One punch bald head in Marvel

"Which bastard did this!!!"

In the early morning, with Juan's roar, the Pizza King ushered in a new day.

"Damn it, if I find the bastard who broke the glass."

"I'm definitely going to kill him, stuff his head into a trash can, and feed him all the kitchen waste from today!"

Juan was pacing around the workroom hurriedly, the whites of his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, and he was vigorously rubbing a ball of paper that he had torn from somewhere in his hand, crushing one and replacing it with another, to vent his anger.

Everyone in the workroom quietly worked on their work, as if Juan didn't exist. Although each of them seemed to be concentrating, they were actually scared to death. In the silent silence, everyone reached a consensus, even if there was no acid rain. , today will not be a good day either.

Speaking of which, Acid Rain was officially solved thanks to Storm Ororo Monroe, who belongs to the X-Men (x-n). This morning's morning news showed the scene of Storm fighting Acid Rain last night.

"This black woman wearing a white mohawk, I always thought she was cool, but I didn't know if her look was copied from Captain Marvel."

Deadpool sat in Parker's dilapidated home, gnawing on the surviving apple, and complained to the figure on the screen who caused lightning and thunder in the dark night.

Since major businesses were open this morning, he finally put on the clothes Parker brought back. The logo of Wolverine's head was printed in the center of the T-shirt, which made him very satisfied.

Stark's new construction robots flew around from time to time, and they were rebuilding the entire apartment for Parker.

"Why are you still here?"

"When will you leave?"

Parker changed his clothes and walked out of the bedroom. He pushed aside the construction robot that was in the way and walked through the living room.

"I'll stay a little longer, little spider."

"The outside world is too dark. I want to be happy here."

"Besides, the three of us had a great night last night, didn't we?"

Deadpool took out a can of Pepsi from his pants, along with tramadol (painkiller), and put it in his mouth.

"Don't eat that food in my place!"

Parker, who was about to go out, immediately turned around and came back, intending to stop Deadpool, but Deadpool drank it all in one gulp and went into a state of unconsciousness, lying on the ground and talking nonsense.

"Tsk."

Parker was stunned and ignored Deadpool and pushed the door open to leave. Saitama was already waiting for him downstairs.

"It's eight o'clock in the morning, we should be in time."

Saitama looked at the time on the electronic stop sign on the side of the road, and walked into the subway station side by side with Parker. They didn't want to use their strength to rush to work, and it was still early.

"But I guess Juan won't be in a good mood, and it seems that we will still be late."

Parker stretched out his right hand, exposed his watch and checked the time. It took them ten minutes just to cross the gate. After the threat of acid rain ended, white-collar workers from major companies crowded the subway in the morning, and everyone rushed to complete the pile-up. Two days of work.

"It's been a long time since I've squeezed into the subway..."

Saitama remembered that the last time he squeezed into a subway car like this was when he was an office worker a few years ago.

“You get used to it, it’s like this a lot in New York.”

"So occasionally I will be a little wild and use spider silk to reach the Pizza King."

Parker held on to the handrail tightly, his feet completely gave up the ground, and he was still "swaying" under the push of the crowd.

"drop……"

Electricity operates and the door slowly closes.

The subway gradually accelerated and sank into the dark tunnel. The dazzling lights scared away the little lives living in the darkness. Saitama could see large areas of graffiti through the car window.

Those graffiti were made with fluorescent agent, and there was a faint green light in the dark tunnel.

"Those are the works of street youths who like to leave their footprints in every corner of the city."

Standing next to Saitama was a strange man. He was a black man. He was very tall, at least a head taller than Saitama. His chin was even higher than the handrail of the subway. Saitama could not see his face. , can only look up.

"If you are very interested, you can also try it. Although spray-painting graffiti is often regarded as a prank, some people can make it look like art."

"My name is Aaron Davis, hello."

In this narrow space, Davis stretched out his right arm awkwardly and shook hands with Saitama.

"My name is Saitama, hello."

Saitama responded with a smile. While shaking hands, he suddenly found that the man's right hand was a little heavy, as if something was tied to his sleeve.

"Saiyu."

"Saiyu."

At this time, Parker, who was squeezed out of nowhere, shouted Saitama's name.

"I'm sorry."

"My companion is calling me, so I'll go over first."

Saitama let go of his hand. He did not continue to delve into what was tied to Davis's right hand. He turned around and squeezed into the "human wall" made by white-collar workers, and slowly moved towards Parker.

"It's really rare for an Asian to have a bald head."

After seeing Saitama leave, Davis said to himself.

After saying that, he turned around and continued to look at the graffiti made with fluorescent agent outside the window, immersed in it.

"The subway was almost at the station, and I realized you were missing."

Parker stood by the door, looking at Saitama who was apologizing to people while pushing through the crowd.

"I haven't taken the New York subway many times. I just saw the graffiti in the tunnel there, and I accidentally became fascinated by it."

Saitama gently rubbed his bald head and smiled sheepishly.

"What graffiti?"

“Since when did there be graffiti in the tunnels?”

Parker looked out the window in surprise. After living in New York for so long, he had never seen graffiti in the tunnels.

"This is……"

"I've never seen graffiti like this..."

I saw large and continuous graffiti outside the window. It was much larger than what Saitama had seen before, and it gradually tended to cover the entire tunnel.

"Maybe you don't notice it usually?"

Saitama, like Parker, quietly watched the graffiti grow and expand. These graffiti always made him feel that the next stop would be a graffiti-themed landscape site.

"No, it's impossible."

"Even if I haven't noticed it for so many years, are you sure the graffiti will look like this..."

As the subway moved forward, the color of the graffiti gradually changed from green to deep red. This blood-like color stimulated Parker's eyes.

Usually, the subway that is about to arrive at the station should slow down in advance when it is approaching the station, but the subway that Parker and Saitama took showed no signs of slowing down and speeded through the tunnel.

The two people quickly leaned against the glass and looked towards the direction of the subway. It was a depressing and deep red hell...