One punch bald head in Marvel

Brooklyn's urban reconstruction plan was quickly put on the agenda. At a recent charity donation banquet, Stark Industries donated 10 million US dollars as reconstruction funds. Led by Stark Industries, the entire New York City Small entrepreneurs have begun to engage in philanthropic activities to consolidate their image on the cusp of this crisis.

Of course, several companies under the name of Hoffman also participated, and achieved considerable results. They re-established the image of a charitable enterprise in society, and also subtly disconnected from the name of Hoffman. connect.

"Parker, are there any bonuses for helping others rebuild their homes like we do?"

Saitama was wearing a sweatshirt, standing under the scorching sun, carrying several large pieces of gravel.

"No."

"In addition to relying on donations from around the world and financial assistance from Stark Industries, our Avengers have no other profitable projects."

"Only when we can ensure the Avengers' food, clothing, housing, transportation and equipment support when performing missions, there will be no bonuses for volunteer activities like this."

Parker was wearing a spider suit, shooting several threads of spider silk from his wrist, and was dragging the abandoned garbage.

"what……"

"Unemployment plus no bonus..."

Saitama looked at the dazzling sun in the sky and sighed sincerely.

"Although the Pizza King is ruined, there is still Avengers."

"If you are willing, you can join the Avengers. At least you will have a basic guarantee."

Parker wrapped some used electrical appliances in spider webs. He planned to send these items out of Brooklyn later. If they were left unused like this, they would harm the soil.

"I really still don't want to join the Avengers."

"Compared to the form of missions, I prefer to do whatever I want and do it based on my interests."

Saitama helped Parker lift the mountain-high pile of electrical appliances, and followed Parker into the temporary shelter set up by the government.

Although it is said to be a temporary shelter, there are actually no decent houses. There are only a few tarps draped among the ruins. There are even rumors that the shelter will be demolished by the government.

"Everyone come one by one!"

"Don't be crowded!"

At the Pizza King branch on Bedford Ave, where Parker worked before, Juan, the store manager there, was guiding the poor who came to get food aid.

"Can you give me some more?"

A cute little girl picked up her incomplete metal lunch box and walked up to Juan. She lost the orphanage she relied on for survival in the disaster, and now she can only hang out with a group of homeless people.

"Ah."

Juan showed a gentle smile and deliberately gave the little girl more food.

Although it is said to be food, it is actually a paste made from crudely processed donated food.

"Hey, store manager."

After Saitama helped Parker move the pile of electrical appliances, he also came to the food supply point.

"Saitama is done?"

"Here, let's eat a bowl to satisfy our stomach."

Juan has often seen Saitama around these days, but he has never seen Saitama lift a ton of rock.

In his imagination, he always thought that Saitama was just like an ordinary volunteer, moving boxes of relief supplies or helping the elderly in the shelter to pick up and deliver food.

"Thank you."

Saitama took the food and sat down on a pile of rocks nearby, sitting with a few homeless people.

"Brother, why do you want to shave your hair?"

The little girl who had asked for food from Juan suddenly came over, sat next to Saitama, and looked at Saitama with her big, watery eyes.

"I?"

"me……"

"Maybe it's because I worked too hard."

Saitama was stunned for a moment, then recalled the time when he fought bloody battles in City Z, kept getting stronger, and finally became bald.

It seems quite fulfilling.

Although he saved countless people in need of help from unknown dangers, he still didn't get any bonuses, even though a guy named king who was a good game thief took away all his achievements.

"Then we must continue to work hard to survive in the future."

The girl looked at Saitama as if there was a starry sky with ripples and shadows in her eyes.

"I will."

Saitama smiled and reached out to stroke the girl's hair.

"Go away, go away!"

"Get away now!"

At this time, a group of men wearing T-shirts came from the alley and drove away the homeless people who were still eating.

So the wanderers had no choice but to gather around the food supply point, which caught Juan's attention.

"who are you?"

Juan pushed his way through the crowd, opened his arms, and stood between the wanderers and the newcomers.

"We were sent to drive you away."

"The immediate boss is Fisk. He built a low-cost building for you outside of Brooklyn."

"You must have heard that our boss is a very good person. He donated a lot of money at the charity banquet a few days ago."

A cigarette-smoking gangster with a baseball bat on his shoulder glared fiercely at Juan.

"Most of them are homeless people without relief funds. They usually live in relief stations. Where do they get the money to pay the rent?"

Juan did not back down and remained firmly on the side of the Rangers.

The relief station has been destroyed, and the relief stations in the surrounding area are overcrowded and cannot accept any more homeless people.

If I give up on these wanderers, who will come to help them?

"I don't care if you can pay the rent or not."

"The superiors only asked me to drive you people away, but they didn't ask me to help you improve your lives."

"And this area has been successfully bid by companies named by big bosses, and you are hindering the reconstruction of this area."

The gangster put down the baseball bat on his shoulder, pointed at the ground under his feet, smiled arrogantly, and spit out the cigarette butt in his mouth.

"Then let's leave here, and we will establish another food supply point far away."

"Is this okay?"

Juan put his arms to his sides. Since the other party has the right to transform this land, if the homeless people behind him continue to stay forcibly, it will be considered an illegal act.

"No."

"Do you want to pay the rent for these days first?"

The gangster took a few steps forward, and the menacing men behind him followed suit, holding various weapons in their hands.

"What will happen to you if I don't agree?"

Juan walked into the crowd, and a moment later appeared in front of the gangster carrying a huge shotgun.

The pitch-black muzzle pressed against the gangster's forehead.

"Nothing."

"We'll see."

The gangster looked at the shotgun in front of him. He could hear ammunition shaking in the barrel, and his tense nerves caused sweat to overflow from his pores.

In fact, the matter of "paying rent" is just his own selfish desire and has nothing to do with the people above him. If it gets too big, he will probably be dealt with.

After some psychological struggle, the gangster put the baseball bat on his shoulders again. With a casual move, the group of people looking for trouble quickly dispersed.

"asshole."

Juan lowered his gun and looked at the departing figures and breathed a sigh of relief.

"what should we do……"

"What should I do if I leave here..."

The dense, smelly crowd was whispering, and everyone's face was filled with uneasiness.