From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

The white boy nodded with difficulty, only to be pushed away by the black-robed man as if he were throwing garbage.

He did not dare to stay any longer, and quickly squeezed through the crowd to stay away from this fierce-looking anti-Super British madman.

The man's name is Billy Butcher, the bandit Green Hat Man, no, the butcher.

It is the literal meaning of his surname translated.

Butcher hates the superhumans, and his lifelong wish is to kill the Walt Group and the Super Seven.

To be more precise, it is to kill the "motherlanders".

As for the reason, just look at his bandit number.

Ever since learning that his wife Becca had been in a room with the "Motherland" for more than three hours before disappearing, he didn't want to slaughter the superhuman bastard all the time.

It's just a pity that the difficulty of this task is hellish.

In order to deal with that group of damned superhumans, he accepted the CIA's invitation to join the special operations team of former director Mallory and participated in the formation of the black-robed pickets dedicated to dealing with superhumans.

Along the way, Butcher has slaughtered more than one superhuman bastard, but those guys are a bunch of smelly fish and rotten shrimp who can't get on the table compared to "Motherlanders".

Until now, he is still doing everything he can to avenge himself.

Spraying away the white boy who had been brainwashed by the superhero movie, Butcher grudely spat on it.

This action made the surrounding attention determine that this black-robed bearded man was a complete rogue, and suddenly moved in the opposite direction to him.

So as not to hurt himself by mistake by his next mouthful of old phlegm.

"Hey, Laojia, it's you, make way for Dad... Yes, that's it, good boy.

Gesturing through the crowd gentlemanly, Butcher opened the way with a polite smile and walked toward the innermost gathering of black people and taxi drivers.

"Nick, his name is Nick, I know him, he's a good old man.

"Yes, he also has a sister who runs a drive-in restaurant, and as long as you drive a taxi, you can enjoy a free cod castle lunch."

"Oh my God, I still don't believe God would let such a terrible thing happen to him!" a

taxi driver who knew the deceased told the story they knew, and the atmosphere was sad.

"Hey, guys, tears won't solve the problem, I think we have to do something for him!"

said the black-robed Butcher as he saw that the time was ripe, and squeezed into the middle of the crowd with his thick and powerful arms, and soon came to the innermost taxi driver.

The taxi drivers, who were also squeezed behind him, were stunned.

The

taxi drivers didn't have time to question it, but listened to the strong man with strong hair say in a very infectious voice.

"Oh my God, please forgive my gaffe, this is a murder!"

"I can't imagine how sad his family would be when they saw this, he... What's his name?"

The taxi driver who was questioned by Butcher met his fierce gaze and was immediately taken aback.

Immediately, Sun Su replied: "Nick Ruhl, sir, this is his name." He

is our brother, an ordinary man like us, who works passionately as ever, but returns to the arms of the Lord in an unseemly way in full view. "

It shouldn't be like this...

Butcher's deep and magnetic voice, combined with his mature appearance and scars at the corners of his eyes, made his already provocative words more likely to attract attention.

"Yes! He's right.

"Our brother is dead, but he can't just die in vain

!" "Find the murderer! We need justice!" The

voices of the black ethnic group who were originally in a state of onlookers at the scene quickly echoed, at this time, whether they knew the deceased or not, skin color was the strongest bond, enough for those young people who had no brains but sensitive hearts to stand up for the deceased.

"Yes, justice, you're right!"

Butcher pointed at one of the blacks who responded to him, his eyes full of encouragement.

With this group of free trusts, he has almost no effort to occupy the absolute right to speak.

Next, whatever he says is right, people will not think about whether there is a problem with his words, they will only blindly follow the stream, which is exactly the result he wants!

"Someone must be responsible for this, no matter who that person is, even a superhero cannot ignore the law and kill an innocent person at will!"

I think a real superhero will never harbor a

criminal, but we need an explanation!" "We need an explanation!" "Yes, the righteous "motherlanders" will help us find the criminal, we

need an explanation!" "We need an explanation!"

"We need an explanation!" ×N

As Butcher spat and exhaled, the high emotions resonated on a large scale, and human-to-human transmission soon appeared at the scene.

Most of the blacks and taxi drivers present turned into repeaters at this moment, prompting more people to repeat this catchy slogan.

Driven by their own righteousness, they held high the banner of justice and strode towards the gate of the nearby Walt Group.

Only a small part of them were stunned by Butcher, the rest were not too big to make a splash, some wanted to enter the seven-person tower for free, and some held up their mobile phones to take a picture of a message and send it to self-media to win traffic.

But regardless of the original intention, the number of crowds gathered more and more, forming a mighty torrent, and the footsteps gradually became earth-shaking.

And Butcher, who caused this scene, only ran symbolically for two steps, then turned around without hesitation and disappeared into the crowd in reverse.

The sinister smile on his lips when he left, a conspirator who had succeeded in retiring.

Seeing this scene, Johnson couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"This guy is really a talent.

After that, he also activated his ability and disappeared in place.

However, at this time, the duty supervisor on the first floor of the Walt Group, who found that something was wrong, could not laugh.

The middle-aged supervisor, who had begun to die, sweated profusely for his security captain, shouting, "Chris close the door!

Due to the acumen of his duties, he detected the situation one step faster than the duty manager.