One punch bald head in Marvel

The scorching sun rose in the morning, and ultraviolet rays irritated Saitama's eyelids. This time, he not only dreamed about the unbeatable searchlight monster, but also dreamed about the red hoods floating in the air, talking non-stop, and the bikini tops. The eye-catching image is the hood of Parker's friend Deadpool.

Dreaming of this, Saitama was so angry that his head was shining with the light that symbolized justice. He held it with both hands and smashed a hood with one punch, making those hoods unable to come back. Unexpectedly, more hoods emerged like sea water. , drowning Saitama...

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!!"

"Stop talking!!!"

"You're so annoying!!"

Saitama suddenly sat up from the bed and gasped for breath, while Parker walked into the bedroom with breakfast in his hand, seemingly planning to wake Saitama up.

"Did you dream about that bitch?"

"I was in your situation the first day I met that guy. I had a nervous breakdown for a week. When I finally went to see a psychiatrist, the doctor actually asked me if I had a terminal illness."

Parker spread his hands and said helplessly, expressing sympathy for Saitama.

The two just finished breakfast in the bedroom. At the same time, Parker also talked with Saitama about the past. He talked about everything from the death of Deadpool to the abilities of Deadpool, but he did not say anything about Parker Spider. Even though the chat continued until they arrived at Pizza King, Parker still refused to reveal the subject of the hero's identity.

Saitama, who went to work the next day, was also very handy today. He became much more proficient in cashiering skills and even started to try to talk to customers in English. Juan was very happy after knowing this and started to let Saitama learn to do more and more things. Although the work is complicated and tiring, the time to get off work is correspondingly earlier.

"Today is Christmas Eve, you two young people should go back first."

"I'm going to close after making these pizza orders. My wife and daughter are still waiting for me."

Juan was talking about Christmas and so on, and planned to let Parker and Saitama go home to rest early. He stayed behind and followed a few senior employees busy in the workroom, rushing to make takeaway orders for customers. The Pizza King hall was empty. No one is there, because everyone has gone home to spend Christmas Eve and no one dines in. Even young people who can’t cook will get together and order pizza or something to increase the sales of Pizza King in disguise.

After Saitama and Parker returned home, they looked at each other.

"What is Christmas Eve? Is it any different from Christmas?"

Saitama asked. Until now, the only festivals he knew about in December were Christmas and Christmas Eve. He had never heard of them.

"Actually, I spent Christmas Eve alone, and I didn't make any preparations."

"I just Googled it and it looks like we need a roast turkey and a few friends?"

Parker held the phone and tilted his head, showing an awkward smile. The screen of the phone showed that Google had popped up several related options.

"But I didn't have many friends when I first came here..."

Saitama turned on his phone and flipped through the unreachable calls in his address book.

"I do have one in New York..."

At this time, Parker happened to receive a Christmas Eve blessing from Deadpool, causing him to fall into deep thought.

You can't ask more heroes to come over as guests, because that will make your identity in front of Saitama questionable, especially Tony Stark. He is simply synonymous with the Avengers. As long as Stark is found appearing in any ordinary place People will be exposed online at home and become the target of public criticism.

"At present, it seems that the only option is to invite this guy..."

Parker covered his forehead, having a headache at the thought of inviting Deadpool to his home.

About half an hour later, Deadpool knocked breathlessly on the door of Parker's apartment.

"Help ah ah ah ah!"

"I'm going to be driven crazy by these damn kids!"

The roar echoed in the empty stairwell, causing some residents to open the door to see what was going on.

Parker was leaning against the door and laughing loudly. Through the peephole, he saw dozens of children surrounding Deadpool. They all reached out to pull Deadpool's hood, and a few cool kids gave him a hand in return. gesture to invite Deadpool to his home for dinner.

"This guy is considered a nerd cosplaying with Deadpool on Christmas Eve."

"Ha ha ha ha."

With that said, Parker also pulled Qiyu over to watch Deadpool's embarrassment.

"Peter Parker!"

"You have to let me in!"

"I'm going to be bored to death with them!"

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

Deadpool's screams became more miserable.

