Chapter 1463
These three are still too authoritative.
Tom was hunched over, tail held straight up, eyes wide open, and claws pounding frantically on the control panel. Jerry darted between buttons and levers, his little eyes gleaming with defiance, occasionally turning back to make a face.
Come on, you silly cat!
"!!!"
Tom slapped down, tilting the main control lever. Jerry leaped onto the energy core, flicking it with his little paws, and the core's protective shield opened. Tom chased after him, pouncing on the core, clawing and biting wildly, while Jerry slid down his tail and hid at the bottom of the machine.
Click!
An oil pipeline was bitten through.
Click-clack!
The circuit board was pulled out, and Jerry held it like a trophy, waving it back and forth in front of Tom.
"Come and take it!"
"!!!"
Tom pounced, but Jerry dodged, and Tom's paw plunged directly into the transformer.
boom!
A spark flew, and Tom's fur stood on end, making him look like a blue dandelion, but he didn't give up and kept chasing.
Masaki Keigo's machine was thus dismantled.
It wasn't destroyed by an enemy, nor by a monster; it was dismantled into parts by a cat and a mouse chasing each other.
"My...my..." Masaki Keigo's voice trembled, as if it were being squeezed from deep in his throat, "My machine..."
He rushed forward, trying to stop it, but the big dog suddenly darted out from the side, carrying a steel pipe in its mouth, its tail wagging wildly, its eyes as big as copper bells staring at him, as if to say, "You want to play too?"
Masaki Keigo froze.
Spike spat the steel pipe onto the ground, lowered his front paws to the ground, stuck his rear end up high, and wagged his tail like a flag.
"You little bastard! Come on! Let's play together!"
"..."
Masaki Keigo took three steps back, and then—
Masaki Keigo has turned red!
His face changed from white to red, from red to purple, from purple to blue, like an overloaded machine, as if smoke was about to billow from his head. He threw the wreckage of the detector in his hand to the ground, breaking it into eight pieces, and then pointed at the three figures still playing around, his fingers trembling like someone with Parkinson's disease.
"Where the hell did these three bastards come from?!"
His voice was distorted, like a piece of iron being sanded, sharp and hoarse.
"Do you know how much this machine costs?! Do you know how long it took me to assemble it?! Do you know this machine is used to find the secret of the Giant of Light?!"
Tom tilted his head, blinked his big eyes, and let out a confused "?"
That expression seemed to say, "I don't know," "I was just passing by," and "What does this have to do with me?"
Jerry squatted on the wreckage of the machine, clutching the circuit board, his little eyes darting around, and then—
He put the circuit board in his mouth.
Click, click, click.
Chewed it.
"..."
Masaki Keigo's mouth was wide enough to fit an egg.
Spike watched from the side, grinning to reveal his gleaming white teeth, and wagging his tail even more enthusiastically.
"Hey kid! Your machine tastes pretty good! Any more?"
"..."
Masaki Keigo finally broke down.
He plopped down on the ground, hands covering his head, his white coat—now just a tattered rag—draped over his body, making him look like a plucked hen. His eyes were vacant, and he muttered to himself, like some ancient incantation.
"The Giant of Light... Ruins... Secrets..."
"Gone...all gone..."
"Three wicked beasts...three..."
In the distance, Tom and Jerry resumed their chase, running from one end of the ruins to the other, leaving behind only half-collapsed walls in their wake. Spike, with a steel pipe in his mouth, followed behind, his massive body pounding the ground like a tank. Masaki Keigo watched this scene and suddenly laughed.
His smile looked worse than his tears.
"Hahaha...three wicked beasts...hahaha..."
"I, the dignified Masaki Keigo... was defeated by three bastards..."
"Hahaha……"
The assistant peeked out from the corner and asked cautiously, "Dr. Masaki... are you... are you alright?"
"Are you alright?" Masaki Keigo looked up, his eyes unfocused. "I'm fine... I'm very fine..."
"So...should we continue digging?"
"Dig?" Masaki Keigo looked at the excavation site, which had become a meteorite crater, and then at the three figures playing around in the distance. He suddenly stood up.
"I'm not digging anymore!"
"what?"
"Change careers!" Masaki Keigo tossed the tattered rag over his shoulder, his eyes burning with a morbid obsession. "I'm going to study these three bastards!"
"……what?!"
"They're even more mysterious than the Giants of Light!" Masaki Keigo pointed at Tom, his finger trembling. "That blue cat! It can take apart machines! It can brew poison! It can fly airplanes!"
"That rat! It can blow up holes! It can eat metal! It can command dogs!"
"That big dog! It can talk! It can drive a tank! It can chase cats!"
"Is this even a living organism?! Is this even science?!"
"I want to study them! I want to slice them! I want to—"
Before he could finish speaking, Spike suddenly turned his head, his large, bell-like eyes staring at him, a steel pipe dangling from his mouth, and made a low "woo-woo" sound.
Masaki Keigo froze.
Then he saw the blue cat turn its head, blink its big eyes, and the corners of its mouth seemed to curve slightly.
The little mouse also turned its head, its small eyes flashing with a dangerous light.
"..."
Masaki Keigo swallowed hard, slowly backing away, slowly backing away, and then—
He turned and ran.
"Doctor! Doctor!" the assistant called after him, "Didn't you say you were going to study them?!"
"Research my ass!" Masaki Keigo's voice echoed in the wind. "Survival first!!!"
Three figures stood in the ruins, watching his departing figure.
Tom licked his paws.
Jerry held Peanut, his little eyes narrowed into slits.
Spike slung the steel pipe over his shoulder and grinned.
"Hey! Kid! Why are you running away! I haven't had enough fun yet!"
Amidst the ruins, the wind blew, carrying away a mournful cry that went unheard.
Masaki Keigo, a renowned scientist and seeker of the Giant of Light, was defeated by three monstrous creatures.
Moreover, they suffered a crushing defeat.
Masaki Keigo thinks this is a damn conspiracy by Choi Myung!
He huddled in the makeshift tent, wrapped in a tattered blanket, holding a cold cup of coffee, his eyes burning like two will-o'-the-wisps. Outside the tent, Tom and Jerry were chasing each other, while Spike ran around with a steel pipe in his mouth. The three of them were having a great time, and the tent's frame trembled wherever they went.
“That Storm One…” Masaki Keigo gritted his teeth, his voice barely audible, “He definitely sensed something… that’s why he sent these bastards to disgust him!!!”
The more he thought about it, the more reasonable it seemed.
Who is Cui Ming? Storm One! The nemesis of TPC! How could that kind of guy not know he's excavating ruins? How could he not know he's searching for the secret of the Giant of Light? How could he possibly let himself be left to his own devices? (End of Chapter)