Marvel, one punch

11. Shocking! A man actually did such a thing!?

The sky has turned slightly white

In this slum called Hell's Kitchen.

In this alley full of darkness and ugliness.

I can still see a glimmer of light, a glimmer of justice.

Luke Iron Fist Matt Jessica

A bald man wearing rustic clothes put his hands in the shape of a trumpet in front of his mouth and kept shouting.

Where did they go?

Saitama half-squatted a little decadently, resting his hands on his knees.

After finishing the interview with Mrs. Gao, Saitama started looking for Luke and the others. Saitama had a headache. He had almost gone through all the places like this, but he still couldn't find Luke and the others.

He even knocked out a few homeless people who were smiling obscenely at him, and some blind ninjas in red.

Saitama looked up at the sky with his eyes closed. The moon was quietly about to set, and a red sun appeared on the other side.

It's good weather again today

At the same time, this also means that Saitama's fatal reflexes against passers-by will not stop.

It's better to go out and take a look first.

Saitama plans to get out of this dark Hell's Kitchen. After all, there is nothing worth staying in this place. The only bungalow that can be rented for free has become a ruin not long ago, and there is an old lady vomiting blood lying on it.

No place to live and no money

Saitama sighed deeply, randomly chose a path, and walked out angrily, crossing his legs and walking like a stranger.

Uncle, what are you doing?

Saitama successfully walked out and stood on a bright and open street, looking ahead with empty eyes.

Maybe it's the weekend.

There were not many New Yorkers on the street. The quiet world was filled with rustling sounds from time to time.

Therefore, it is easy to find that among the neatly parked battery cars, there is a yellow man who has gone through many vicissitudes of life but has not lost his elegance. He has a sexy mustache and is full of leadership qualities. He is squatting there and tinkering with something. .

Yo, found out

The yellow man stood up and waved to Saitama, then grinned.

I got on the battery car in front of me, whined a few times, and drove away.

On the quiet street, a little sheep was catching shrimps wantonly.

The yellow man sitting on the seat freed up a hand, took out a pack of cigarette boxes with China printed on them from his daily fourth-dimensional pocket, skillfully took out one, snapped his fingers at the cigarette butt, and lit it without any reason. stand up.

Hold it in your mouth and take a deep breath

Life should be so beautiful

His eyes gradually became blurred, and he recalled the happy days of stealing batteries.

Uncle, it's very dangerous to ride a bicycle like this.

The yellow man was stunned for a moment, and then he realized what he was feeling. He followed the sound and saw that a shining bald head with a somewhat handsome fish face was already close to his side, looking at him with a pair of dead fish eyes.

shit

The yellow man was so frightened that he tightened his grip on the brakes while feeling his lower body shrinking. Before he finished speaking, the car and the people flew out.

Let me tell you, it's definitely not safe for you to ride like that. Saitama helped the yellow man, whose face was bleeding from the fall, and educated him seriously.

The man had a bitter look on his face and kept muttering to himself that it wasn't because you scared me that this would happen.

By the way, uncle, you just stole this battery car, right?

yes duck

The man didn't quibble, and spoke quickly and quite proudly.

Hum, bald head, let me tell you, I am not bragging, if you leave your battery car even for 5 seconds, then I, Zhou, can confidently tell you that your battery car will be gone soon.

Jianghu gave me a nickname, and it sounded like an old man. The man looked at Saitama sideways at this moment, and seeing the dull look on the bald head, he thought he was stunned by what he said.

He rubbed his hands and continued: Personal name, Che Guevara

Saitama pressed his smooth round face and asked without any hesitation.

Stealing is wrong. Why not go to work and earn money to support yourself?

The man tilted his head and waved.

It is impossible to work part-time. It is impossible to work part-time in this life.

Saitama was a little helpless and took out the mobile phone trophy he had obtained from the three black men from his fourth-dimensional crotch.

For a while.

Okay, I'll call the police for you. They'll come over later and take you to the detention center.

Saying this, Saitama picked up Zhou with a smile on his face, and suddenly lowered his waist.

Zhou's head hit the ground and he fainted.

Staring at the big bulge on Zhou's head, Saitama touched it apologetically, then turned around and walked away, ready to leave.

I don’t know how to do business, so I can only live like this by stealing things like this.

Entering the detention center feels like going home. It feels much better in the detention center than at home.

Zhou, who was unconscious, was lying on the ground, still mumbling something, but Saitama was already far away and could not hear him.

Phew, you did another good thing

Saitama slouched in front of the newborn sun god and walked aimlessly along the street.

Oh this uncle

Saitama stopped at the door of a small shop that was already open for business, staring at the TV screen hanging on the wall with empty eyes.

The morning news is playing inside.

The chairman of Zhenjing Stark Group actually has such an identity

Saitama glanced at the title, then looked at the man in suit and leather suit facing the camera on the screen.

Hey, young man, what are you doing standing there stupidly? That's Tony Stark on TV. He's already rich. You can't just stare and daydream.

A kind old man came out of the store.

Saitama wiped the saliva that overflowed from his mouth. He was trying to remember who the man on the TV was. He felt like he had seen him before, so he stayed there.

At this moment, he was stunned and gave the old man a thumbs up with a smile.

Ha, old man, I didn’t expect to meet you here.

Then he turned around and asked in confusion: "You don't have a clothing store anymore? What are you doing here?"

The clothes hanging in the store are not clothes. This store is not the one we went to last night that sells hero costumes.

Haha, I am everywhere

The old man laughed and pointed at Saitama.

But you, what are you doing standing there at the door, staring at the TV? Tony Stark, a rich man, is still Iron Man according to reports.

Oh oh oh, I think that person looks familiar. Look at Saitama pointing his finger at the smiling man giving a speech on the TV.

I seem to have seen this smile of his somewhere before. Saitama took back his hand and touched his chin.

I remember there seemed to be an uncle smiling like this at me.

The old man laughed, did not continue speaking, and waved his hand to let Saitama leave, as if urging him.

Saitama nodded sheepishly, didn't care, waved his hand and turned away.

The old man turned and walked into the shadows of the store with a bitter look on his face.

Alas, I don’t have much time left in this world.

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