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The little girl trusted Saitama, and she led him westward, through the ruins, and to the Gowancanal.

"They hid all the supplies there, in the containers."

She pointed at several oil tankers docked at the port. The surface of the oil tankers was stained with rust. It was indeed a good place to hide things.

"Approximately how many things are there?"

"Where exactly is it hidden?"

Saitama leaned over and asked the girl next to him.

"I only saw them bringing supplies in."

"I didn't dare to continue..."

The girl's voice became lower and lower as she spoke, and her head gradually dropped, as if she had made some mistake.

"It's okay, I'll just come find you, brother."

"Just stay here and don't go anywhere."

Saitama wanted to save time and quickly found supplies to send to Juan, but unexpectedly the girl didn't know the details.

He touched the girl's head, and while comforting her, he looked at the river reflecting the moonlight, thinking about where the person who had robbed the supplies would hide the supplies.

At this time, a bird flew across the sky, and Saitama followed the bird to rest on an old-looking container. He noticed that the bird was pecking at the container, or to be precise, it was pecking at the broken gaps in the container.

"there."

Having determined his target, Saitama jumped up and jumped onto the tanker with astonishing momentum, standing on the container.

He casually chased the bird away, stretched his fingers side by side into the gap, and with one hand, he tore a huge gap in the container.

"who is it!"

"How dare you touch our goods?"

Due to too much movement, a gangster discovered Saitama. He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at Saitama's head, but he couldn't even stand on his feet. He seemed to be a novice with guns.

Saitama just looked back at him and ignored his yelling. He just jumped into the tear and started rummaging through the container.

"Vegetables, meat and quilts, there are so many supplies accumulated here?"

What Saitama didn't expect was that there was an astonishing amount of supplies here, and they definitely couldn't be grabbed in one night.

It seems that these guys have been doing this for more than a day or two. If the little girl hadn't accidentally stumbled upon their dirty deeds that day, people would probably not have noticed until the temporary shelter was demolished.

"Hey!"

"The guy inside, come out quickly, before we plan to kill you!"

Several gunpoints poked into the container, pointing at the bald figure.

"Oh."

"is it?"

Saitama turned around and looked at the men surrounding the gap with unhappy eyes. He didn't know why someone could do such a thing.

Most of the homeless people in the temporary shelters were ordinary people with jobs and families who were worried about bills day and night. They lost their homes and all the guarantees of life because of the feathered snake disaster. Why would anyone still do this? I want to continue to deprive them of their right to live.

"do not come!"

"Not allowed to move!"

At this time, several gunshots tore through the tranquility of the river bank, and several people fell first. Those who surrounded Saitama ignored the looted supplies and hurriedly found bunkers to fight the intruders.

Saitama climbed out of the container and saw a man in a cloak walking from the port. Two automatic rifles in his hands were spraying flames, killing everyone around him one by one.

Looking at the man who was moving forward as if he was the god of death, Saitama suddenly had the idea of ​​stopping the struggle and reducing casualties.

However, a moment later Saitama stopped at the edge of the container. He did not want to save these criminals. In his eyes, these people were no different from weirdos who took human lives and were pure bad guys.

So for the next dozens of minutes, Saitama stood on top of the container, motionless and expressionless as he witnessed the entire process of the massacre carried out by the cloaked man.

After the other party was finished, he also discovered Saitama's existence.

"There's something I want in this container."

"You can't touch it."

Saitama said to the man who was approaching him, the expression on his face was so serious.

"Hahaha~"

"No, my boss just asked me to teach these people a lesson."

"Nothing else, I'm just curious."

"I wonder why you are here?"

The man finally stood in front of Saitama, took off his cloak, and his face was clearly depicted in the moonlight.

"We met on the train that had the accident. I remember your name was Saitama, right?"

The man stretched out his left arm, seemingly wanting to shake hands with Saitama.

"Aaron Davis?"

Saitama recalled for a while, and he remembered that the man in front of him had talked to him about graffiti in the city on the train, and then followed the crowd and left the subway station without experiencing the train accident caused by Cletus.

"Happy to meet."

"That day, after I deactivated all the bombs in advance, I got out of the car. My original plan was to have Cletus kill a few people and then be captured by the Avengers at the terminal."

"Unexpectedly, you actually stood up and reduced the casualties."

Davis spread his hands, smiled and recounted the little-known secret of the day of the train accident.

"Then what is your real identity?"

After listening to Davis's words, Saitama's impression of him had more or less improved, so he did not directly question him.

"I work under Kingpin, the big boss of these guys, the famous New York entrepreneur Mr. Fisk."

"Originally, my boss just asked them to suppress local homeless people, but unexpectedly they actually came up with the idea of ​​intercepting supplies, and they even intensified their efforts."

"You should have seen that there is very little food at the shelter today, right? My boss was worried that the matter would be exposed and affect his reputation, so he asked me to take care of the tail."

Davis pointed to a warehouse on the far side of the harbor.

"Here are just some cheap supplies that cannot be sold, but there are more good things there, which they are ready to sell."

"Of course, most of the materials have been converted into money by them and stored in the account. You can't get that money back."

As he spoke, Davis led Saitama to the warehouse. He raised his right hand slightly, and the cuff suddenly shook. An energy wave was released from the cuff and shattered the chain.

Next, Davis grabbed the rolling shutter door from below and pulled it upwards, and a wealth of supplies suddenly appeared in front of the two of them.

"This is……"

Saitama took a quick look and found that there were not only simple tents and sleeping bags here, but also many solar appliances with batteries that could be used at night. If these things were available, the lives of homeless people would be much more convenient.

"Do you understand now why they are robbing supplies?"

"It's all money, and the Rangers are their cash cow, and in the last moments before Fisk renovates the place, they're going to uproot that cash cow and squeeze out every last bit of value."

Davis looked gloomy. What these people did reminded him of some bad memories.

"Then I'll go first."

"You should handle these supplies yourself, Saitama."

After completing these other tasks, Davis left the warehouse. He turned into a side alley, got on his motorcycle, and sped towards the ruins. No one knew where he would go next.

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