One punch bald head in Marvel

Saitama was completely sleepless. He took off the man's tight clothes and threw it into the washing machine. Then he took out the medicine box prepared by Parker and applied a hemostatic sponge to the man's wound to stop the bleeding.

He did not turn on the lights in the room to avoid attracting unnecessary attention. There were too many heroes in this city, and maybe the guy who hurt the man was also looking for him.

In this way, Saitama was busy for a long time. Although he didn't know how to deal with more wounds, he still repeated a single operation to stop the bleeding, trying to make the man's condition better.

As if the man's body had the ability to heal, the bleeding quickly stopped, and his breath became calmer. Several huge cracks were exposed in the air on his blood-stained chest.

Saitama smelled gunpowder, and it seemed that the man's wounds were related to gunpowder.

As he was about to examine the man's other wounds, the apartment doorbell rang.

"Ding, ding, ding..."

The person outside the door kept ringing the doorbell, and the small but unpleasant sound echoed throughout the apartment and even the entire building.

"What bastard doesn't sleep at night and plays pranks late at night!"

"Go to hell! Damn it!"

The woman living upstairs stuck her head out of the window and yelled downstairs. She looked very ugly with unkempt hair.

"Deadpool guy..."

Saitama put down the injured man. He had to stop Deadpool from ringing the doorbell before more people were awakened.

But when he reached the porch, the ringing of the doorbell suddenly stopped. He slowly opened the door, and there was no one outside.

"Where is Deadpool?"

Saitama picked at his bald head, closed the door again, turned around and planned to go back to the living room to cover the man with a blanket to keep him warm.

However, a tall black figure was already standing beside the man, looking down at him.

Saitama could see a cold light in the black shadow's hand, which was a sharp weapon, and the black shadow twitched the sharp weapon and stabbed the man's heart.

The shadow wants to kill the man!

After Saitama realized Sombra's intention, he reacted immediately, rushed forward and grabbed Sombra's wrist.

The touch feedback from his hand told him that this was a man, and the other person's arm muscles were very developed.

The black shadow next glanced at Saitama. Without the light, he couldn't see Saitama's appearance clearly, but he could only confirm Saitama's height and body shape.

The shadow's free hand took out a dagger and swung it horizontally at Saitama's neck.

"Snapped."

Surprisingly, the dagger didn't even scratch the bald man's skin, but was blown away from the black shadow's hand.

The black shadow was stunned. He mistakenly thought that the bald man in front of him was wearing protective clothing, so he pulled out a dagger and stabbed the opponent between the eyebrows.

Then the dagger flew out again.

"You are……?"

At this time, the moon rose slightly, and the moonlight penetrated into the room, and the entire living room suddenly became brighter.

At this time, the shadow was able to clearly see the bald head's face, the indifferent expression, and the smooth and delicate texture of the head of the head, and most importantly, he found that Saitama was not injured at all.

In Sombra's mind, he had seen this bald man before, and he still remembered it when he was on a mission in Brooklyn.

"What are you... bulleye?"

Saitama tilted his head and tried to remember the other person's name. He had a very poor memory for such a weak person.

"Not bulleye!"

"Why didn't you say it was horse eyes!"

"It's bullseye!"

Bullseye's veins popped out, but the bald man was still so out of touch. Didn't he understand that he was planning to kill the man on the ground now?

"Whatever, first tell me what you are here for."

"Don't fool me."

Saitama let go of Bullseye's wrist and threw the dagger in Bullseye's hand to the ground.

"This man messed with a big shot, that's all I know."

"But I saw a few Avengers being chased with him, all of them popular guys."

Bullseye's tone was full of disdain, knowing that he couldn't take action under Saitama's supervision, so he could only look at the man on the ground with regret.

In fact, Bullseye knew who hired him. He found some clues about his employer during the execution of the mission, but he chose to conceal it because the other party's power was too huge. Instead of revealing it to Saitama to seek death, he would rather pretend not to. Know.

"Okay, then..."

"Next, please help me take care of his wounds."

If the conversation between the two was normal a second ago, what Saitama said a moment later made Bullseye's scalp tingle instantly.

He looked at Saitama with a shit-eating expression on his face. He had just managed to injure Saitama like this, but you asked me to help treat him! ? ?

"Don't look at me like that."

"If you dare to take the opportunity to kill someone, don't blame me for doing it."

Saitama raised his fists expressionlessly as he said that. Even though he said that, he himself was not sure whether he would do anything if Bullseye killed the man, because he didn't care about the man on the ground. Know.

Bullseye was so frightened when he saw Saitama's actions that he recalled the first time he saw Saitama. The opponent's strength did not allow him to make any small moves.

So Bullseye silently picked up the medicine box on the ground and treated the man's wounds.

"This treatment is really rough."

He impatiently tore off all the hemostatic cotton that Saitama had applied, and then used alcohol to disinfect each of the man's wounds.

And he not only disinfected the places Saitama had treated, he also found some hidden minor wounds, which were where he aimed when he struck.

"Uh oh..."

"sharp."

Saitama stood aside and quietly watched Bullseye's skillful operation, and he sincerely let out a sound of admiration.

Until Bullseye completed the disinfection and bandaging operations, the whole process was smooth and smooth. However, what puzzled Saitama was that Bullseye did not suture the man's wound. Bullseye also noticed Saitama's strange look in his eyes.

"If it's necessary to sew, I can barely do it, but there's no guarantee how good the stitching will be."

"And his recovery ability is very strong, so sutures are a burden for him."

After Bullseye finished all the processing, he and Saitama wiped away the blood in the living room.

"What are you doing? You just cleaned it up."

When Saitama came out of the bathroom, he found Bullseye pouring alcohol on the floor.

"The blood doesn't just wipe off and that's it."

"If someone came to check it like this, they wouldn't be able to detect the blood residue on the ground, let alone identify who was injured."

"It's good for you and me. I don't want anyone to catch me."

Seeing Bullseye lying on the ground carefully cleaning up the blood residue, Saitama very much doubted whether this guy was a Virgo and had obsessive-compulsive disorder to the extreme.

Just then there was a sudden knock on the apartment door.

"Boom-boom-boom."

"Here I come, little baldhead~"

The sound of Deadpool needing a beating came from outside the door.

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