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"I made a decision."

"I don't want to die, I want others to die!"

The female white-collar worker said decisively. Standing on the edge of the train, she let the strong wind roll up her messy blond hair and cover half of her face. The tears on the other half of her face had dried up.

"Well, this brave female guest chose the second option."

"Then the next step is, 'Who's going to die?'"

Cletus was as gentle as a wedding officiant, but his crazy smile was also unforgettable.

"Come on, come here, it's up to you to draw four cards."

"I'll total the amount, find a guy of matching age, and let him die."

"How about it~ It's a good game~"

Cletus spoke very quickly. After he finished speaking, he squatted down and made fists with his hands inward, calling the female white-collar worker to come closer to him. While he was so excited that he could not control himself, the pleasure that came from his bone marrow made him extremely happy. .

"An ace, a 7, and two clown cards."

The female white-collar worker held the four cards in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief. In her impression, there were no such big children on this train.

"Ok~"

"Our brave female guest actually drew two clowns!"

"This unique luck allows us to witness the most tragic separation~"

Cletus found a newspaper out of nowhere, rolled it up into a bundle, and began to improvise as if it were a microphone.

He wandered around in the carriage, and everyone scrambled to avoid him. Finally, Cletus stopped in front of an Asian grandmother with her grandson.

"It's him."

"This cute kid."

Cletus snatched the child from the hands of the Asian grandmother and dragged the child to the edge of the train. The more the child struggled, the more he cried, and the more excited Cletus became.

"He's not even 8 years old!"

Saitama scolded Cletus. He suspected that Cletus, a madman, had this child in mind from the beginning. No matter how the game progressed, Cletus would let the child die.

"No~"

"This player may have a misunderstanding of the rules. When I say match, I mean the person who is closest in age~"

"By the way, if you leave this train and save this kid, I'll detonate the bomb, too."

Cletus stretched out his index finger and waved it in front of his lips, then pushed the child down.

"you……"

Saitama moved towards Cletus. He could no longer stand Cletus, the red-haired madman. He wanted to save the child. He wanted Cletus to disappear from the world. This kind of person is nothing more than a monster. The difference is even more cruel.

But Saitama was surrounded by many passengers in the blink of an eye. These people with hot flashes had the same idea. As long as Cletus finished playing the game, he would let them leave safely. In order to survive, he would sacrifice a child. It's not unacceptable.

"What are you doing?"

"Why did you stop me?"

Saitama lowered his head. He couldn't understand the passengers' thoughts at all. Why did they want to protect a madman?

"They are the right ones, hahaha."

"So what if you kill me? There are countless bombs on this train. Can you vent your dissatisfaction and save these passengers from being killed?"

"Play this game with me to have a chance of living, just like the woman over there."

Cletus smiled and looked at the female white-collar worker who had just chosen the second option. He had a good impression of such selfish people who would do anything to survive.

However, the next scene made him unexpected. The woman who had just become tough had no joy of surviving at all. Instead, there was a look of hesitation in her eyes. It seemed that after a moment of calmness, she finally realized what she had done. What, a young child died just now because of her choices.

"I'm such a bitch!"

The woman rushed over and hugged Cletus, locking him tightly so that he had no chance to take off the bomb on his body or find something similar to a detonator from anywhere, and jumped off the train with him at noon. The scorching sun enveloped him in an instant, and he was greeted with death under the attention of the whole world.

"hero!"

"Save them!"

The woman's voice came from outside the train, gradually becoming fainter as she went away.

Saitama's body immediately moved into action, picking up the two passengers as quickly as possible and jumping off the speeding train. After placing the passengers, he returned to the train and repeated the process.

But Saitama's abilities are limited, and he alone cannot save everyone.

"Welcome to the Brooklyn Academy of Music. The journey is coming to an end. I wish you all a happy life, hahahahaha~"

It turned out that Cletus had already set the destination of the train, recorded the recording and played it back at the last moment. Perhaps he had prepared a way to escape for himself, but he did not expect to be dragged off the train by a woman and die together.

The train was slowing down at a speed visible to the naked eye, and there were about forty passengers left. Even if Saitama could use his extreme speed to save two passengers and get back on the train within one second, he would not be able to save all of them. people, and the remaining people will eventually lose their lives when the train stops.

Several passengers knew they could not be rescued and simply jumped off the train in the hope of a miracle.

In just a few seconds, even though Saitama paid no attention to the passengers who jumped off the train, there were still more than ten people left on the train. All of them had given up hope but did not have the courage to jump off the train to seek a chance for survival.

On a stretcher, a red-haired man who was almost half-paralyzed looked at the train rushing into the dark tunnel and laughed. Blood overflowed from the gap between his teeth, and his smile was very oozing.

"Name of deceased, Barbara Bobby Morse, corporate office worker."

The medical staff wrote down the name of the dead female white-collar worker next to Cletus. They avoided Cletus in disgust and avoided looking at him. After completing the work at hand, they quickly left without providing Cletus with anything. Treatment measures.

"grumble……"

There was a sound of brakes in the tunnel leading to the station, and Cletus stood up excitedly. He didn't care what those quacks thought of him, he wanted to witness that happy explosion even if he died.

However, in the next second, Cletus's face turned from excitement to grimness. Not only did the train that was supposed to explode not explode, but people around him began to exclaim that the train had stopped safely.

"How can it be!!!!"

“How could I go wrong!!!!”

Cletus looked up to the sky and screamed, hammering the sides of the stretcher frantically with his hands, leaving mottled blood marks.

At this time, a tall black man passed by him, glanced at Cletus lightly, and then left the crowd with a smile and walked into the shadow of the city.

If Saitama had been around Cletus, he might have remembered that the black man briefly stopped on the train, his name was Aaron Davis.