From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

Butcher's movements were so blatant that Josson couldn't help but laugh when he saw it.

A

second ago, he called you boss with a smile.

The next second, I can't wait to turn around and take out the guy and burst your skin swallow.

This is the butcher, Billy Butcher.

"Less nonsense. Joson

raised his hand, and a purple fantasy card was built from bottom to top in the constantly stacked particle effects, levitating in his hand and slowly spinning.

As a Muggle, Butcher couldn't see everything, but he vaguely felt that his boss's empty hands seemed to hold something unbearable.

Don't ask, ask is superpower!

"I lend you power, you help me do things." Looking at the wary Butcher, Johnson said leisurely, "The choice is yours, but I can guarantee that I will deal with the "motherlandman" for you after the end." "

When he came to this world, Azu was going to kill him after all.

As for who takes the head, Joson really doesn't care.

As a kind substitute messenger, he only recycles the soul waste of evil heroes, and how the corpse has nothing to do with him.

The hatred

buried deep in his heart was awakened by Jossen's words, and the man named Butcher clenched his hands into fists, his knuckles pinched white.

He coldly locked his still open right hand with his scrutinizing gaze, and there was indeed nothing.

But his instincts told him that Joson didn't have to lie to him.

That hand may really have the power to transform him.

“......

"But this work is too much work, and I need more help."

"It's your business, and you'll see for yourself to settle it."

As Johnson said, the F cub walked out of his body, took the volleyed SR in his hand, and held it in his hand and punched Bucher into the chest.

Butcher: "..." The

bearded butcher's thick body lifted his feet off the ground and flew into the air, only to feel a sharp pain in his chest.

After a pause of about a second, he stumbled to the ground clutching his chest, and an unspeakable force radiated from his chest to his limbs.

The leg muscles, which were already quite strong, swelled to the point that they almost burst through their pants, and when they returned to their original shape, every muscle fiber changed into a new structure of the ship.

It seems that there is infinite power in it to support him from New York on the east coast all the way to Los Angeles on the west coast.

Boom -

A strong wind blew in the room, and the table full of information papers flew and scattered all over the place.

In the blink of an eye, Butcher's body blurred, and when he reappeared, he had actually run around the room hundreds of times.

"Wardfa!!"

he looked down at his power-filled hands, his voice pleasantly surprised: "This is that bitch's superpower?"

Butcher

: "..."...

Thanks, boss. "

Although I feel that you are scolding me, and I have evidence, I still have to thank you.

"

Is it an illusion? I feel like I'm hungry right now.

He touched his belly suspiciously, feeling that the food he had eaten before seemed to be consumed in his breath.

An indescribable hunger stimulated his taste buds, and he subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling that he could eat a hot meal locked in the toilet that had just been used!"

"Locomotive" needs to eat three thousand calories per hour to maintain its heyday.

Josson acted as a narrator, telling Butcher the reason for his hunger.

"So that's not an illusion, you really should eat." "

Three thousand calories an hour, how many burgers and Coke do you have to eat..."

Butcher listened to the corner of his eye, and couldn't help swallowing, suddenly feeling that the superpower was not very fragrant.

"You take this card, there are a million in it," Joson took out a black and gold bank card from his pocket and flew out as a playing card, "Whether it's for eating, drinking, or as activity funds, it's whatever you want, I only care about the result, no problem?"

Butcher's figure swayed, and when he reappeared, the bank card that didn't fly in his direction at all appeared in his hand.

"Of course it's fine, boss!" suddenly

gained superpowers and banknote abilities, his eyes full of confidence and killing intent.

"Just wait to see the good show!"

Night.

A black-clad Johnson walked into the Tower of Seven, and the security guards on duty saluted him.

"Mr. Flash, you're going to a few floors. Chris

the security captain on duty drove Josson all the way to the elevator with an unabashed flattery.

In his opinion, those who are successfully selected for the seven-person group must be rich people, and when they retire, if they are hired as private security guards, it is also a good way out.

While the superhumans themselves don't need protection, their estates, assets, and captive starlets always need guards.

Chris is a visionary security captain who has the opportunity to get up close and personal with these future rich tycoons, and naturally can get one by one.

Johnson glanced at him, "I want to see the biographies and activities of past heroes, which department should I go to?" Chris

immediately replied, "The Criminal Analysis Department, they basically have a full set of historical archives there."

"Their floor is on the 40th floor, I'll help you press... OK, that's it!"

he said, with a warm smile on his face and already pressing the elevator on the 40th floor.

Joson glanced at him and pressed the brim of his hat.

"Thank you.

"Have a nice job!" With

the enthusiastic help of Chris, the inner ghost, Johnson quickly arrived on the floor where the crime analysis department was located.

The access card of the seven-person group is not authorized in this kind of place, firstly, because it is not used, and secondly, it does store some secrets that only some employees and high-level officials know.

With Joson's footsteps, the overhead lights lit up, and the already locked glass door opened in unison.

At the entrance of the gate, the employee who felt the sudden change in the brightness of the surrounding light source subconsciously turned to check, and just faced a pair of scarlet eyes.

In the dark Gouyu turn, he sluggishly turned around and sat down, opened the study materials of the D drive and entered a focused learning state.

At the same time, the building's monitoring server flashed like a power jump.

Starting from the surveillance footage of Chris's enthusiastic service, the video files were deleted frame by frame, and the corresponding storage unit was also burned into bad areas by the violent magnetic field.

The same thing happened again as before the "Deep Sea" accident, and the server that Walt Group paid a lot of money to maintain failed again.

Except for a few employees on duty for the night, no one knew exactly what happened that night.