A wonderful adventure that begins with One Punch Man

Climbing a deserted hillside, the oncoming wind is noticeably stronger than in the city.

Looking down at the city hidden at the end of the forest, Joson raised his hand and drew a purple card from the void.

"Fury Heart", equipment complete!

......

"Huh?"

In the mountain dojo, a silver-haired little old man who was tasting tea moved his ears slightly, and the moment he put down the teacup, the seemingly tall figure had disappeared in place, and then appeared on the top of the mountain, holding a pergola and looking into the distance.

At the end of the sky, the blue sky rolled up lead-colored dark clouds at an unknown time, the wind whimpered, the lightning and thunder, and the violent thunder pillars hit a small mountain, and the sky and the earth were dark, a scene of doom.

The spirited little old man held his chin and thoughtfully: "What a strong thunderstorm, it feels strange..."

City of Z.

A black-haired young man panting and jogging stopped and wiped his sweat, then attracted by the vision in the sky and looked up.

"Strange, is it going to rain again in this damn weather? Then the remaining five kilometers run back ... Ha...... Ha..."

he said, and he turned and gasped for air as he ran towards the city with difficulty.

......

Under thunderclouds.

The moment he equipped the character card, Joson only felt that the charges in his whole body were rioting.

As his eyes were dyed silvery white by the furious thunder energy, endless bursts of electricity completely submerged his tall figure.

Endless lightning then erupted.

......

Two more days passed.

When the new week came, Joson appeared in the police station early in the morning, handed in the report of last week's weirdo attack, chatted with a few colleagues at the same time, and then rode the little sheep and began the day's work.

No one saw it, and from time to time a small arc of electricity burst out from the ends of his hair, jumping into the air and disappearing.

Due to the recent frequent weird disasters, the police resources of Z City are gradually tightened, and this year's new recruit Joson has also obtained the authorization to patrol alone.

Leaving the police station, he nibbled on a pineapple bag he bought on the road in his mouth, and there was a cup of hot milk wrapped in Nian Li floating on the faucet, and the working atmosphere was very relaxed.

Due to functional conflicts, insufficient top-level combat strength, etc., the role of the police was gradually replaced by the hero association, and finally became a tool for washing the ground and finishing up.

Josson didn't have the ideal to change this status quo, but instead had the idea of finding a part-time job.

Anyway, if there are weirdos who have to deal with it, wouldn't it be more fragrant to get two salaries?

The role of the police department's disaster reporting system is still not small, and within the system, Johnson can be the first to know the movements of weirdos in his jurisdiction.

As long as the police are fast enough, you will hardly encounter monsters....

Poof—

just thinking about it, Jossen, who saw a scene on the side of the road, spewed out a mouthful of milk directly.

I saw that not far ahead, a black-haired young man in a blue and white tracksuit was staggering forward, sweat rolling down his cheeks like money, his heaving chest cavity was like a broken bellows, and his mouth was breathing violently like air leakage.

Jossen's mind automatically lost the young man's thick black hair, and in the next second, his figure and a bald head with dead fish eyes gradually coincided.

It's just that Saitama didn't run away.

Say rob the monster, the robber comes.

Joson sighed, feeling inexplicably more crisis.

According to this trend, my own police job is not necessarily so stable.

Hello, hello, hello....

Saitama, who once again completed the long-distance running training with difficulty, supported his thighs, looked like he was about to gasp out his lungs, and gasped for air.

People believe that he will die suddenly in the next second.

Parking the baby sheep on the side of the path outside the park, Johnson threw the finished breakfast bag into the trash.

At this time, step by step, Saitama, who barely rubbed into the park, was wearing a pain mask for squat training under the strong onlookers of a group of playing little fart children.

No, that's not training, that's torture.

Not surprisingly, 100 squats end, followed by 100 push-ups and 100 sit-ups.

For Saitama, whose eyes were already bloodshot, such an amount of exercise was simply an impossible task.

Johnson paid attention silently for a moment, and then a message came from the car walkie-talkie, and three blocks away, a bag robber was on the run.

Glancing at the map, Nian Li launched.

The azure spiritual flame wrapped the whole body, and the body suddenly broke away from gravity and quickly rose into the sky.

As a superpower, it should be a reasonable thing to fly, right?

Taking advantage of flying, Joson looks down on the surrounding neighborhood from a high position, and after the spider's induction is enhanced, his vision quickly locks on to the bag thief who thinks he is a good hit, and is hiding in an alley to check the loot.

Discover the target, and the rest is simple.

With a dive, Johnson accelerated to the ground, and the condensed mental power formed a substantial gravitational force field, and smashed down.

Heroes are here!

"Ahhhh

Johnson then landed, handcuffed the hapless thief behind his back, and sent him to the nearby Koban, the security post.

In less than two minutes, the police dispatch was over.

On the other side, a small roadside park.

“97......"

“...... 98！ "

......

Saitama was doing push-ups one by one in a posture that he was about to vomit blood.

The speed is very moving.

Lie down and hold that kind in half a minute.

“...... 100！

"Phew, hoo, huh—"

Rao was so, he still completed all the training volume to the letter.

Silently, Joson lights the wax ahead of time for the weirdos who have not yet appeared.

R.I.P.

Run! Silly kids!

"Mr. Officer, is there something wrong?"

After finishing the training, Saitama, who was close to collapse, suddenly saw a tall young police officer walking towards him, and couldn't help but ask.

"Give, please drink soda."

"Huh?"

Saitama subconsciously took it, and before he could react, there was already an extra bottle of cold orange soda in his hand.

Goo.

Saitama's body desperately needed water to signal hunger and thirst, and although Saitama didn't figure out why, his natural nerves helped him accept the kindness of strangers.

"Thanks, big help!"

"You're welcome."

Seeing that Saitama had begun to ton, Qiao Sen himself unscrewed a bottle: "Just passing by, seeing your hard training, very good willpower."

Saitama suddenly looked at the orange soda that was still half in his hand, it was his favorite taste.

I couldn't help but thank you from the bottom of my heart again: "Thank you, Mr. Officer!" "

You're welcome," Joson patted Saitama's shoulder and held up the bottle in encouragement, "Keep going." "

I will."

Watching Josen turn to leave, Saitama drank the rest of the drink: "This police officer is a good man." "