Chapter 771: Lightning Joins (Second update, seeking subscriptions!)

Ohio, Springfield.

The night was like ink, the stars were sparse, and the carnival playground was brightly lit and noisy.

Most of the project areas were crowded with people, and only a few projects appeared deserted because they were unpopular and boring.

Chris Bradley sat in his booth, enviously watching the bustle around him; the light bulb on the table in front of him flickered on and off, just like his mood at the moment.

The bustle belongs to them, I have nothing!

"What do you do?" A tall and beautiful woman came to his booth and asked curiously.

A customer had arrived, but he didn't show excitement; many people had asked throughout the night, but very few were actually willing to spend money to play.

He sat up slightly, squeezed out a smile that could barely be called enthusiastic, and explained: "Just turn off the light to win a prize."

"One dollar for three tries."

The tall and beautiful woman glanced at the light bulb on the table and the switch next to it, then smiled and handed over the money.

"I want to try."

Chris Bradley's eyes lit up, and his demeanor became a bit more enthusiastic.

"Snap!"

The woman flipped the switch, and the light bulb remained bright.

"This is too obvious." The woman suspected he was cheating and directly unplugged the power to the light bulb.

However, the light bulb did not go out.

Chris Bradley proudly held up two fingers: "That's two tries."

The woman smiled, looking at him while unscrewing the light bulb from the socket.

However... the light bulb remained bright!

"A bit interesting."

The woman was slightly surprised, put down the gradually heating light bulb, and smiled at Chris Bradley, whose face had already changed color.

"My master wants to talk to you."

Chris Bradley's body tensed, and he said with a nervous, forced smile: "I, I don't think there's anything to talk about."

The woman shook her head with a smile: "I don't care what you think, I care what I think!"

"..."

Chris Bradley stared at her: "Who are you?"

The woman shook her head again: "Who I am is not important; what's important is who my master is."

Chris Bradley shrugged and went along with it: "Alright, then who is your master?"

"You'll know when you see him."

It came back around again.

Chris Bradley sighed and said seriously: "Listen, I don't care who you or your master are, I don't want to cause trouble, you can go."

"What if I don't?"

"Zzzzz—"

The sound of electric current surged, and all the lights in the booth eerily emitted light beyond their capacity and began to flicker rapidly.

"I'm not afraid of you!"

Chris Bradley stared at her, his eyes cold and fierce.

The next second.

His expression froze, and a fawning, forced smile appeared on his face.

Being aimed at by a pitch-black gun barrel, he couldn't be tough at all.

"Aren't you not afraid?"

The woman teased with a smile and pointed to a motorhome not far behind the booth.

That was his motorhome, and also his home.

His home had been stolen...

Chris Bradley was somewhat incredulous.

His ability was to generate electricity and control all electrical appliances; there were many cameras in the motorhome, and although they didn't look like they were connected to power at first glance, they were actually running all the time.

If someone entered the motorhome, he would know immediately, and even see the images the cameras could see.

But until now, the images seen by the cameras were normal, and there was simply no one in the somewhat dim motorhome. ===== CHAPTER 773 =====