One punch bald head in Marvel

After the city collapsed, without the obstruction of buildings, the dust became freer at night.

When Saitama opened the door the next day, he found that the door was covered with loose dirt and dust.

"You go, I'll take care of it later."

Al, who had just finished breakfast, was coming out of the restaurant. She held a bottle of Passport whiskey in her hand. There was a faint mist rising from the whiskey bottle, and water droplets clung to the surface.

At ten o'clock at noon, Al planned to have a drink, then turn on the TV and enjoy the happiness of Netflix (Flix) series.

"Damn old woman, keep your voice down!"

Deadpool's voice came from his bedroom. Parker wanted to wake him up just now to help rebuild the city, but Deadpool refused Parker because he stayed in bed.

Al ignored Deadpool. Not only did she not turn down the TV volume, she also pressed the volume up button on the remote control to drown out Deadpool's screams.

The corners of her mouth curved under her sunglasses, with a very happy expression.

"Saitama is gone."

Saitama looked around the door and saw that Parker had been waiting at the door for a long time, wearing a spider suit, and his body was covered in dust.

"Ah."

After answering, Saitama followed Parker out of the alley and returned to the desolate world.

He could see through the ruins of Brooklyn, the city rising in the distance like a mirage, the impression distorted by the heat.

At the same time, Parker also separated from Saitama because he received the call from the Avengers. Today, only Saitama has to do volunteer work.

"Hey, bald."

A man stopped Saitama when he was about to arrive at the food supply point.

"Is there a problem?"

Saitama turned around and asked calmly.

"Are you a volunteer there?"

"I advise you not to continue doing stupid things there."

"It will suffer."

The man walked up directly, put his arm around Saitama's shoulders, and warned him from a very close distance, which made Saitama very uncomfortable.

"why?"

Saitama looked impatient.

"It's best to just leave without asking any questions."

"This is for your own good."

"The big guy serving food there has been targeted."

After the man finished speaking, he patted Saitama's bald head and left with his hands in his pockets.

"Store manager Juan?"

Saitama walked into the food supply point with doubts in mind. He found that everyone around him seemed to be in bad condition.

The little girl I saw yesterday also looked very weak, holding a metal lunch box and leaning against the ruins, staring at the tall buildings in the distance.

"Why are there no supplies..."

"What will we do if we don't have food?"

"I heard today that food can only be provided once. How can we survive?"

A few wanderers sat on the ground pessimistically, discussing the news announced today.

Saitama looked past them, probably knowing what was going on, and approached the supply point, where the barreled cooking pots were placed in a small tent.

Juan was working hard to mix the ingredients, which had been reduced by half, to make a new paste. After being exposed to the sun for the past few days, his originally fair skin gradually turned yellow, and large beads of sweat dripped from both sides of his forehead. His cheeks dropped, his serious expression full of confusion.

Saitama found Huan and told Huan what he had just been warned about.

"Oh shit!"

Juan took the spoon out of the pot and banged on the side, looking very angry.

"Since yesterday, aid supplies from various places have been gradually decreasing."

"Until now, it's only half a day's worth of food. I don't know how much it will be reduced tomorrow."

"There's no way homeless people can survive like this."

Juan put down the spoon and put his hands on the wooden table beside him, all kinds of pressure accumulating on his shoulders.

In order to keep the food supply station going for a while, changing the number of meals from twice a day to once a day has exceeded his bottom line.

Every time someone cried out because of hunger, Juan suffered secretly and endured it silently, continuing to provide food.

"what……"

"Lost."

"Sorry, Saitama."

After Juan pondered for a moment, he calmed down and continued to stir the paste in the pot. After all, it was impossible for him to interrupt everyone's only food ration because of his own emotional problems.

"Um……"

"It's okay, store manager, I'll go see if anyone needs help."

Saitama smiled reluctantly. He didn't know what to do. He could only do his job now.

After saying goodbye to Juan, he began to wander around the neighborhood, helping some disadvantaged groups who were inconvenient to move and taking them where they wanted to go.

Most of the people Saitama helped chose to leave this lifeless place and went to the surrounding cities to seek resources for survival. Manhattan and Sheepshead Bay became their best choices.

While following these refugees, Saitama also saw many different scenes.

A large number of refugees gathered at the entrance of the relief station. They crowded hard, trying to get a bed that could stay for one night, or a mouthful of slightly better-tasting paste to satisfy their hunger.

But often only a few people can get such an opportunity, and the rest stay at the entrance of the relief station waiting for a new day to come. The number of people left behind is so large that road traffic is affected.

And once humans become dense, bad things tend to breed.

"what!"

A scream rang out, and a woman stood shaking on the street.

Saitama left the homeless and chased after the sound. He caught the robber near the relief station, and the other person's appearance felt very familiar to him.

"It's you……"

The other person stood on the street, his face full of shock. He left the Brooklyn temporary shelter a few days ago and came here. Saitama had helped him, but what was unexpected was that the two of them ended up in this way. Forms meet again.

A moment later, the woman who was robbed came with the police and pushed the robber into the mud on the street so that he could no longer escape.

Saitama was appreciated, and the woman even wanted to repay him with cash, but Saitama waved him down.

Saitama and the robber who was pinned to the ground looked at each other silently. There was no complaint on the other's face, and he seemed to be relieved of the current situation.

Until he was taken away by the police, he didn't say a word to Saitama.

"Hello……"

"Can you get us out of here?"

At this time, several homeless people found Saitama. They competed with others all day long, but in the end they still failed to get a bed.

It was getting dark, and Saitama took the abandoned wanderers back to the temporary shelter.

"elder brother……"

"I hope you can help us."

The little girl's voice came from behind Saitama. She was standing on the ruins, the moonlight just illuminated half of her face, and her eyes were bright.

"Do you need any help?"

Saitama put down a disabled person on his back and after placing him, he followed the little girl out of the shelter and stopped in a garden filled with garbage.

"Last night, I saw someone stopping Benjamin who was delivering supplies."

"There were so many of them, they took away a lot of supplies, and they threatened Benjamin not to tell Juan the truth."

The reason why the little girl did not tell Juan about this was because in her opinion, Juan was likely to do something extreme, which would eventually even lead to Juan himself being in danger.

In contrast, Saitama usually behaves more calmly, which is more suitable for the plans that come up in her little head.

"Where are they?"

"Tell brother."

Saitama rubbed the little girl's hair and spoke softly.

So without the little girl knowing, she made the right choice.

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