One punch bald head in Marvel

At nine o'clock in the morning, Saitama stood anxiously at the door of Pizza King. According to Schrödinger's Law of Social Animals, he was looking forward to the new day but also afraid of being scolded by his boss Huan.

"Saitama!"

"Come so early!"

The sturdy Juan greeted Saitama on his bicycle with a relaxed look on his face, as if his home was not far from the Pizza King.

"Um……"

"right……"

Saitama said avoiding Huan's eyes.

"Okay, I'll give you some training first."

Juan opened the door of Pizza King and moved the bicycle into his office, Saitama followed behind like a scared kitten.

"Boom."

The office door was closed, and when it was opened again, it was already ten o'clock, which was the time when Pizza King officially opened.

From time to time, clerks carrying materials and customers who came to order pizza passed by in the store.

Saitama put on the helmet used by Parker and was riding away from Pizza King wearing the clothes of a delivery boy.

He held a list in his hand, which contained several strange customers highlighted by the boss Juan. He vaguely saw Deadpool's real name, "Wade".

At the same time, he got another list, which was a list of customers who had ordered pizza last night and this morning. He still found the name "Wade".

“Is this guy a regular at Pizza King?”

Saitama was heading towards his first order of the day with a skeptical attitude. He parked his motorcycle in front of the threshold and rang the doorbell.

"Piot what...? Piotr Nikolayevich Rasputin? The owner of the family has such a long name?"

Saitama looked at the extremely long nameplate hanging on the door frame and couldn't help but sigh. This might be the guy with the longest name he had ever seen.

Not long after Saitama knocked on the door, heavy footsteps sounded in the room.

"who is it?"

When the owner opened the door, Saitama could only see his two large chest muscles that were filled with T-shirts. Yes, the owner's neck and above were covered by the door frame.

This guy is very tall, very tall, and has big muscles.

"Hello."

"Yes sir, your pizza has arrived."

Saitama said carefully, recalling the conversation skills Juan had just taught him.

"Oh."

"Sorry, I'm going to get the money now."

The owner of the house hurriedly turned around and entered the living room, rummaging for his wallet and other things. The open door allowed Saitama to see everything, and even the overall layout of the house.

The house is very spacious. At a glance, you can see the exquisitely decorated living room and dining room. There is a solid wood staircase placed right in the middle, leading to the upper living room.

Saitama stood at the door for a long time. Although the owner of the house was very efficient in finding things and changed places in a few seconds, the owner searched for a long time but could not find his wallet.

"Anna!"

"Have you seen my wallet!"

The owner of the house yelled towards the stairs, and he began to ask for help from one of his roommates, or maybe he was a lover?

"No."

"Why don't you look at the TV, you might be able to find it there, you always forget your wallet there."

At this time, a gorgeously dressed lady slowly walked down the stairs, wearing tight white gloves on her hands. The overall look gave people a very noble feeling, but it was obviously not suitable for a hot city like New York.

"I found it!"

The owner of the house followed Anna's words and found his wallet, and ran to the door happily.

"Here, here's the money for the pizza, no need to change."

"The rest is your tip, as compensation for waiting for me for so long."

The owner of the house bowed and took out 20 dollars from his wallet, and handed it to Saitama. This time Saitama saw his face, which gave people a very tough look, but his words were very elegant, more like an artist.

"tip?"

Saitama had never heard of this term before, and he suspected that the owner of the house might be one of Juan's weird customers, the kind who was just very kind and liked to support others.

"Yes, here's your tip."

"Hey, Anna, don't come back too late today, we have tasks tonight."

The owner of the house forced the money into Saitama's hand, then closed the door and spoke to the woman named Anna.

"What a weird couple."

“But it’s good to have extra income.”

Saitama shook his head, looked at the extra $3 tip in his hand, and finally left the room with a smile, heading to the next customer's home.

The next few customers were considered friendly. Although some people directly handed money to Saitama and snatched the pizza from Saitama without saying a word, at least there was no situation where they could not receive the money.

The last one was the one that gave him the biggest headache, the ugly client named "Wade" who put on a hood and became a bitch named Deadpool.

"Ding dong~"

Saitama slid into a quiet alley on his motorcycle and rang the doorbell of a dilapidated house. Immediately, a ringtone that only sounded more than ten years ago rang.

"Hey, what do you want?"

An old woman wearing sunglasses opened the door and looked at Saitama and said.

"I……"

Saitama just wanted to speak but was blocked by a pistol.

"Stop, I see."

"You're that bastard's enemy, right?"

The old woman's hunchback was severe, and even her feet were inconvenient, but her posture when holding a pistol was excellent.

"I……"

Saitama planned to explain that he was just a pizza delivery person, but the safety of the pistol in his mouth was released.

"Shh..."

"To shut up."

"Go into the corridor over there and turn right into the first room. You can see a dead pervert lying on the bed making a puppet."

"Do you have a gun?"

The old woman's witty words, clear ideas, and shocking twists made Saitama ashamed. He really wanted to say that he was just a pizza delivery person.

"Okay, I understand, there's a gun in this pizza box, right?"

"I guess there is an old HK54 submachine gun inside. Maybe you young people prefer to call it 5."

"I have used it before. This thing is better than the 556 assault rifle."

The old woman pulled out the pistol from Saitama's mouth.

"Go in, shoot that scumbag with your 5, give him an 'enema' to vent his anger, and then get out of my house."

The old woman's familiar appearance made people believe that such a guy would often knock on her door.

"it is good……"

"Then I'm going in..."

Saitama bowed to the old woman while carrying the pizza, walked in very politely, and knocked on the door of the first room on the right.

"Damn old woman!"

"You fucking let someone come in and fuck me again!!!!"

Deadpool's familiar scream came from the room, and he pushed something away while cursing the old woman.

"I warn you!"

"Don't mess around!"

"If you dare to come in, I will cut you up with my two knives!"

"I'm hiding behind the sofa now. I don't care what shotgun or rifle you have. You can't kill me!"

Deadpool's pitiful tone is heartbreaking...