"Okay, okay, come in."

Parker held back a smile and opened the door. Being able to tease Deadpool, the meanest hero, today was definitely the happiest day he had ever had.

"call……"

"So……"

"Shall we enjoy the fire?"

Deadpool held a large plate of freshly baked turkey in his hands, which was wrapped in tinfoil.

Parker just glanced at it. He knew without even thinking that Deadpool must have been bought at the butcher shop next to the subway. The business of that shop was extremely deserted and the taste was extremely bad. The chicken was so strong that it could tear out the old man's teeth. Only Only those who want convenience and don’t want to line up on Christmas Eve will buy it.

"Oh no, Parker, we still have something to do."

"For example, go visit our old friend Hoffman, the lonely old man who lives on the street."

Deadpool put the turkey on the dining table, took out the cutlery and made it look like he was about to start the meal.

"How about it?"

"Little Spider...oh, Little Parker~"

Before Deadpool came to Parker's house, Parker repeatedly emphasized on the phone that Saitama didn't know his identity, so he was still a little uncomfortable with it.

"Mr. Hoffman?"

Parker understood immediately. He pretended to look at the clock and then looked out the window.

The sun outside the window gradually sets, and the orange-yellow rays barely shine into the house. If he goes out now, it will be night when he arrives at Hoffman's hometown, and most employees will go home to spend Christmas Eve. It will also be much easier to move with Deadpool.

"Yeah, it's still early."

"How about, Saitama, you wait here for me and Deadpool for a while?"

"Let's go meet an old friend. He was my professor in college. He may be enjoying dinner at home with his wife and daughter now."

"You can go to my room and read comics for a while. There are also a few X-Men specials in there."

Parker went to the kitchen to get Saitama a cup of coffee, and the rhetoric he used came from Juan.

"Oh……"

"Okay then, I'll wait for you here."

Saitama sat obediently at the dining table, taking a sip of coffee from time to time. Parker added a few cubes of sugar to it, which was astringent and sweet.

Parker, on the other hand, returned to the bedroom, took out a cross-body bag and carried it on his back. After saying goodbye to Saitama, he went out. Before leaving, Deadpool even got close to Saitama for a while.

"Boom."

The door closed.

Saitama moved to the window, waiting for Parker and Deadpool to appear, but they didn't seem to go out through the front door.

"Parker went to hero activities again..."

Saitama looked into the distance and said indifferently.

He learned from Parker that there is no hero association or hero bounty in this world. Hero activities in this world are not legal, and some heroes who behave excessively will even be arrested by the government once they are reported. If they are not careful, they will be arrested. Become an antihero.

"It's a hard world."

Saitama said this after realizing that he really came to a different world.

I don't know how long Parker and Deadpool have been away. Saitama became sleepy, and when he was about to fall asleep, he was completely awakened by a sudden noise.

"Boom!"

It sounded like something exploded, and at the same time he could vaguely hear people screaming, and it came from outside the window.

He quickly stuck his head out to see what was happening outside the window, but within a few steps he saw an ugly and weird head hanging upside down in front of the window.

"Chichichi..."

The head was smiling. It was as flexible as flowing liquid. It dragged its slender body and crawled into the room, clinging to the ceiling and looking at Saitama.

"what have you done?"

Saitama asked the monster in a serious tone, and he inadvertently clenched his fists because someone must have been hurt.

"Hello, Baldhead."

"Let's continue the previous topic."

A familiar voice came from the monster's head. It was the man who talked to Saitama in the abandoned tunnel.

"what about your friends?"

"Where's Spider-Man?"

The monster dragged its slime-covered body around the house, its head turning constantly, looking for Parker.

"Oh, I forgot~"

"He's with Wade now, but I guess you don't know who that is."

"A popular pervert and highly regarded anti-hero of the new era."

The monster suddenly stopped when it climbed to the kitchen, turned to glare at Saitama and said.

Its half-human, half-snake face was completely smooth, and its scales reflected the dim light. The entire face seemed to be divided into countless small pieces by diamond shapes.

"They should be heading to the Hoffman Laboratory now."

