Type-Moon, but the Servant is Tom

"?...? Saka...is it now?!"

Feeling the strong push on his back, Mr. Jin felt as if he was nailed to the Gundam seat, and his expression gradually became frightened.

That fable came to mind crazily, but he knew that that fable... was not now.

Holding back his reluctance, Mr. Jin finally pressed a button.

Chapter 281 Moon-shaped version of Fat Blue Man

"Wuhu~!!!"

Looking at the 'rocket' heading towards the sky at the far end, Tom raised his hands excitedly and shouted happily in his mouth.

Not only Tom, but also Jerry, who was sitting in the third driver's seat at this time, also looked at Mr. Jin taking off with excitement.

Jerry, as a rat, does not know Mr. King, who he is, or why he wants to beat him.

Jerry only knew that they were going to go on a killing spree!

Even Spike, who was completely excluded from the driver's ranks and had no place to sit, could only lie on the ground in the corner of the cab and lick a chicken bone the size of his little finger.

At this time, he looked at the picture on the screen with a happy face, quietly waiting for the fireworks in the sky.

Although it is not even known to be open at Tata at this time, it does not matter, after the previous fireworks incident.

It was very natural, and I knew there would definitely be fireworks next.

Spike has no other hobbies on weekdays. The first one is eating. He is not like Tom and Jerry who stir up trouble. Whether it is leftovers or leftovers, everything that goes into his mouth is delicious.

Even a trace of meat... not even a chicken leg bone that has no meaty taste, Spike can happily chew it to the end.

For example, the stick he is holding in his mouth has been chattering since yesterday morning. Until now, it is a gift from the owner.

Although this 'gift' is somewhat shabby, it doesn't care, as long as its owner stops thinking about his wife. (referring to the red gun)

Speaking of my wife, I don’t know how her dog son is doing in his hometown.

He just realized a few days ago that he seemed to have left his dog son in his hometown, and he was directly worried about the dog father who loved his dog son very much.

Looking at the fireworks that were about to bloom, a trace of melancholy appeared in Spike's eyes, wondering whether to take his dog son over from his hometown.

But I am worried that if the dog son comes, he will be acclimatized.

"Hiss Liu~ Hiss Liu~."

Spike shook his head and continued to talk about the chicken leg bone that his owner gave him. At the same time, he continued to watch the fireworks in full bloom, hoping to use the fireworks to relieve his sorrow.

Bai Song, who was sitting in the passenger seat at this time, was silent for a long time after seeing what happened to Mr. Jin, and finally he could hold back these two words.

"...awesome."

He is what Wan Wanmei thinks of, Mr. Jin, as the most ancient husband!

He was fucked so quickly. What kind of science fiction movie is this? Fortunately, before the battle, he was deeply worried about whether there would be any problems in the next battle, so the worry was completely in vain.

There is a saying that Queshi underestimated Tom.

But no matter how you say it, Mr. Jin can be regarded as the Xingyue World version of Fatty Blue, with a lot of strange and weird Noble Phantasms.

According to incomplete statistics.

In Mr. Jin's treasure trove is an automatic cooking machine that can defeat Emiya's chef Red A in the cooking competition.

There is a light boat that can travel 3,000 light years in one night and elope with your wife.

There are also a total of six super-ancient nuclear bombs mounted on the aerial battleship Vimana, which is derived from Indian mythology.

However... in this game, Mr. Jin didn't have time to use any of them before he went offline gorgeously.

It was precisely because of his understanding of Mr. Jin's information that Bai Song dared to assert that the Tata Kai with Mr. Jin would be a battle that was difficult to determine the outcome and would be the most difficult battle since coming to this world.

The result...that's it?

"Is this really Kim Pika?"

As he said that, Bai Song looked at his whoring roll with some suspicion.

I saw that Mr. Jin's participation information had been updated on his whoring roll. From this, I could at least confirm that Mr. Jin was indeed here to compete, not just an easter egg.

"Let me see...Namikaze Gilgeous?"

After looking at the name registered on the prostitution roll, Bai Song looked at the golden pickup truck that was shot into the sky on the screen, and said with a constipated look on his face, "Who is sending it here?"

Bai Song shook his head and put the white prostitution scroll he got from Gudazi's black skirt into his pocket.

No matter what that guy's name was, it was definitely Mr. Jin.

Although the total duration of the battle just now did not even allow him to finish his breakfast, Bai Song lowered his head and looked at the breakfast that was still in his hand, and then directly put it into his mouth.

However, if you win, you win, and you can rush directly to the finish line.

Now Bai Song can't wait to summon his next servant.

"Transform!"

With a shout from his mouth, Bai Song pressed the button to transform back into the chariot form.

I saw a flash of white light, and there was also no transformation special effects or animation. The cat, mouse, and dog mecha instantly transformed back into its tank form.

It was exactly the same as when he transformed into a cat, mouse and dog mecha. It seemed that he couldn't bear to spend a little money on special effects.

Bai Song, who sat back in the driver's seat, drank the ad calcium, swallowed the buns in his mouth, then took control of the steering wheel and set sail for the distance.

"so close......"

On the roadside, Souji, who was riding a unicycle at this time, couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief.

Just now, she really almost thought that because of Mr. Jin's slash, she would die on the spot and become the first servant in the audience to be eliminated by others.

Fortunately, I saved my life.

Although she didn't do anything just now, the strategic goal was indeed achieved, and Mr. Jin was perfectly expelled from the competition.

As a result, her competitor was left with only one person.

