One punch bald head in Marvel

A red car is speeding on the Williamsburg Bridge. It is a Ghibli, Maserati's latest model in 2019.

"Saitama, we're going to a new apartment soon!"

"Oh hoo!"

Parker sat in the driver's seat of the car and suddenly raised his hands in excitement and cheered.

After the awkward dinner last night, Stark sent someone to deliver the car to Al's apartment and temporarily lent it to him and Saitama for moving.

"Oh hoo..."

Saitama, who was sitting in the passenger seat, was not very high. I don't know if it was because of yesterday's crazy attack pouring mental power into him. He felt very tired when he got up this morning.

"But why did this guy come with us?"

"Why is he everywhere we go?"

Saitama pointed at Deadpool sitting in the back row, his eyes full of disdain.

"Of course it's because you two have moved to a new home and need to celebrate!"

Without waiting for Parker to answer, Deadpool took the lead and said to Saitama while holding the passenger seat, and bursts of hot air from his mouth hit Saitama's bald head.

"Correct!"

"celebrate!"

At this time, a petite figure suddenly appeared, and she held Deadpool's arm tightly.

"Damn it, Suraya, why are you here!"

This time, Deadpool had a stunned expression. He kept pushing Suraya away, not wanting Suraya to stick to him.

"Parker..."

Saitama stared straight ahead with an expressionless face. He did not look at the two people making a fuss in the back row.

"Ok?"

Parker turned to look at Saitama, who was driving the car into Dengceyst.

"Get these two out of the car before we get to Hell's Kitchen."

Saitama gave Parker a thumbs up gesture.

"it is good."

Parker immediately pulled over and stopped in front of the Bovary Ballroom. He followed the driver's right hand console and pressed the unlock button, and the car door unlocked immediately.

A moment later, Deadpool and the petite Suraya were living on the street together, looking angrily at the car going away.

"Deadpool, what is that?"

Suraya pointed to the ballroom behind the two of them, which could be seen through the window. There was a giant disco ball hanging on the roof, reflecting the midday sun.

There was no one in the dance hall, and pedestrians passed by in a hurry. It seemed that the dance hall was closed during the day.

"Little Suraya."

"Would you like to try dancing~"

As if he had discovered a secret treasure, Deadpool's eyes suddenly brightened and he stared at the gorgeous disco ball in the ballroom.

"want!"

"I want!"

Suraya jumped up with excitement. She had no teacher to teach her how to dance in the orphanage.

"That's good~"

"Little princess~"

"Please allow me to dance with you~"

Deadpool solemnly took Suraya's little hand and walked towards the closed ballroom.

"Deadpool, can we ask Brother Saitama to come with us next time?"

Suraya looked up at the tall Deadpool, her voice extremely childish.

"Okay~"

"You are a princess~"

"Anything is fine~"

As he spoke, Deadpool punched the glass of the ballroom window with one punch, and climbed in with Suraya, not caring that Suraya would follow his example.

"Ah chirp!"

"Who is saying bad things about me behind my back?"

Saitama in the passenger seat suddenly sneezed. He looked at the scene passing by on his right and couldn't help but sigh that Parker's friend named "Stark" was really rich, and the cars he lent to Parker were so luxurious.

"Saitama, we're here."

"Dara~"

Parker stopped the car in time, opened the door and stood in front of the fire escape stairs outside the apartment, with his hands stretched out, like an explorer announcing a secret treasure handed down from ancient times.

"In the past, the fire escape stairs in apartments were built in dark alleys. Now in Hell's Kitchen, why not just put them directly on the street..."

Saitama looked up at the four-story fire escape staircase and the distinct red bricks on the wall, and a cheap aura hit his face.

"Can I ask which floor we live on?"

"Parker."

Saitama found that the residents on the fourth floor were quarreling. A strong woman who looked very unpleasant was chasing after the strong man, slapping the other man on the back and yelling menacingly.

Saitama just hopes that he doesn't live on the third floor. In that case, he may have trouble sleeping amidst the noise of the two of them every day.

"Um……"

"Let me see……"

"Ah! It's the third floor!"

Parker lowered his head and confirmed the message from Stark again. The rental contract said it was indeed the third floor.

"Ok."

Saitama shrugged and said helplessly.

Under Parker's guidance, he entered the apartment through the front door and climbed up the wooden stairs.

The whole building is four stories high. The bottom floor is for shops, while the upper three floors are for rent. Each floor is divided into two apartments, one facing north and one facing east. The north-facing apartment is blocked by a fireproof staircase. Connected to facilitate escape in case of fire.

The landlord's house number is 202, which is the east-facing room on the second floor. Although there is no fire staircase hanging in front of the window to affect the view, it is very close to the street and traffic noise is easier to hear, which is confusing.

"Hello, I'm Peter Parker."

"We are new residents, and the room number is 301."

"Uh...Mrs. Beatrice?"

Parker knocked on Beatrice's door. This name appeared on the signature of the contract. He remembered that Stark said that he could tell Beatrice anything.

"I'm coming."

The door opened, and a beautiful woman walked out. She took the contract in Parker's hand and examined it carefully.

The theme song of "A Song of Ice and Fire" came from behind the door, as if the woman had just been watching a drama.

"Here, the key."

"Wish you a nice stay here."

After confirming that the contract was correct, Beatrice turned around and entered the room, took out the key and handed it to Parker.

At the same time, she also turned her attention to Saitama behind Parker from time to time. That bald head was really eye-catching.

"I think you should have understood this before coming here."

"This is a place where people of color live, and the security is relatively chaotic."

"If you are Asian, you are likely to be targeted. You should be careful."

Beatrice lowered her head, fumbled, and soon took out a napkin. She used the ballpoint pen placed on the shoe cabinet by the door to write an address and a name on the napkin.

"This guy named Lawrence is a pretty good smuggler."

"You can get illegal guns from him, and you don't have to worry about being blackmailed by him. If you say that Beatrice introduced you, you can get the acquaintance price."

Beatrice handed the napkin directly to Saitama behind Parker, then she smiled charmingly and closed the door.

"Parker..."

“Hell’s Kitchen doesn’t mean literally, right?”

Saitama looked at the napkin in his hand stupidly, with a black line on his face.

He felt as if he was in a fairy tale world. Beatrice must be joking, definitely.

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