One punch bald head in Marvel

In the afternoon, when the sun was at its hottest, Parker, who had just finished his mission, was going to rest at home, so Saitama was the only one going to the temporary shelter.

He had just entered the shelter when he heard the screams of the homeless.

"Didn't we inform that the relief meals will be provided twice a day?"

"Why hasn't anyone come to serve the meal yet?"

People gradually became excited. As soon as they saw Saitama, they rushed over and surrounded him.

"Store manager, is that particularly tall man not here today?"

Saitama looked at the hungry and desperate eyes in front of him, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

"No, isn't it your volunteers' own problem?"

"Didn't you forget the time to come and deliver the food?"

"Bald, give us the food quickly!"

A skinny middle-aged man stretched out his sallow arms to grab Saitama. Hunger not only made him desperate, but also made him lose his mind.

"Sorry, I don't know how to cook soup."

"Sorry……"

Saitama raised his hands and said helplessly, but his expressionless face looked more like arrogant mockery to the refugees.

"Asshole, we're going to starve to death."

"How can you still be so calm!"

"Aren't we life?"

"You bastard, can you just care about yourself and eat enough?"

More and more refugees grabbed Saitama by the collar, surrounded him, and insulted him with all kinds of dirty words.

But Saitama always looks indifferent and indifferent. He doesn't care what the refugees think. The hero he describes is only to protect the people in times of crisis, not a trash can that needs to accept the people's negative energy.

"You guys wait here."

"I'll go find the store manager and bring him here."

Saitama turned around and was about to leave the shelter. All the refugees who were holding him felt the force on their hands and let go of Saitama.

They suddenly felt afraid of Saitama. How could a human being have such a powerful power?

"Then what do we do?"

"Waiting here for your return."

"Isn't it important even if you starve to death?"

It was the skinny middle-aged man again. He was knocked down by the commotion caused by Saitama's move just now. He stood up from the crowd and shouted loudly.

"Waiting for other volunteers to come and help."

"You won't die if you skip two meals."

Saitama didn't look back, just waved back, then jumped up and disappeared into thin air in front of all the refugees.

Suddenly there were bursts of exclamations among the refugees. They couldn't believe their eyes and stared blankly at the spot where the bald head had been standing.

"Parker, Manager Juan didn't come to the shelter today."

"Do you know where his home is?"

Saitama stopped on a half-broken building and dialed Parker's phone.

"He never told me."

"But he just handed over the batch of relief supplies to us yesterday, so he should have slept very late."

"Is it possible that you haven't gotten up yet?"

Parker remembered that it was already four o'clock in the morning when the handover was completed yesterday. From then on, the ten hours of sleep should have lasted until now.

"Wait a minute, Saitama."

"I'll give the store manager a try."

With that said, Parker put the call with Saitama on idle and dialed Juan's number instead.

At this time, hidden in a basement somewhere, the phone rang, waking up the man who had just experienced torture.

There was a blindfold on his head, so he couldn't see clearly the bad situation he was in. He could only hear the ringing of his cell phone somewhere a certain distance away from him, which meant that the man who attacked him had confiscated all his personal belongings. .

"Hahaha, bastard."

"Someone would actually call you."

"How about we come and have some fun?"

Before Juan could try his best to get the phone, he heard the man's voice approaching him.

The man ignored him, walked straight to the metal table, and picked up the mobile phone placed on it.

"This time the bell is over."

"If the other party still insists on calling your mobile phone, I will kill him."

"How about it?"

The man pinched Juan's cheek with one hand and laughed at Juan's helplessness.

The boss only asked him to teach Juan a lesson. He didn't dare to cross the line and kill people. But killing Juan's friends might also be regarded as a kind of "torture"?

The more he thought about it, the more excited the man felt. How much he expected the other party to call this phone again.

Huan, who was hanging upside down, had little strength due to lack of oxygen and could no longer struggle like yesterday. He could only make a whimpering sound and vaguely cursed the other person as an inhuman "bastard".

"What did you say?"

"I can't hear it at all~"

The man said and slapped Juan in the face. Juan, who was already injured, was hit with blood from the corner of his mouth.

"just wait……"

"Waiting for this cute little guy named 'Peter Parker' to make the next call."

The ground was covered with blood, and the man didn't want his shoes to get dirty, so he simply sat on the metal table and waited for the next call from Parker or someone else.

When the time comes, no matter who is on the other end of the phone, he will kill them.

"Ah ha, yes."

The man looked at the caller ID on the phone screen. The photo showed a bald man wearing work clothes serving dishes in a store.

The other party's special Asian face and harmless expression made the man excited. He loved to see this cowardly guy kneeling down and begging for mercy, and then he shot him to death.

However, the regrettable thing is that the opponent does not seem to be too tall and does not seem to be particularly capable of fighting. This hunting may be extremely overwhelming.

"But, let's make sure it's him."

"Kill him first, and then kill the next one."

The man muttered to himself and jumped off the table.

"Look, this is the guy I'm about to kill."

"It's called...'Saitama', it seems..."

He took off Juan's blindfold and waved the caller ID in front of Juan.

"Damn..."

"You are not allowed to hurt him..."

Juan said as he was dying, his voice was very weak.

"I told you to speak louder!"

"Can't you hear me?"

The man made a fist and punched Juan hard in the face.

Then he turned around and answered the call from "Saitama".

"Hey, are you the store manager?"

"Where are you?"

"Everyone at the shelter is waiting for you."

"Saitama"'s voice sounded on the other end of the phone.

"Yes, I am the store manager~"

"Excuse me, where are you~"

"Bald~"

The man didn't cover up his voice at all, teasing Saitama.

"who are you?"

"I'm on Hewesst."

"How can you let the store manager go?"

Saitama looked at the collapsed train track at his feet. He remembered that this was the place where Cletus and the woman jumped together when the train crashed.

He knew that something must have happened to Juan. It might be the remnants of the gang that Davis had not cleaned up that day, or it might be the cleanup people sent by other business giants.

Although the other party's voice was very familiar, Saitama didn't want to ask the other party. He just wanted to find store manager Huan as soon as possible.

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