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Chapter 2 The Tragic King Cannon

Looking at the figure reflected on the water surface by the lake, Wang Dapao breathed a little relieved. "Fortunately, I didn't travel through time."

As a standard otaku, Wang Dapao has absolutely no low attainment in online novels, and he is most familiar with time travel. Although he sometimes envies those time travelers, when Wang Dapao really encounters such time travel, he still feels a little nervous. What if he really becomes a white or black person?

Although he is not an angry young man, Wang Dapao still has no idea of ​​becoming a race in other countries.

"Wait? I was very concerned just now, it's not right. My height seems to be something wrong..." Although there is no problem with the reflection on the water surface, Wang Dapao still saw some differences. From the beginning, Wang Dapao felt a little twisted, and seemed to have seen much shorter in everything. "Is it because my 25-year-old body has grown taller again?"

This idea made Wang Dapao very happy. His height is not very tall. He was just 1.7 meters tall and looked more like a ball because of his physical relationship. Now he found that he had grown taller. How could he not be happy?

"But why is this? What is the reason for this series of things?" Wang Dapao really didn't understand what was going on.

I took out my body and didn't even have a penny, but I had various legal documents for leaving the country in my pocket, including my mobile phone, but I couldn't get through the phone call. Looking at me, I looked a bit like Nokia, who was a big brother in the 1990s, Wang Dapao understood that this should not be a problem of signal.

"Damn, what should I do?" In just a moment, Wang Dapao felt that the world was about to collapse, and he couldn't contact his family. He had no money on him. He suddenly traveled to Miami and was forced to go to the end.

Although he had no knowledge, Wang Dapao also recognized that the visa he was holding was just an ordinary tourist visa. In other words, this thing would be useless after a while, and he would become an illegal immigrant stowaway. If he was caught by the police, he would be done.

What? You said you would send it back to you? The United States is known as a democratic country, but its democracy is only aimed at American citizens. Other smugglers do not care about so many. I think Wang Dapao doesn’t even send it to the Chinese embassy, ​​but throw it out directly from the border, regardless of your life or death!

Wang Dapao did not think that he could survive on the US border. He was Wang Dapao, not Wang Binxun, nor was he who could eat anything. Starving to death may be his final outcome.

"Damn! Things are a bit troublesome." Wang Dapao thought of this, and his cold sweat came down, and nearly two hundred kilograms of fat were trembling. "I don't know if there is a Chinese embassy in Miami. I said I lost my wallet, so it should be no problem to seek help from the embassy?"

Suddenly, Wang Dapao was very grateful for the sudden knowledge of English. Although he didn't know what was going on, after understanding English, at least he wouldn't be blind if he opened his eyes open. He could find out how he could starve to death?

That's how Wang Dapao thought.

However, his idea lasted for only two hours before it began to collapse.

The reason is very simple, he is hungry.

As a fat man, the terrifying experience of hunger is something that ordinary people cannot understand.

Wang Dapao, who was so hungry that he was weak, sat directly on the edge of the street and sighed mournfully.

"Oh, I remember there was a KFC super large double-layer chicken leg burger in the refrigerator, two hams..." Wang Dapao's stomach made a deafening sound again, which scared him so much that he quickly closed his mouth. The more he muttered, the hunger he became.

"Can I bet Wang Dapao starved to death in a ghost place like Miami?" Wang Dapao shook his head firmly, "What a joke, I don't want to die. Even if I die, I don't want to starve to death so embarrassingly...at least I'm just eating so much!"

In an instant, Wang Dapao thought of two plans that would not let him starve to death.

One, the king meal!

2. Robbery!

What does it look like to eat Bawang meal? Wang Dapao vaguely remembers that when he was a child, he and a group of friends did this at a small stall not far from the school. A group of people ordered a bunch of food, and then ran away after eating. There were so many people, the stall owner could not catch them at all... It was just that the person who chose Bawang meal was not suitable at that time. The vendor knew where Wang Dapao's family was, so he caught up with the house and asked for money. After Wang Dapao was beaten up by his parents tragically, he was deducted for a week of pocket money.

Despite this, Wang Dapao always believed that his process of the King of Kings was still very successful, but there was some problem with the strategy...