At this time, the director-general even began to look forward to it. If...she meant if, if Mr. Jin died suddenly on the spot in the next explosion, it would be great.

In this case, he would not need to repay the tens of thousands of points he owed for damaging his bicycle.

But...if Mr. Jin hasn't taken out the Holy Grail as the prize yet, it would be better to die later. After all, she doesn't want to draw water from a bamboo basket and get nothing.

The best ending should be that Mr. Jin was bombed but not dead, but paralyzed by the bomb, leaving only the power to open those strange 'doors'.

In this case, Souji feels very good. He has no power to collect debts from himself and can award himself an award after he wins the final championship.

Just thinking about getting rid of his own weaknesses after obtaining the Holy Grail made Xingyu come to the rescue.

However... what no one noticed was that the Gundam that was shot into the sky had new changes at this time.

Chapter 282 Jerry’s Tile Throwing!!!

"Kacha~!"

After Mr. Jin pressed a special red button with SOS written on it.

After a sudden change in the structure that held the head, the Gundam's head had loosened its grip on the Gundam's torso.

At this time, the Gundam's head is like a broken house. It only needs a light kick to collapse.

And just before the foil sword of the cat-and-mouse-dog mecha almost stabbed Pi Yanzi, Mr. Jin's Pi Yanzi was as loose as the head, but at this time he became more active.

Under the Gundam's head, an orange-yellow flame suddenly appeared, exerting a strong push on the Gundam.

At this moment, the Gundam's head is like the Gundam's survival cabin to Mr. Jin, under this powerful thrust.

The Gundam...started to split up!

Looking down, Mr. Jin showed a contented smile after confirming that the cat, mouse, and dog mecha did not attack him at all, but continued on the road.

"There's nothing to be afraid of anymore."

After completing the separation, Gundam tilted his head forward and moved forward laterally.

However, while moving laterally, Mr. Jin first shut down the propulsion system of the Gundam Head. After all, this was the rule he wrote, and the vehicle was prohibited from using thrust to stay in the air or double jump.

The rules I wrote were broken by myself. What is this?

If the audience saw it, they would think Mr. Jin couldn't afford it!

Naturally, Gundam's move of splitting up could not be hidden from the people on the ground... to be precise, it was two people and three little ones.

After all, the contestants present were all looking up at the sky, waiting for the fireworks to fill the sky.

This is not something without precedent. Bai Song had already set off six fireworks before, and everyone present was also a witness to the fireworks show, including even Arturia who had just sent it off. The head office is prosperous.

No one says you can't look behind you when you're running away, right?

Moreover, when the fireworks set off by Bai Song exploded, the scene was indeed spectacular.

There were even videos of the entire fireworks show recorded on many video websites. Souji himself downloaded a copy of it on his mobile phone and watched it again before the start of the game.

At that time, I was still thinking that it would be great if I could see such a spectacular fireworks again. I never thought that the wish I made in the morning would come true before the morning was over!

This kind of efficiency is really amazing.

However, if possible, the Souji would prefer that the fireworks show appear at night. After all, the atmosphere of watching fireworks is only at night.

Just as he was preparing to watch the fireworks show, he suddenly saw Gundam moving separately. Bai Song was stunned.

"Rough, flying head barbarian?!"

"Huhahahahaha! I didn't expect that, Schrödinger!" Looking at Bai Song below who was looking up at him, Mr. Jin was very pleased with this kind of gaze looking up at him.

"I am back again!!!"

Looking up at the flying man gliding down directly above him, Bai Songman Manchester United ordered Jerry from a black line, "Jerry, knock him down for me."

Within a few seconds, Bai Song lowered his head again and rubbed his cervical spine with his hands.

After Jerry received Bai Song's order, he decisively turned around and gave Bai Song a military salute, and he had already put on a beautiful uniform of a World War II soldier with goggles.

Just by looking at it, I think Jerry's outfit is quite professional.

After completing the salute, Jerry turned around again and looked at the console in front of him with a serious face.

I saw that the control panel was full of red buttons. If the designer hadn't hit people on the spot, it would have been difficult to tell what these buttons did.

However, Jerry, as the chief designer, understands it very well!

Jerry decisively pressed a red button, a small opening opened in front of him, and an arm holding a black hammer stretched out.

Then according to Jerry's position, he directly hit with a hammer.

"Crack!"

Obviously, Jerry was completely unprepared for this sudden attack.

With just one blow of the hammer, Jerry, who was originally very three-dimensional, turned into a mouse piece on his seat, and even blinked twice.

After beating Jerry, the hammer went back to where it came from without leaving a trace behind.

After seeing Jerry's performance, Bai Song silently slapped himself in the face and looked away.

"...Jerry, what are you doing, Jerry!"

"Bo'er~~~."

But it didn't matter, after just a soft sound, like pulling out the toilet lever, Jerry, who had been beaten to pieces, jumped back to his original state.

Looking back in the direction of Bai Song, Jerry scratched the back of his head sheepishly.

If it was willing to speak, it would probably have started to defend itself by now, something like 'mistake, mistake'.

After scratching his head twice, Jerry's expression returned to seriousness. Sitting on his seat and looking at a lot of various buttons in front of him, Jerry hesitated.

There are actually not a few buttons that attack drivers like the one just now. The reason is very simple, it is to prevent theft.

But...it seems like no one has the same body shape as it, right? Jerry admits it was careless.

"His~hoo, hiss~hoo~, hiss~hoo."

After taking several deep breaths, Jerry finally tremblingly extended the index finger of his right hand to a red button. After making up his mind, Jerry finally pressed the button very quickly and accurately.

"Snapped!"