One punch bald head in Marvel

The sun rises in the east, and it is another beautiful morning.

Cars were passing by outside the window, and the sound of horns and quarrels was quite disturbing.

Saitama got up from the bed with a calm expression, walked out of the bedroom, poured himself a glass of water, and sat down on the sofa.

It's 800 in the morning, two hours before Parker reports to the new Pizza King. Parker has already gotten up and is doing personal hygiene in the bathroom.

Saitama and Parker agreed that Parker would go to Pizza King alone today, and then ask the store manager there if there was still a shortage of people. If possible, Saitama would join the new Pizza King family.

At the same time, he was awakened by the noise pollution and lost his sleep, so he had to pick up the remote control on the sofa and press the red start button.

"puff!"

It's 801 in the morning, and Saitama spits out the sip of water he just drank, splashing all over the screen.

And this was just because there was an old acquaintance of his leaving the country on the morning news. The perverted selfie in the red tights was hung high in the upper right corner of the news, and he was labeled as an attacker.

"Now our reporters will bring you eyewitness accounts."

"Hello, what's your name?"

A plump black female host walked to the door of the billiard room and moved the microphone to a cleaner who was holding a mop.

This was a witness last night. After being contacted by the TV station, he returned to the crime scene for an interview today.

Although he has already been questioned by the police, it would be nice to be interviewed by the TV station again and get some tips from the program crew.

"My...my name is Sanges."

Sanjes, the cleaner, looked a little nervous. There was a river of blood in the billiard room that he was responsible for cleaning. The image of sitting on the sofa to collect benefits after losing his job had already appeared in front of his eyes.

"Okay, Sanjes."

"Excuse me, what happened here after you cleaned the billiard room last night?"

"Who attacked here?"

The capable female host is skilled in business, has sharp eyes and a firm tone, and is accurate every time she hands over the microphone.

"I just...finished cleaning last night when I saw two men rushing in from outside..."

"The more perverted man held a gun and started shooting as soon as he entered the billiard room. The other man was more muscular and started fighting hand-to-hand with the young people."

"The young people also had guns and they started to fight back, but the bullets hitting the two attackers were useless..."

Sanjes still remembered that last night he was holding a mop, hiding in a corner and witnessing the whole attack with trembling eyes. The most impressive thing was the red pervert, who was cursing and stabbing someone with a club. Young man's chrysanthemum.

"We have confirmed through surveillance that that pervert is Deadpool. Do you have anything to add about the other man?"

"Or do you know who he is?"

The hostess bit her lip to make a sad expression and nodded.

"do not know……"

"But I think he should be given a name on the list of Hell's Kitchen villains."

Sanges on the TV screen said, his eyes drifting into the distance, as if some strange person ran past.

"Oh, hey!"

"That's him, that guy!"

Sanjes suddenly pointed away from the camera, shouted excitedly, and hid behind the female host, terrified.

"Quick, move the camera over!"

The female host held the microphone with one hand and kept tapping the camera crew on the shoulder with the other hand, causing the camera to shake and then shoot to their right.

Deadpool was hiding in a bush, revealing his iconic white eyes, watching them quietly.

"Sloppy, sloppy, sloppy."

"Damn it, call the police! Ask the Avengers for help!"

The female host stepped on her newly bought high heels and ran on the lawn, accompanied by Sanges and the camera crew.

"Hey!"

"I'm the crime-fighting Deadpool..."

"you……"

Deadpool's voice came from behind, scaring the group of people into running faster.

The female host even took off the back of her high heels while running, raised her thick thighs, and ran faster than anyone else.

"Tsk..."

“I always feel like it’s not very effective.”

Seeing how difficult it was for the media to communicate, Deadpool had no choice but to shrug his shoulders, silently walked out of the grass, and headed towards his and Hydroman's secret node.

And without Deadpool knowing it, his photo of him smiling at the camera and using a club in his hand to help others defecate has been published as a headline on major portal websites.

Saitama silently turned off the TV in order not to be affected by the photo.

"Saitama, I'm going out then."

"Bake the bread you bought yesterday for breakfast."

Parker walked out of the bathroom at this time. He put a piece of cold bread into his mouth and pushed the door open.

"Parker, bye..."

Saitama waved goodbye to the closing apartments and forced a kind smile.

When the door was completely closed and Parker's footsteps disappeared into the corridor, Saitama jumped up from the sofa and hurriedly took out a piece of bread from the refrigerator and stuffed it into his mouth.

"I don't know what Deadpool and the others are doing."

"We have to stop them before things get bad."

Saitama jumped out with a piece of bread in his mouth and jumped onto the rooftop of an apartment building.

"I remember……"

"It seems to be here..."

Saitama opened Google Maps on his phone and set a direction based on the approximate location of the incident.

He began to leap across the rooftops, heading in the direction set.

And even on the way there, he saw several figures who looked like heroes. It was like the entire Hell's Kitchen heroes were informed that "Deadpool is acting like a monster" and the entire army was dispatched.

"Hello, newbie?"

At this time, a man wearing a bronze mask and a black cloak jumped over from a nearby building and advanced side by side with Saitama.

"Uh……"

"I was new."

Saitama was surprised that the opponent could keep up with his speed. Although he was not running seriously, he was already much faster than ordinary people.

"My name is Cloak, if you always come out as a vigilante."

"We'll meet again, bye."

Cloak didn't seem to want to ask Saitama's name, but just came to say hello.

After he finished speaking, he suddenly opened his hands, and the moment the cloak was stretched, the surging dark energy enveloped it.

The whole person disappeared in mid-air, leaving no trace behind.

"Wow."

When the cloak reappeared, it was already dozens of meters ahead. He was flashing on the roofs of various buildings, and each flash caused a momentary distortion of the surrounding space.

Saitama looked at the distant figure and couldn't help but sigh. He had seen such a mutant on the top floor of the Heathrow Building, but the one in front of him was obviously much faster and even looked like a disembodied ghost.

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