A wonderful adventure that begins with One Punch Man

Chapter 115

"The company will take care of all this, you just need to cooperate with the reporter to make a public apology, it's all formulaic, you know."

Faced with Madeleine's solution, "Locomotive" was a little hesitant: "I understand, ma'am, but will this hurt my approval rating?"

He expressed his opinion without worry: "You know, Shockwave has been chasing me a lot lately, and I don't want to affect the work of the Super Seven because of this.

Sure enough, there was no mention of an apology or compensation for the deceased.

When you hit that poor woman to death, why don't you think for two more seconds with your pig brain that functions like a pair of black asses?

Madeleine rubbed her brows, helping her somewhat uncontrollable emotions to effectively ease.

Then he smiled and said with relief: "... No, as long as your apology is sincere enough, the public will forgive a superhero who is busy saving the world!

"I'll attend the press conference with you then, rest assured, everything will pass."

"Locomotive" finally nodded with relief, and an innocent smile appeared on his dark face: "I know what to do, thank you, ma'am!" "

Sending away that damn black superhero, Madeleine let out a long breath.

If it weren't for the fact that he was one of the few important commodities with great commercial value in the group, she would have killed this fool who only knew how to break into trouble but had no brains to finish.

As executive vice president, she spends half of her day cleaning up the aftermath of her superheroes.

And the stronger the guy who caused trouble, the higher his popularity, and the more troublesome the subsequent trouble.

Fortunately, she can hold her position precisely because she is capable enough to handle these special "businesses".

Jingle bells -

At this time, the landline on the desk rang.

Madeleine glanced at it, it was her secretary and assistant Ashley who called over with a special line, and immediately picked up: "Hey, Ashley, what's the matter?" You'd better tell the good news! "

“...... I'm sorry, ma'am, but I have bad news for you.

"Not long ago, the "Motherlandman" rushed out of the building, and the falling glass directly smashed a ... Uh, I mean, an unfortunate citizen! He is a taxi driver, and now the first floor of the building is full of people, what should we do?

Madeleine: "..."

She scratched her hair hard, pulling the stress of the succession of bad news out of her mind.

"There is a question, is there a camera that captures that it was done by the "motherland"?"

Hearing Madeleine's inquiry, Ashley's voice paused, as if 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 found no footage of the "motherlanders" in action."

"Okay, then there will be no problem."

Madeleine let out a long sigh of relief and fell back on the chair: "Ashley, leave this matter to you at your disposal." Listen-

" "You just have to remember this, the death of that has nothing to do with our great "Motherland", OK?"

"Understood, I know what to do!"

"Cool, you know what, Ashley, what I like most about you is this, let it go, this month I will tell the finance and give you an extra 10,000 knives bonus."

"Oh, my boss, you're so wise! Rest assured, I'll take care of it!

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

"Uh... Received, right away! Whew

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taking care of the matter at hand, Madeleine sighed in relief and got up to take out a vacant bottle from the refrigerator in the office, ready to solve some of the problems caused by overdeveloped breasts.

Dangdang.

A glass knock sounded, she looked back in surprise, and suddenly saw the "motherlander" floating outside the floor-to-ceiling window.

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

This is the mother-like smile that is the easiest to calm down the "motherland" after countless experiments.

Adjusting her mood, Madeleine tilted her head playfully and signaled Azu outside the building to come in.

Only then did she discover that the perfect god created by the Walt Group did not seem to be so good-looking.

......

"The glass that killed that poor bug fell from the Walt Group building, right?"

"No, there are so many nearby buildings, it may not be possible to be blown down from a distance by high air currents, right?"

"Oh my God! What happened, did any terrorists storm the Tower of Seven to seek revenge on the superhero? "

On the ground, the scene of the accident was surrounded by crowds, the flashes of mobile phones and cameras were constantly on, and people were talking about it according to their own brain holes.

Just look at the lively matter, the Americans who like to die can definitely be ranked first.

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

An extremely fast figure in high school from far and near is the "motherlandman" who also returned home.

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

Azu did not notice that the superhuman who had just fought with him was in the crowd below.

Except for Josson, no one knew of the arrival of the "Motherlandmen".

The focus is not on heaven, but on the unfortunate victim.

Soon, Joson also learned from the discussion of the surrounding crowd about the tragedy that had just occurred at the foot of the Seven-Man Tower.

Moving his fingers, he found that his hands were a little itchy again.

It seems that the punches that beat Azu before are still light, and they should meet directly Euler next time.

At this moment, a breathless scolding came from not far away, causing a lot of commotion.

Jossen's gaze also looked over.

"Fart terrorists!"

A strong white man with strong hair and a black robe smacked the ground and sneered: "I can guarantee that it was definitely done by those super-powered bastards themselves." To

his left, a thin white boy with glasses looked over with a determined gaze.

"Hey, I don't allow you to insult the group of seven like that! They are superheroes who have saved the world countless times!

"Oh, honey."

When the black-robed man heard this, he turned around, put his arm around the boy's shoulders, and grinned angrily, revealing a hideous smile that was enough to stop the child from crying.

"It's your business to like star chasing, but if you continue to stick to your point of view, be careful that I twist your head off and stuff it into your skin swallow, understand?"