Now in Miami, I don’t know the stall owner of Wang Dapao’s family, nor do I have the gang of people who have given everyone money to eat alone. Eating the King’s meal should be more perfect.

So, Wang Dapao found a place that looked very good and sat down.

"Hello, sir, how many of you?" A well-dressed waiter came over quickly and smiled at Wang Dapao.

Wang Dapao didn't say anything, and stretched out a finger.

"Okay, this is the menu." The waiter handed the menu to Wang Dapao and took out a pen to write it down.

"I want this, this, and this." Wang Dapao looked at the menu and ordered several dishes that seemed delicious.

"Okay sir." The waiter said with a smile: "You ordered four dishes in total, totaling one hundred and thirty dollars. Are you swiping your card or paying cash?"

"Xiami?" Wang Dapao was stunned for a moment, "Do you want to check out now?"

The waiter nodded.

"Oh!" Wang Dapao suddenly jumped up from the chair and touched his body with an anxious look on his face. "Where is my wallet? Why can't my wallet be found?"

Then, Wang Dapao headed out without looking back, and while walking, he muttered, "Where did my wallet fall?"

"Hmph." Just as Wang Dapao was about to walk out of the store, the sneer from the waiter behind him came into his ears, and Wang Dapao suddenly stopped.

The laughter was full of mockery and sarcasm, and he clearly looked down on himself! This guy guessed that he had no money from the beginning! He didn't have to pay for the meal here first, he asked this specifically!

Wang Dapao took a deep breath, pushed the door heavily and walked out!

Looking back and quarrel with him? Wang Dapao was not that stupid. Although he was extremely angry, he had no choice because he had no money. Although he wanted to take out a pile of money and throw it hard on the waiter, he said very awesomely, "I have money!" But the real situation is that he was indeed going to eat the King's meal!

"Damn it! You can see things that are lowly in people!"

Wang Dapao, who went out, spat hard and spat hard, cursing in confusion, "When I have money, I have to smash you with money to death!"

But no matter what, the plan for the Bawang Meal failed, and the extremely hungry Wang Dapao could only think of a second plan, "robbery."

There are several types of robbery: robbing stores and robbing passers-by. The former is more likely to get money, while the latter depends on luck.

The first thing Wang Dapao needs to try is the first type, robbery of the store.

He found a rather shabby shop that looked rather shabby and sparsely populated, opened the door and walked in.

"Boss, do you have a knife here?" Wang Dapao asked straight to the point as soon as he entered.

"Yes! Of course there are!" The owner of the store was a white old man who looked about fifties. He nodded and took out a packed knife from an unknown corner and said, "Boutique fruit knife, no bargaining for thirty dollars!"

Wang Dapao nodded and said, "Show me."

The boss was not very careful and handed the knife to Wang Dapao.

Wang Dapao opened the packaging, looked at the blade that seemed very sharp, and was thinking about how to say the robbery.

"How is this knife? Is this one good? It's easy to cut fruits." The boss said.

Wang Dapao nodded and spoke, "Fight...Fight...Fight..."

"Fight?" The boss looked at Wang Dapao who was stuttering, not understanding what was going on, "What else do you want?"

"No." Wang Dapao was about to die. Now he finally knew why Fan Wei stumbled when he said that he was robbed. When he became nervous, who wanted to stutter. "Battle... beat!"

"Robbery!" At this moment, a cold voice suddenly came from behind Wang Dapao. Wang Dapao looked back in surprise and saw a man wrapped in a black coat standing behind him, holding a black thing in his hand.

Wang Dapao looked carefully and found that the man was holding a gun!

"I don't want to hurt anyone. I'll just go!" The man continued, but the gun pointed at Wang Dapao and the store owner from afar.

"Damn it, right?" Wang Dapao was almost crying, "I'm not so unlucky again? I can encounter such a thing if I want to fight a robbery?"

Looking at the fruit knife in his hand and the pistol in the man's hand, Wang Dapao had to admit that it was also a robbery, and he was much more professional than himself.

"Put down the knife! Call out the money!" the man screamed excitedly.

"Brother! Don't be excited! I'm here to make soy sauce!" Wang Dapao decisively threw the fruit knife to the ground and shouted miserably: "I don't have a penny on me. If you want to rob him, just rob him!" Wang Dapao said as the store owner.
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