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Bruce's eyes were staring at the bald man, and the bald man looked back at him. There was a faint sense of confusion in the other's dead fish eyes. He also vaguely felt a strange aura on Bruce's body.

But he couldn't tell what it felt like.It's like suddenly seeing a bright lighthouse in the dark night, which makes people unable to take their eyes away.

This strange throbbing in his heart made him look at Bruce for a moment longer, just when he was about to speak.

"Hey"

As soon as he shouted the first word, there was a strong wind pressure impact around him.

Without thinking, the bald man swayed and dodged a black shadow that was coming straight at him. Bruce and Mick also immediately dodged, and the black shadow crashed directly into the ruins of the building behind Bruce.

With a loud noise and a huge impact from the violent wind pressure, the already damaged house collapsed even more completely. This poor house was so broken that its original shape could not be seen at all.

In the smoke and dust that filled the sky, the three onlookers stepped back slightly in disgust. Then they heard a rumbling sound and Genos crawled out of the ruins in a slightly embarrassed manner.

Although he remained expressionless, Mick, who was watching from the sidelines, almost screamed.

Because Genos lost one of his steel arms.There are only various bare metal lines left on the shoulders. Judging from the traces, it seems that they were cut off directly by something extremely sharp at lightning speed.

"You'd better leave quickly."

He glanced around at the three people in front of him, still maintaining that hard and cold tone.

"How could Genos? You are an S-class hero."

Mick found it a little hard to accept that Genos was actually at a disadvantage, and even one of his alloy arms was removed. Is that weird leader who controls the mosquito swarm really so powerful?

"Hey. What are you still trying to do there? You've obviously been cut all over your body."

The bald man showed no other emotions such as surprise. He stared at a pair of dead fish eyes and complained to Genos.

Genos' body looked a little miserable at this moment. The T-shirt he was wearing was almost cut into strips and hung on his body. The injuries of the bone-coated mechanical skeleton could be seen in many places, scattered messily in every corner of his body. Even The delicate simulated skin coating on the face also had multiple damages and cracks, and the hair was messy and stained with a lot of dust and tiny gravels. It looked like an exquisite life-size doll that had been crazily destroyed.

"You can't keep up with her speed."

Bruce frowned a little.

If purely in terms of destructive power, Robot Superman Genos will definitely be able to exert greater power, but judging from his previous viewings, Genos' moves obviously require a certain amount of energy, and the more powerful they are, the more powerful they are. Strong, the preparation time required will be longer.

Especially the astonishing incendiary cannon at the end, which has almost one second of hard-charging power, and can be used to regain strength. However, facing an enemy that is equal to or even faster than one's own agility, it takes close to one second to dodge three enemies. All skills are enough. If you can't hit the enemy, you can only use undifferentiated AOE skills that can calculate how far the opponent can escape in one second at close range, that is, to forcefully attack with large-scale damage. But if you do this , I'm afraid this entire block will disappear along with it.

Genos obviously had this concern. He was tied up and had no way to use a larger area of ​​​​destruction ability. He could only fall at a disadvantage and be beaten unilaterally by Mosquito Girl.

"According to calculations, I still have a 40.00% chance of defeating her without causing large-scale damage, which is enough."

Genos took a few steps forward and passed the three of them. His orange electronic eyes glanced sharply at the night sky, but he was slightly startled because the Mosquito Queen disappeared.

"Where has she gone?"

Genos felt wary thoughts in his mind.

According to his judgment, the other party should take advantage of the victory and pursue it, but why did the other party disappear after just a few words?

Following his gaze, the three Bruces seemed to have noticed this situation.

"Have you noticed that the mosquito swarms are also gone?"

Bruce suddenly said coldly.

""

A trace of doubt first flashed in Genos's eyes, and then, he seemed to have thought of something.

Turning his head suddenly, he looked at the end of the Alpha Block. His eyes seemed to penetrate the space and saw the Beta Block a thousand meters away. There, there was a large shelter in City B. In the city, about every three A shelter will be set up in the neighborhood to protect civilians from monster disaster attacks, and it is at this time that the crowds will be the densest.

"Give."

Bruce has handed over his handheld communication device. This is the second time he has lent it to Genos.

The two met their eyes, and it was obvious that both of them had thought of the worst outcome.

"Thank you."

Bruce turned on the phone, opened the communication window page, and dialed back the previous call to the Heroes Association. After a busy tone, Genos immediately took the phone with his only remaining robotic arm.

After reporting his identity information and passing voice recognition authentication, Genos immediately warned him before the other end of the phone started talking.

"Weirdos may be attacking the shelter. Please ask the association to immediately mobilize S-class heroes near the shelter in Beta Block to attack them. The opponent has risen to dragon-level monsters and has extremely high agility. Please be careful."

At this time, he no longer wanted to threaten to fight alone to take the opponent's head.

If the shelter is breached, not only will it cause large-scale casualties, but this weirdo seems to rely on blood to strengthen itself. Once she absorbs the blood of thousands of people, God knows what terrible things will happen.

