One punch bald head in Marvel

"My friend, what can I do for you?"

At the end of the train, a tall man in work clothes opened the cab door and bowed politely to Saitama.

"What's your purpose?"

"Why don't you stop the car?"

Saitama stopped three carriages away from Cletus, raised his head slightly, and looked squarely at the gentleman.

"I?"

"Are you asking me?"

"Hahaha."

Saitama's question made Cletus burst into laughter. He knelt down on one knee and leaned on the armchair. Tears could be seen falling, and he had no intention of answering Saitama's question.

"Asshole, are you the conductor?"

"Stop the car quickly!"

He was a white-collar worker who could be seen everywhere, wearing a suit and leather shoes, and shiny leather shoes. After hearing the conversation between the two, he immediately allowed his long-suppressed feelings to burst out.

Leather shoes made a crisp sound, woven suits rustled against each other, and the briefcase held in his right hand hit Cletus on the head.

Regardless of whether the train conductor named Cletus was the culprit or not, he just wanted to vent his anger by beating the guy with his briefcase.

All this was seen by Saitama, and because the white-collar worker was too close to Cletus, he had no time to stop him.

"Hey, what an impatient passenger."

Cletus's pupils suddenly dilated, and the dim lights in the train reflected a dazzling light in his eyes. Crazy emotions impacted every corner of his body.

Cletus stood up, and at the same time reached his right hand into the lining of his work clothes, and bumped into the white-collar worker who attacked him.

Silver light flashed and sank into Bai Collar's body, and blood immediately poured out uncontrollably.

"You asked for it, my friend~"

Cletus raised his hands and backed away slowly, leaving the white-collar worker holding his chest and leaning on the seat.

"You lunatic."

The white-collar worker held the silver table knife stuck in his chest. His flushed cheeks gradually turned pale, and his forehead was covered with sweat.

"Hey~"

"You should probably Google Cletus Kasa'i before you decide whether or not to hit me with your briefcase~"

"Instead of swooping in like a gorilla."

Cletus turned to look at Saitama, raised the corners of his mouth, and said with a smile.

Saitama ignored the other party and began to run forward, rushing towards Cletus. He now believed that Cletus was the key figure. As long as Cletus was solved, this incident could be settled.

"That bald man over there, please don't go any further."

"Let me remind you a little first, if you don't want the whole train to blow up, you'd better stay away from me."

Cletus pulled back his shirt, revealing pieces of red explosive connected end to end.

"I declare that there are more bombs on this train than just me."

"If I die, boo~"

"If the train stops, boo"

"I've seen you running. No matter how fast you run, you can't save everyone on this bus."

Cletus simply took off his coat and the conductor's hat, revealing a messy red hair that blocked the light above his head. The shadow hit his face, making him look even more crazy.

"Let's play a game~"

"A game involving dozens of lives on the car~"

Cletus put down his hands, walked slowly to Saitama, and whispered in his ear.

Saitama's face was gloomy, his hands clenched into fists, and his joints cracked. He hesitated for a while, and had no choice but to nod and accept the other party's invitation to play.

Cletus was right. If the entire train exploded, he was not sure of saving everyone. He could not pause time, nor could he be fast enough to delay time.

Besides, there are so many old people and children on this train. As long as a fragment of the train is inserted into their bodies, it may be fatal.

"it is good!"

"very good!"

"There, there's a bad crazy woman over there, and we're betting on her in the first game."

"Hello, female guest, how old are you~?"

Cletus raised his hand and pointed to the end of the train, where the female white-collar worker had a mental breakdown.

"I...I..."

"31 years old..."

The female white-collar worker said weakly.

"Okay, then the game begins."

"I have a deck of cards here."

"Thirteen cards from a to k represent the numbers 1 to 13, and the clown card represents 0."

Cletus took out a pack of unopened playing cards, opened it, crumpled it into a fan shape and placed it between his fingers with the back facing up.

"Since you are 31 years old and under 40 years old, you have to draw 4 cards. If the total number of 4 cards exceeds 31, this woman must die."

"How? Do you understand?"

"Player."

Cletus lowered his head slightly, looked directly at the short Saitama, and said softly.

"it is good."

Saitama, who understood the rules of the game, did not hesitate and decisively reached out to grab the playing cards in Cletus' hand.

"Oh, the first one is K, so unlucky."

"The second one is 8, a mediocre number that is neither exciting nor pleasant."

"Aha! It's actually a clown card! You little bastard!"

"The last one, what's the last one~"

After drawing three cards with Cletus' explanation, Saitama reached out to draw the last card. He secretly prayed that the amount of this card must be less than 11, otherwise the person at the end of the carriage who pinned his hopes on himself would The woman will die.

"what is it then?"

"What is it~"

"It's k!"

“Our lovely Asian friends hit the k again!”

Cletus snatched the card with a letter written on it from Saitama's hand and shouted loudly.

At this time, the train had already left the underground tunnel and was speeding ten meters above the ground. The lower part of the track was crowded with onlookers. The top government officials did not expect that the notice intended to evacuate the crowd actually attracted more onlookers.

The midday sun penetrated into the carriage, and Cletus' striking red hair shone with a strange brilliance.

"Female guest, you have two choices now."

"One is to jump off the train with everyone watching."

"The second is to survive selfishly and decide which passenger to jump by drawing cards. The passenger selected this time has no second choice."

Cletus walked into the control room and pressed the button. The train door slowly opened. The strong wind swept in, and the noise of the crowd below the track was so harsh.

The female white-collar worker was spontaneously pulled up by other passengers and forced to stand on the edge of the door. She looked at the dense crowd at her feet. She heard someone cheering, she saw someone taking photos, and the flash flashed frequently.

"I……"

The female white-collar worker's pupils trembled. She didn't have the courage to jump. No, she didn't want to jump. She still wanted to live. She was afraid of death, and she was even more afraid of dying under the watchful eyes of the whole world.