The Bizarre Adventures of One Punch Man

"Just a little while ago, the 'Fatherman' stormed out of the building and killed a nigger straight from the falling glass... er, I mean, an unfortunate townsman!His identity is a taxi driver, and now the first floor of the building is full of people, what should we do? "

Madeleine: "..."

She ran through her hair vigorously, trying to shake the stress of the barrage of bad news out of her head.

"I have a question, is there any camera that caught the "people from the motherland" doing it? "

Upon hearing Madeleine's inquiry, Ashley's voice paused, as if she was confirming something with the people around her.

Immediately, she quickly replied: "The technical department has searched all the surrounding surveillance and all mobile phones in the same area at the same time, and no one has found any footage of the "Motherlander" in action. "

"Okay, then there's no problem."

Madeleine let out a long sigh of relief, and fell back on the armchair: "Ashley, I leave this matter to you. Listen—"

"Just remember this, that nigger's death had nothing to do with our great 'homelanders', OK? "

"Understood, I know what to do!"

"Cool, do you know, Ashley, this is what I like most about you, just let it go, I will tell the accountant this month, and I will give you an extra bonus of [-] knives."

"Oh, my Boss, you are so wise! Don't worry, I will take care of it!"

"Wait, call someone to clean up my office by the way, the smell left by that idiot is disgusting!"

"Uh... Received, right now!"

call--

After finishing the matter at hand, Madeleine breathed a sigh of relief, got up and took out an empty feeding bottle from the refrigerator in the office, preparing to solve some problems caused by overdeveloped mammary glands.

Dangdang.

There was a sound of glass knocking, and she turned her head in surprise, and immediately saw the "Motherlander" floating outside the French window.

For a moment, a flattering and gentle smile skillfully appeared on Madeleine's face.

After countless experiments, this is the motherly smile that is most likely to calm the "motherland".

After adjusting her mood, Madeleine tilted her head playfully, signaling for Azu outside the building to come in.

Only then did she realize that the face of the perfect god created by the Walter Group did not seem so good-looking.

……

"The glass that smashed the poor guy fell from the building of the Voight Group, right?"

"No way, with so many buildings nearby, it might not be blown down from a distance by the high air flow, right?"

"Oh my god! What happened? Did a terrorist storm into the Tower of Seven to seek revenge on the superheroes?"

On the ground, the scene of the accident was surrounded by crowds, and the flash lights of mobile phones and cameras kept lighting up, and people talked about it according to their own imaginations.

As far as watching the excitement, Americans who like to die can definitely be in the forefront.

Qiao Sen, who had just said goodbye to Azu, also came here, but this time, he put on the "God of War Peaked Cap" he bought in M ​​City.

A very fast figure in the high school is from far to near, and it is the "motherlander" who also returned.

He circled silently around the perimeter of the Tower of Seven for several times, and finally paused for a moment somewhere before falling into it.

Azu didn't realize that the superhuman who just had a big fight with him was among the crowd below.

Except for Qiao Sen, no one knew of the arrival of the "Motherlander".

People's attention is not on the sky, but on the unfortunate victim.

Soon, Qiao Sen also learned about the tragedy that had just happened at the foot of the Tower of Seven from the discussion of the surrounding crowd.

Moving his fingers, he found himself itching again.

It seems that the few punches that Azu gave before were still light, and he should meet Euler next time.

At this moment, a powerful shout came from not far away, causing quite a commotion.

Johnson also looked over.

"Fart terrorist!"

A strong white man with thick hair and wearing a black robe spat hard on the ground, and said with a sneer, "I can assure you, those bastards with super powers definitely did it themselves."

On his left, a thin white boy with glasses looked at him firmly.

"Hey, I won't allow you to insult the Seven! They are superheroes who have saved the world countless times!"

"Oh dear."

Hearing the words, the man in black turned around, put his arms around the boy's shoulders, and grinned angrily, showing a ferocious smile that could make a child stop crying.

"It's your business to like chasing stars, but if you continue to insist on your point of view, be careful I will twist your head off and stuff it into your skin swallow. Do you understand?"

Chapter 116 Butcher's Performance

Gudong!

The white boy nodded with difficulty, only to be pushed away by the black-robed man like he was throwing trash.

He didn't dare to stay any longer, and hurriedly squeezed through the crowd to get away from this vicious-looking anti-chaoying lunatic.

The man's name was Billy Butcher, the Green Hat, no, butcher.

It is the literal meaning of his surname translated.

Butcher hated metahumans, and his lifelong wish was to kill Vought and the Super Seven.

To be more precise, it is to kill the "people of the motherland".

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

Ever since he found out that his wife, Becca, had been in the same room with The Homelander for more than three hours before he disappeared, he hadn't thought about killing that superhuman bastard.

It's a pity that the difficulty of this task is hell level.

In order to deal with the group of damned superhumans, he accepted the invitation of the CIA to join the special operations team of the former director Mallory, and participated in the formation of the black robe picket team specially to deal with superhumans.

