angry, I just want to blackmail her."

"Goo!"

"I'm bad? How good can you be, an owl who only has breasts and is a mother?"

"Gugu——"

One man and one bird came down from the monastery fighting each other.

After noon, the clouds hung much lower and became increasingly gloomy, giving off an ominous feeling.

On the way to the small town of Tuen Mun, there were several video stores, game arcades, and body modification shops on both sides of the street... Pedestrians wrapped in thick winter clothes smoked cigarettes while walking, some lowered their heads to read newspapers, and occasionally they could be seen in the street.

The hot-tempered young people who quarreled drew guns at each other whenever they disagreed.

This is a forgotten suburban town, where everyone lives in embarrassment and wantonness.

Nance, who was wearing a retro British-style suit and had a bookish face, was incompatible with the chaotic environment.

Leather shoes stepped on the icy road, and there were more than a dozen large trucks resting side by side in the roadside parking lot. The diameter of the wheels was nearly 3 meters, and the words "Eveles Group" were spray-painted on the outer shells. They were used to transport black gold mines.

VIP Car.

Nance looked at the Queen's assets with fascination.

These exaggerated behemoths, like behemoths, raced on the road, transporting carloads of black gold ore from the southwest of the empire to New Yokohama, then across the ocean to South America, and finally arrived at the Queen's base camp.

Black gold, a black crystal, is a new type of ore that was born with the emergence of the Dead Sea.

After heating 100 grams of black gold to 700°C, 0.3 grams of helium-3 can be obtained - the preferred raw material for controllable nuclear fusion.

At present, the main energy source of the earth is hydrogen energy, which accounts for 60% of global energy consumption, traditional fossil energy accounts for 20%, and the remaining two percent is nuclear fusion energy.

In fact, the application technology of controllable nuclear fusion is already very mature, and the proportion of energy use should be higher. However, the black gold mined by several large energy companies is only stored and has not been put into the market.

Nance didn’t understand why the Queen left the Universe Street alone, but wanted to settle the earth like a hamster to collect black gold mines... Could it be that the earth was going to be destroyed, and the Queen planned to use these as a reserve energy source for human interstellar immigrants?

just kidding.

The earth will not be destroyed so easily.

But having said that, if you really want to immigrate to the interstellar world, which planet would be your first choice... Mars? Ceres? Europa? Or just jump out of the solar system... But nuclear fusion energy seems not enough to support humans to get out of the solar system, and controllable antimatter technology has not yet been developed.

capture……

After walking along the parking lot for a while, Nance took back his thoughts that were spreading to the sea of ​​stars and stopped.

There were several motorcycles parked on the roadside, and a dozen gangsters formed a circle, beating and kicking a young man in the middle. Some of them were holding chains, some were holding batons, and most of their hair was dyed blonde or red.

, all have tattoos on their necks.

When Nance walked over, several people turned back and gave him sharp threatening looks.

"Hey, go ahead and don't look anywhere near here!" the leading young man shouted.

There seemed to be blood flowing from their surroundings.

Nance ignored the threat and walked up to them: "A beating like this will kill someone."

"Hey, hey, it's none of your business. I'll kill you even if you believe it or not!" The young man holding the chain cursed, "Killing one person means killing two people, so I don't mind the trouble!"

"Don't kill people for no reason!" Nance said.

"Don't kill people for no reason!"

Someone imitated what he said in a weird accent, which immediately provoked a burst of harsh laughter from the rest of the group.

"Whether I kill you or not, it has nothing to do with you! Take your broken bird and leave!" the leading young man shouted, kicking the squirming man on the ground, "otherwise this will be your fate."

Nance took off his hat.

"Little A!" he shouted.

Miss Owl glanced at him, hooked her hat with her talons, flew to the trash can on the roadside, and squatted down to watch the show.

"You want to get ahead!"

"court death!"

"Kill him first——"

The first one to rush out was a rather tall gangster with a calm and fierce appearance. He had been practicing for a while and had a high status among this group of gangsters. He was also the one who could fight best. He stopped him directly.

In front of Nance, his big hand directly pressed on Nance's shoulder: "Boy, let me teach you a lesson first..."

He was very tall and tall, and Nance looked very gentle in front of him.

Nance didn't say anything, didn't say anything polite to him, and just slapped him out with his backhand.

"Snapped--"

With blood and broken teeth flying everywhere, he staggered back a few steps and fell directly into a trash can on the roadside.

Someone from the side reached out and grabbed Nance's arm.

Nance turned slightly and grabbed his neck with one hand.

She held him like this and walked a few steps forward before throwing it aside. He fell to the ground, covering his neck and coughing desperately.

"No, you, you are Adel..." The leading young man recognized him and took two trembling steps back, "Everyone, run quickly, this person is a familiar..."

Nance kicked away the man holding the chain and shouting the loudest, and then rushed straight towards the leader.

Without saying anything to him, she just grabbed his collar with one hand and lifted him high with the other hand.

After two slaps and a flick of his hand, he rolled around a few times and struggled to sit up.

"Do you want to continue to fight?" Nance looked at him and asked word for word: "If I continue to fight, I will kill you, believe it or not?"

The little boss, who had several teeth knocked out, was so frightened that he started crying.

The boss was so frightened that he cried, and the other gangsters didn't even dare to make trouble. They supported each other and dispersed with their companions.

Nance walked towards the beaten man.

He only suffered some skin trauma, he had already sat up on his own and was wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.

There was not much anger visible in those brown eyes, just a trace of numbness accumulated over many years.

"Use this." Nance handed him a handkerchief.

"Thanks."

"what is it call?"

"Craig Alexandrovich."

"How did you offend them?"

Craig raised his head and looked at him: "Is this also a question?"

"Sorry, professional habit..." Nance smiled and had a friendly attitude.

"I just got my wages today and they saw me when I was putting gas in the car..." Clegg returned the handkerchief to Nance. Nance shook his head and put it in his pocket. He dusted his butt and stood up.

, "Tuen Mun is a ghost place where stray dogs can be kicked even if they walk by, let alone a painter who has just received his salary."

Yes.

Nance recognized him from the beginning. He was the failed art student who helped draw propaganda posters for the monastery.

"Are you going back to the city?" Clegg looked at Nance, "In return, I can give you a ride."

"That would be best."

"But my car smells like fish, do you mind?"

"I like fish."

"Your answer is a bit different." Clegg walked towards the refrigerated truck parked at the gas station, "In this world, decent-looking guys usually only talk nice, but they are completely untrustworthy.

Just like politicians on TV. You are a politician too, right?"

"Barely." Nance waved.

Doraemon flew back, landed on his shoulder, and put his hat on him.

“Can owls also be walked?”

"It's actually a puppy."

"The way you speak is really different... Are the two tufts of hair on the left and right of its head its ears?"

"That's the signal receiver."

"Gu——"

Miss Owl opened her mouth and pecked Nance's ear to express her dissatisfaction with his nonsense.

"Let's go." Clegg asked Nance to get into the refrigerated truck and drive toward the city.

The cab was dilapidated, the whole car was shaky when driven, and it did have a stale fishy smell.
To be continued...