Chapter 2668: Master of Picking up Gold
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The Death Knell
- Chaos Art Troupe
- 1582 characters
- 2021-04-11 05:44:52
By the time Yamashiro Takuya squeezed a tram to get home, it was already more than an hour later.
If there is anything that humans shouldn't try, then the Tokyo Metropolitan Tram at noon in the summer is definitely one of them. Coupled with the attack in Minato today, the anxious people almost didn't squeeze the car.
Even with a super-strong physique and an extraordinary spider-sensing, when someone is squeezed in the carriage by someone and can't touch the ground with both feet, there is actually no difference between a spider and a sardine.
"Ah, my whole body hurts. Is it necessary for the railroadman to jump up and use force when he stuffed people into the car?" The dejected Takuya returned to his door like a walking dead: "I don't know if Xinzi left me. Lunch, trouble..."
After the death of his father, Takuya lived with his younger sister's new son and his younger brother Takuji. Because he often needed to go out to be a hero, his job as a professional motorcycle racer could only be put on hold, and his income was greatly reduced.
When there is no other way, Taku can only work for his girlfriend Hitomi Sakuma, who is a freelance photographer, and drag her around to take some photos of Spider-Man and Leopardon and sell them to the newspaper to make money.
But because of the need to keep his identity secret, Xiaotong was very upset about his performance of not seeing a figure at a critical moment.
Today, there was a major incident in the port area. I rushed over to solve it because I was so close. I forgot to take her with me. She should rush to the house soon to find herself afterwards, right?
With a wry smile, Takuya took out the key and opened the door. Seeing the motorcycle key on the key chain, he even wanted to cry.
That was his favorite car. The Iron Cross bombarded it and didn't hurt it at all. Today, I just forgot to lock the car for a while, and it ended up being lost...
"I am back."
Entering the house listlessly, changing shoes under the porch, he seemed to be surrounded by frustration.
Xinzi, who was still wearing an apron, ran over: "Welcome home, brother, sister Hitomi called here not long ago. It sounds very angry, what have you done?"
"It would be fine if I did something, this time I forgot to do something, alas..." Takuya stepped on the floor and rubbed his own haircut of Takuya Kimura's same style: "And I Food for you? I want to take a bath first."
"Ah, I'm cooking again. A visitor at home said that I picked up your motorcycle." Xinzi leaned closer, a little smile appeared on the baby's fat face, and said in a low voice, "It's a foreigner. It seems that I came to Tokyo from Ameliecan for sightseeing."
"Great, my car!" Takuya was happy when he heard it. The joy of losing the baby made him almost jump up without joy.
After all, he is only 20 years old this year, and he is still a teenager. If he has a little thought, he will show it on his face.
"Hey, my brother is such a fool. He lost all his motorcycles. Didn't you say that it was the life of a professional driver." The seventeen-year-old Xinzi pouted and shook his head silently: "So people came to the door. Come to return the lost property, I think I should be grateful, and let them stay at home for dinner, is it okay?"
Takuya tidyed up his clothes and touched his sister's head: "Of course it doesn't matter. If you have grace, it is our Shancheng family's style. You can go cook, I will go to the living room to meet those benefactors."
"Then give me some money. I don't even have kelp for miso soup at home. I have to go out and buy it." Xinzi stretched out his palm and moved quickly in front of Takuya.
When it comes to money, this is a bit uncomfortable. The little money for selling the photos has to be used for food for the family and tuition for younger brothers and sisters. Life is really tight.
Searching all over his pockets, Takuya found several thousand yen bills and put them in his sister's hands: "There are only these for the time being, don't worry, I will find big news with Xiaotong."
After speaking, he didn't even dare to look at his sister's expression, and walked to the living room with his head down.
He was able to save Tokyo, but he almost made his family hungry in his life. This feeling was very uncomfortable.
Thanks to the fact that in Japan, the land is private, my father left this house, otherwise it might be more difficult.
He walked into the living room and saw the two men and one woman. One of them was an Asian man in a robe standing aside and not taking a seat, looking like a bodyguard.
On the sofa, a pair of blond men and women were playing with the eight-year-old Takuji. The one-eyed man was holding a deformable robot toy in his hand and was teaching the boy how to deform. The joints of the toy made a clicking sound.
"It's really rude. I am Yamashiro Takuya. The benefactor came from afar and sent me the locomotive specially. I am very grateful."
He was very polite. When he entered the living room, he bowed at ninety degrees. If the decoration style of this house was not Western-style wooden floors but replaced with tatami mats, Su Ming estimated that he would even kneel and kowtow on the spot.
Of course, the premise is that he does not know that the death knell and the pedestrian are car thieves. As a hero, he doesn't think badly about people.
In his opinion, these foreign friends really picked up the car and returned it, and they were benefactors.
That is to say, Takuya is too innocent. He was so intoxicated that his locomotive was lost and recovered. He never thought about a logical problem. It has been nearly two hours after he got home by tram. Then how did the people who picked up the car get ahead of him Arrived?
But simplicity also has its advantages. Su Ming likes kind and innocent boys, and they are more powerful to use.
How did Su Ming find his home?
There are actually a lot of information in Japanese motorcycle license plates, which are generally composed of a combination of residence and numbers. The upper line is the city where the owner lives, and the lower number is the registration time and serial number.
Once I know which town it is, I find the office and check the ‘Car Product Registration Form’ according to the registration time. The address and phone number are available within minutes.
This is not difficult for Americans at all, and Japanese civil servants are respectable to Americans.
"Please don't be polite. It is abrupt to visit the house, but I think that motorcycle has been carefully maintained and should be something very important to its owner, so I will send it back to you as soon as possible." Su Ming stood up and shook hands with the youth. He patted the back of his hand affectionately.
"Thank you again, it is indeed my treasure, and great grace has nothing to do with it." Takuya bowed again, walked to the side of the sofa and sat down: "My sister is already preparing meals. Although it is simple, please condescend to taste it. ."
"Where, UU reading www.uukanshu.com, Ms. Yamashiro is a model person like Yamato Nadeshiko. It is a great honor to be able to taste the lunch she made by herself." Su Ming smiled and followed the polite, Japanese. To be polite is to have this kind of strength that is almost alienated: "My name is Slade Wilson, from the United States, this is my housekeeper king, and student Gwen Poole."
Gwen was holding the little boy to play with toys, and when she heard the introduction, she just looked up and smiled without saying anything.
But Wang was still like that, expressionless.
"Wow, Wilson-san, your Japanese is so good that I am ashamed as a Japanese, but I can speak English, don't bother you anymore. You look older than me, just call me Taku. ."
Taku wasn't too used to this kind of serious atmosphere, he was a little uncomfortable sitting there, and the smile on his face was not as good as the other's.
"Speaking of trouble, I do want to trouble you with something." The death knell changed out of English, and the words changed in an instant, with a more indisputable tone: "If someone needs Takuya, you can save it. Would you like to go to a place with us?"
"Is it Amelitian?" Takuya squeezed his palm, his expression a little embarrassed: "You are my benefactor, of course I am willing to help, but in this situation at home, it is really impossible to be cloned... Excuse me, what exactly is it?"
Su Ming waved his hand and took out a few bottles of soda from his pockets like magic, and gave each of you a bottle: "There is a group of bad guys who want to invade the earth. I want you to join us to fight the invaders, yes, I can pay you a commission to subsidize the household, both U.S. dollars and gold."
Takuya's heart missed a beat. He had never seen the opponent's ability to fetch things out of thin air. Also, has his identity been exposed?