A wonderful adventure that begins with One Punch Man

Chapter 110

At this point, the remaining pile of N cards is basically of little value.

Jossen's gaze swept over and landed on one of them.

The other fantasy cards were withdrawn to the library, but it was left behind.

The white card depicts a vulgar Star-Spangled Cloak, and just a glance at it makes people think that the person wearing it may have some serious disease in his head.

Letting the F cub activate the stand-in ability to reveal it, Johnson threw it casually and threw it into the toilet.

Saitama this guy washes his hands and vegetables often wets the ground, this rag is ugly, but the victory is that the material is thick, and it is used as a rag to the fullest.

In that case, the next world is to go to that world.

Josson put his hands behind his head and made a decision.

......

"Saitama, where's the rag in the toilet?"

Early that morning, Josen opened Saitama's door.

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Saitama yawned, rubbed his eyes, and looked at the sky outside the window: "Josen, why are you so early today?"

"The rags in the toilet... I want to think, oh! Last night, I blocked the toilet with diarrhea, and I threw it overnight when I wiped the floor tiles so dirty.

"Ah this..."

Johnson was speechless, but saw Saitama get up and pull out half a Star-Spangled Banner cloak from the bottom utility cabinet.

"That rag is so big, I cut half of it in advance, do you want to use it?"

"I don't know where you found this cloth, it was too laborious to cut, I almost cut the only scissors in the house, and finally I tore it with my bare hands..."

Saitama muttered, and the strong figure of the F cub lilac stepped out of Josen's body and reached out to extract the space-time elements in it.

Then he made an "OK" gesture and disappeared into the air.

"No need, you keep it first."

"I'm going out today, I brought you breakfast on the table, don't forget to eat, I'll leave first."

After that, Johnson closed the door.

"Okay, thanks..."

Jossen's footsteps disappeared into the living room, a bright blue light shone between the gap between the door and the floor, and Saitama knew he had used his superpowers to leave.

"Where you want to go, it's really convenient to have superpowers."

Saitama stretched and got up to change into sportswear.

"Jossen-kun is not here, so what should I do today? Oh, decided! After breakfast, run to King to play games! On the way, just finish the rest of today's training! "

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Walt International Group Headquarters Building, New York.

This is a sacred place in the hearts of superhumans around the world, and the headquarters of the superhero group "Super Seven" led by "Motherlanders" is located in this building.

Every superpower aspires to be selected by Walt to be part of the Group of Seven.

Everyone on this superhero team has countless fans, as long as they can join it, fame, status, money, beauty, these things that ordinary people dream of will be within reach.

Because the exterior of the building is designed in the shape of a round tower, the outside world is more accustomed to calling this building - Super

Seven Tower.

At this time, the sky in New York is shining.

The security guards in the reception hall on the first floor of the building stand at their respective posts and enjoy the leisurely time day after day.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows are the crowded streets of downtown Manhattan, and basically every once in a while, a coolly dressed blonde girl walks across the street, feasting their bored eyes.

No wonder they are so slack in their work attitude, this is the Tower of Seven, where the strongest superhumans in the world are located.

As direct employees of the Walt Group, they know exactly what terrible destructive power lies beneath the glamorous exteriors of the superhuman stars they protect.

Even the most brainless fool would not choose to make trouble here.

Except...

A blue figure rushed into the hall of the headquarters of the Walt Group like a whirlwind, and the security guard at the door subconsciously pressed the pistol on his waist, but was blown by the ensuing wind and could not open his eyes at all.

Only when the air cleared did they see who was coming.

It was one of the members of the Seven, the fastest black man in the world, "Locomotive".

At this time, the locomotive was covered in blood, as if it had just experienced a big war.

There was a disgusting fishy smell from his body, but everyone present was used to it, and the security guards even shoved the half-drawn pistol directly back into the holster.

Yes, no fool dares to make trouble at the headquarters of the Walt Group.

Except for the group of superhuman bastards themselves.

"Hey!" Locomotive", you are still so fast! Where are you saving the world back?

"The latest reports aren't out yet, oh damn it, your blood-stained look is amazing!"

"'Shockwave' that kid always openly clamoring to challenge you in media interviews, I think he really seeks his own death!"

Chris the white security captain laughed and greeted the "locomotive", seemingly not smelling the bloody smell that made people spit out overnight meals, and stretched out his strong right arm to look affectionately trying to shake hands with him.

"Oh, Chris, I don't have time to make small talk with you right now."

The expression of the "locomotive" was slightly alarmed, fortunately, he was a black man, even if his face was pale and bloodless because of tension at this time, outsiders could not see it at all.

"Ms. Madeleine has arrived, I have urgent matters to discuss with her."

Chris was stunned, and quickly said: "Vice President Stevil arrived early today, you should be able to find her in the office when you go up now."

"Thanks, brother, when I solve the broken matter at hand, I will invite you to drink!"

"Locomotive" said, the thick leg muscles suddenly tensed and erupted, and the next second exceeded the super speed of ordinary people's visual capture.

Everyone in the hall only saw that the door of the safe passage was rudely broken, and there was a loud "bang" when returning to its position!

There was no longer a "locomotive" in the same place, only blood-colored footprints that extended from the door to the safe passage, and the distance was gradually lengthened.

Security captain Chris calmly wiped the blood splattered on his face, the enthusiasm on his face cooled, and waved a security guard from behind.

"Mr. Paul, you're new here, aren't you?"

The young security guard named Paul was half a head taller than Chris, who was one meter eighty-five, but at this time he obediently lowered his head and listened: "Yes, captain."

Chris, who had a beard, grabbed Paul by the collar, pulled him closer to him, and whispered in his ear in a low, fierce voice.

"Then please contact the cleaning department as quickly as possible and work with them to wipe all the stool footprints that the idiot brother stepped on."

"Now, right away!"

"Uh... Yes, Captain! I think I see! "