The smell of barbecue rushed into the nostrils, the electrical signals traveling along the olfactory nerves reached the brain, and the orbitofrontal cortex instinctively evaluated the richness of the aroma, automatically associating it with a Kobe steak cooked to medium-well.
"No, I'm a bit full."
Hansel waved his hand stiffly, especially after seeing that toe wobbling due to muscle pulling.
"Suit yourself." Blood Lion Roar didn't mind, biting off a large chunk of meat, the oil from his side whiskers dripped onto the head of the Infinite Justice Mecha, flowing along the curve of the armor, and fell into the cockpit.
The two knitted storage bags by the cockpit wall were stuffed full. Hansel's power exoskeleton goggles automatically activated reconnaissance skills, scanning the items in the storage bag.
Fine quality [D'Artagnan's Matchlock Gun], with the effect of firing a powerful lead bullet with auto-aim/armor-piercing/poisoned effects;