"I went to that ridiculous old man, hahaha~"

The snake man had no arms. It stood on the floor, exposing its cystic chest. The smell wafted out of its mouth, similar to the smell of drunken vomiting, which was also the smell of stomach acid.

"so what?"

Facing the other party's artificial attitude, Saitama was indifferent.

"So they're dead. Tomorrow the New York Times will have one less part-time reporter and will publish a bombshell story instead."

""Spider-Man and Deadpool sacrificed at the same time!"

"Don't worry, Hoffman's wealth, power, and connections will provide a full service for your friend, and then countless clues will slowly point to the two of them, proving that behind their glamorous backgrounds, they are two ugly and disgusting scum. ."

The snake man stuck out his head, slowly moved in front of Saitama, spit out the nobuko that smelled of stomach acid, his pupils trembled at a high frequency, and he said extremely excitedly.

"And you."

"It will become a puddle of meat that can be seen everywhere on the streets tomorrow."

On the other end of the communicator, the young man was sitting in his laboratory and pressed a button on the virtual screen.

"Kill him, Creeper 7."

The young man picked up the coffee at hand and smiled proudly. The button he just pressed was the starter for injecting medicine into the snake man. Once activated, the stimulant drug would be injected into the snake man's body, making the snake man's body highly activated.

If an ordinary person is injected with this medicine, they will usually only become extremely excited. Unless there are one or two scattered mutated cells in the person's body, there will be physiological changes. And when the mutant cells in the snake's body are filled with the help of the catalyst, After that, it will begin to evolve in an unknown direction.

"what……"

"what……"

The snake man gasped in pain. From the moment the medicine was injected, its head had been mutating. The process of the brain enlarging, squeezing, breaking apart, and then enlarging, squeezing, and breaking apart kept repeating. .

In the end, the snake man even screamed and ran out of the window, and its growing brain tissue and the communicator were crushed together.

"Damn it!"

"How could I give up if I can't see that guy dying?"

In the "peo" laboratory, the young man slammed the table and stood up, looking at the dark screen and roared.

Saitama was in the same mood as him, not much better. If the snake man was allowed to run around, he didn't know how many people would die.

He jumped out immediately following the snake man, jumping between the rooftops.

The snake man suddenly crashed into a certain apartment building like crazy, opening a big hole in the floor of the apartment. The sound of the wall being broken kept ringing in the apartment.

Saitama jumped to the edge of the broken floor. After regaining his footing, he found a trail of fresh blood on the ground, leading straight to another large hole.

The crazy snake man has started killing people, and there are more than one or two targets.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

A woman's scream suddenly sounded, but this was just the beginning, and then more and more screams climaxed.

Saitama didn't think much and rushed to another room, but when he left the hole, he was dumbfounded. He found that there were more than two holes in the apartment. In just a few seconds, the snake man shot at least ten The big hole above.

Looking in three directions, with no end in sight and countless holes connected by blood, Saitama smelled the stench of blood and the aroma of roasted turkey.

This disgusting smell was mixed together, and Saitama felt that what he smelled at this moment was despair.

But no matter how desperate he was, Saitama could only continue. He followed the nearest scream and ran over. He only saw the tail dragged by the snake man when he left in a hurry, and the remains left after he finished eating. This was the first time. room.

In the second room, Saitama saw several red wine glasses on the dining table, a few fallen chairs covered in fresh blood, and the snake man punched a big hole in the wall where the TV was leaning. .

In the third room, Saitama finally saw the snake man. The snake man's deformed and nightmare-like head had four mouths. The stomach acid was so strong that it corroded the corners of his own mouth. The mouth that could no longer be closed exposed the sharp teeth. Coming out, the snake man took one look at Saitama and started to run away, leaving behind a unique corpse. The appearance after being corroded by acid was disgusting.

When Saitama walked into the fourth room, he discovered that the snake man had been mutating while hiding from him. Now the snake man had completed the mutation and was standing in the room waiting for him, with yellow eyes as bright as lights. No more shaking.

"You'd better give me the consciousness to die..."

Saitama looked up at the dome that was penetrated by the snake man, and he said angrily.