After he finished speaking, he didn't care to say anything more to Bruce and the others. Powerful flame power erupted from his feet, and his whole body turned into a meteor, flying towards the target direction.

"E"

The bald man who was left standing aside was a little confused at this time. He had a dull expression on his face, and he didn't know whether he was talking to himself or talking to Bruce Mick.

"What is he going to do in such a hurry? He seemed to have just said that weirdos were going to attack the shelter."

"The Mosquito leader has a certain intelligence, and she desires blood. This is the main purpose of this attack, not to cause trouble for the so-called heroes."

Bruce still had the same low tone as before.

"She is for the blood of humans in this city. The blood will make her stronger."

"Teacher, let's go help quickly."

Mick was a little annoyed at this time. He came from the shelter. He didn't expect that the weirdo would selectively attack the shelter in the end. If he had known, he might as well have stayed, maybe he could have helped immediately. .

However, it was obvious that he was only thinking about how to perform.

But Mick had forgotten that the current disaster had already reached dragon level. He, a young man who had awakened his abilities for the first time, wanted to intervene in a disaster of this level. Obviously, what Bruce had just said to him had basically turned a deaf ear to him.

Seeing all the subtle changes on Mick's face, Bruce shook his head secretly in his heart.

"Let's go."

He stepped forward, and the corner of his eye rested on the bald man for a second.

But he didn't say much, and quickly chased Genos away with Mick, leaving the bald man alone. Saitama, the bald caped man, scratched his smooth head and said to himself.

"I'll go too."

The battlefield has been moved again.

From the abandoned neighborhoods on the outskirts of City B, to the Alpha Street area, to the Beta Street area, tonight, it seems that it is destined to be a difficult night for both heroes and ordinary civilians to sleep peacefully.

The huge cylindrical shelter is divided into three floors: the surface layer accommodates ordinary civilians, the underground layer accommodates social elites, and the second underground layer has the most stringent and solid protection measures.

The lowest level is used for the refuge of the highest-ranking people in society, such as government officials, industry authorities, scientists, PhD professors, celebrities, etc., and has the best comfort.

In fact, the urban construction of this world is like a kind of hive. The residences of these top class people are usually allocated and settled. They even have special direct access to the shelter through underground facilities. Efficiency and convenience are also the exclusive privileges of these special groups. For them, taking refuge is usually as simple and comfortable as gathering for drinks and tea at a wine party occasionally.

The civilians on the ground were still crowded together, eagerly waiting for the disaster end announcement from the Heroes Association in the hall. On the first and second floors, the privileged people gathered together to talk and laugh, or talk about daily life. , or communicate about work, or chat about various gossips, enjoy the soft sofas and seats, and there are even many exclusive waiters on the second floor who will provide various recreational services to pass this boring time. In this layer, you don't even feel the atmosphere of disaster.

Just when people were waiting for the disaster to end as usual, suddenly the lights in the hall on the second floor flickered brightly and dimly.

This also attracted people's attention.

"what happened"

A middle-aged man wearing a white suit and slicked back hair sat on a large brown sofa chair, called a waiter, and asked with a calm expression.

The waiter nodded respectfully and contacted the Heroes Association through the smart device in his hand.

He wore a round-ear wireless earphone in his ear, and he seemed to hear some kind of reply. His expression was slightly startled, and then he whispered something into the middle-aged man's ear.

"The ground floor has been invaded."

The middle-aged man couldn't help but frowned.

"Yes, Mayor, do you want to negotiate with the association?"

The handsome waiter said softly.

"What do these guys do for food?"

The middle-aged man's expression was obviously a little displeased. He was obviously referring to the heroes who were dealing with the disaster.

"The design of the shelter is indestructible. How did the weirdos break in?"

At the same time, he was a little puzzled. The design of the shelter was finally formed after more than ten generations of continuous optimization by dozens of design masters, including experts in geology, architecture, materials science, and electronic engineering.

Theoretically, even the ground floor has defenses that can withstand the aftermath of a nuclear explosion. In recent years, there seems to have been no incident of a new generation of shelters being breached. Why did tonight's disaster suddenly become so big?

"Didn't you say it was just a ghost-level disaster?"

"It's already at the dragon level now. The association said it's a bit tricky."

The waiter was still communicating with the Heroes Association. After a pause, he continued.

"It's not that the monsters themselves invaded. People from the special association said that the monsters who caused this disaster were able to control insects and controlled a massive swarm of mosquitoes to attack our city. Now a large swarm of insects has surrounded the shelter and destroyed it. There were ventilation ducts and other weak window facilities, which led to the attack."

"The attack caused a part of the electronic equipment in the shelter to burn out and short-circuit, so the power outage just occurred. However, the backup power supply was subsequently connected to the main system and continued to provide energy supply."

The waiter explained.

"Dragon level"

Now the mayor couldn't sit still.He stood up directly.

“Is this city’s S-class in place?”