Along the way, Butcher has slaughtered more than one superhuman bastard, but compared to the "homelanders", those guys are a bunch of rotten fish and rotten shrimps that can't be put on the table.

Until now, he is still doing everything in his power to avenge himself.

Spraying away the white boy brainwashed by superhero movies, Butcher spat rudely.

This action made the surroundings confirm that the bearded man in black robe was a complete hooligan, and immediately moved in the opposite direction to him.

In order not to be accidentally hurt by his mouthful of old phlegm.

"Hey, excuse me, I'm talking about you, make way for Dad... That's right, good boy."

Gentlemanly moving through the crowd, Butcher opened the way with a polite smile, always going to the innermost gathering of black people and taxi drivers.

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

"Yeah, he also has a sister who runs a drive-thru restaurant. As long as he drives a taxi there, he can enjoy a free lunch of Fort Cod."

"Oh my God, I still can't believe that God would allow such a horrible thing to happen to him!"

Some taxi drivers who knew the deceased told stories they knew, and the atmosphere at the scene was sad.

"Hey guys, tears ain't gonna fix it, I guess we gotta do something for him!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Butcher in black robe squeezed into the middle of the crowd with his strong and powerful arms while talking loudly, and soon came to the taxi driver on the innermost floor.

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

No, who are you?

Before the taxi drivers had time to question, they heard the strong man with thick hair speak in an infectious voice.

"Oh my God! Please forgive my gaffe, this is nothing short of murder!"

"It's hard for me to imagine how sad his family will feel when they see this scene. He...what's his name?"

The taxi driver who was questioned by Butcher was shocked when he met his fierce gaze.

Immediately, trembling, Sun Su replied: "Nick Rule, sir, this is his name."

"Nick! He is our brother, an ordinary person like us. He worked enthusiastically as usual, but he returned to the embrace of the Lord in an unseemly way under the eyes of everyone."

"It shouldn't be like this...his ending shouldn't be like this!"

Butcher's deep and magnetic voice, coupled with his mature appearance and scars around his eyes, make his already provocative words more likely to attract the attention of others.

"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 people who were onlookers at the scene soon echoed. At this time, no matter whether they knew the deceased or not, the skin color is the strongest bond, which is enough to make those young people with no brains but sensitive hearts stand up for them. The dead speak.

"Yes! Justice! You are right!"

Butcher pointed to one of Xiao Hei who responded to him, his eyes full of encouragement.

With the help of this group of free trustees, he has the absolute right to speak with almost no effort.

Next, no matter what he says is right, people will not think about whether there is any problem with his words, they will just blindly follow the trend, this 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!"

"Obviously, the glass that killed him came from the Tower of Seven, we've got to get an explanation!"

"I think a real superhero would never cover up a criminal, but we need an explanation!"

"He's right! We need an explanation!"

"Yes! The righteous "homelanders" will help us find the criminal, we need an explanation! "

"We need an explanation!"

"We need an explanation!" ×N

As Butcher raised his arms and breathed out droplets, the high emotion resonated on a large scale, and the phenomenon of human-to-human transmission soon appeared on the scene.

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

Driven by what they thought was justice, they held high the banner of justice and strode towards the gate of the Walter Group, which was close at hand.

Only a small part of them are stunned youths instigated by Butcher, and some of the rest are not too big to join in the fun, some want to visit the Seven-person Tower for free, and some hold up their mobile phones and want to take pictures and send them to self-media Gain traffic.

But no matter what the original intention was, the crowd gathered more and more, forming a mighty torrent, and the footsteps gradually became earth-shattering.

Butcher, who caused this scene, only took two symbolic steps, then turned around without hesitation, and disappeared into the crowd in reverse.

The sinister smile on the corner of his mouth when he left was just like a retired conspirator.

Seeing this scene, Qiao Sen couldn't help shaking his head and laughing.

"This guy is really talented."

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

However, at this time, the supervisor on duty at the first floor of the Water Group, who found that something was wrong, couldn't laugh.

The middle-aged executive, who had begun to bald, was sweating profusely looking for his security captain, and shouted loudly, "Close the door, Chris! Don't let those mobs rush in!!"

"Yes Sir! I'm working hard!"

The security captain Chris who was running wildly responded loudly.

Due to the acumen of his job duties, he was one step ahead of the duty manager to realize that the situation was not good.

Chapter 117 Trading

Almost at the same time as the crowd was rioting, the security captain Chris had already started to run hard.

The thick muscles did not affect his speed, but brought him good explosive power, looking like a preying cheetah.

Chris rushed to a load-bearing column, and a sliding shovel went over and hit the emergency shutdown device of the safety system at the base.

With a "bang", tons of alloy safety doors were driven by electricity and slowly lowered.

The angry crowd finally failed to rush into the Tower of Seven before the safety gate fell. The supervisor on duty breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of the storm of public opinion that was about to start, and suddenly had another headache.

"Is Ashley in charge? Yes, I have something important to report to you..."

……

Butcher walked on the streets of Manhattan, feeling very comfortable.