Marvel: I’m One Punch Man

“This one is returned to you.”

Saitama held the bullet in his hand and threw it at the beard, and the speed of the bullet instantly exceeded the speed of sound, and it was directly headshot.

The militant, bearded, still in a shooting position, fell straight down.

His head is half less,

White matter sprayed/splashed out.

Saitama sees the bodies of the poor innocent civilians around him, as well as the panicked children, and he must save them.

These brutal militants have no sympathy at all.

However, this shocking scene also frightened them, and a militant directly picked up a child, “Don’t move, we will kill him if you move.” ”

Other militants also put their guns at other civilians, threatening, “If you have the ability to move, Lao Tzu will collapse these miscellaneous heads.” ”

They are already crazy.

After seeing the tragic end of that beard, his eyes were blood-red and trembling, but it was impossible to stop after killing his red eyes.

The scene was chaotic.

“Can’t you really lay down your arms and surrender?”

Saitama finally shook off the dust on his body, and he looked at the terrified militants, one of whom shouted hysterically,

“I said don’t move.”

His hands trembled, and the woman he was holding hostage held her baby with fear on her face, a baby not long after birth.

The baby in his arms did not know that he was facing the moment of life and death, and was looking at the world with black and clear eyes.

The militant even grabbed the baby’s arm in a frenzy, and he was already full of fear of Saitama.

“Drop all weapons, crouch on the ground, immediately.”

“Weapons?”

Saitama wondered, he didn’t have weapons at all, those weapons were superfluous for him, what could not be solved with one punch.

If there is, two punches.

“Do you mean that?”

Saitama weighed the bullets in his hand, and the speed of those bullets was too slow, and Saitama even played a mini-game when he was strafed.

Grab bullets with bare hands.

Well, the harvest is quite a lot.

“Drop it, put it down quickly

The militant shouted.

“Oh.”

Saitama threw it casually, and the bullets literally blew off the heads of the militants, while the women looked at the babies in horror and reached for grabbing them.

Sou

An afterimage galloped out.

“Is he hungry?” As soon as the woman’s hand was stretched out, the expression on her face seemed to have frozen, and Saitama’s figure had reached her eyes and caught it

It’s all in the blink of an eye.

The other armed forces scattered throughout the town saw the situation on this side, and they lost their armor when they saw such a terrifying scene.

“Ah—that man is the devil! Why can’t the guy fight to death! ”

“Run!”

“Oh, why are there such terrible humans!”

The militants who looted the town, the brutal people, now also experienced what terror is, and they fled in fear.

Companion?

Go to Nima’s.

These people only care about their own lives, which is originally a group of outlaws.

The people who survived the disaster hugged each other, and they looked at Saitama, but none of them dared to say a word, as if they saw a god descending from the sky.

The woman knelt down, and she worshiped reverently.

The little boy also looked at Saitama with longing eyes, he had never seen such a powerful person, and the shock in his heart could be imagined.

[Dear boss, your main quest to destroy Stan and the militants, and also world peace has been completed by 10%. 】

“Who is Stan?”

Saitama was a little troubled, he looked at the busy yellow sand around him, there was no way to go here, let alone find this Stan.

“That’s right.”

Saitama suddenly looked at the fleeing militants.

……

One by one, the militants discarded their guns and all their equipment, just to run for their lives, and one of them, a strong man with a fleshy face, huffed and said to the short man next to him, “Lying groove, I have never seen such a monster, it is really terrible.” ”

“He killed everyone in one fell swoop, God.”

“No, I need to rest for a while, we’ve run far enough.”

“May God bless us.”

This group of bloodthirsty/bloodthirsty militants suddenly believed in God, and wondered, will the merciful God really protect these executioners?

“Oh, I’m really going to die of exhaustion too.”

The little man was just about to lie down on the sand and take a break, when he saw a shiny brine egghead, and he was so frightened that he jumped and ran away.

Saitama ran beside him, “Hey, do you know that one named Stan?” There he is? By the way, and what else Dr. Ethan. ”

“O devil.”

The dwarf continued to run away with his life.

The strong man with a fleshy face ran faster than him, and Saitama looked at the little man who had already peed his pants, “It won’t be a fool.” ”

His figure moved, and he increased his speed again.

The strong man with a fleshy face was still secretly rejoicing, as long as he ran faster than that little man, there was still a chance to escape.

But

“Ah-”

A strong man who was close to two meters tall was so frightened that he screamed, he had clearly thrown off a distance, how did he catch up.

“I just wanted to ask, where is that Dr. Ethan?” And that… What is it called. ”

In the blink of an eye, Saitama forgot Stan’s name.

“I… I can’t run. ”

The strong man fell to the ground, panting and huffing like a broken bellows. This is a first-class strong man among the militants, and a guy who kills without blinking.

“I just wanted to ask Ethan.”

“Don’t kill me.”

The strong man was so frightened that snot and tears flowed out.

“I’ll take you, I know that…” (King Zhao)

At a militant base, Tony led a team of his men and military observers to test his latest development in a deserted place, when he was attacked by terrorists.

Dr. Insen, who was also a hostage, used a car electromagnet to suck shrapnel in his body, saving Tony Stark’s life.

Of course, the terrorists who revived him demanded that Tony Stark create an even more powerful weapon for them.

With the help of Insen, he began to manufacture steel suits in a dark underground base using crude equipment and raw materials provided by terrorists.

“Wow. It’s not like a Jericho missile. ”

Dr. Corson, who was on the side, quipped Lu.

“Because it’s a small arc generator, I have a high-power one in my factory, which should prevent shrapnel from getting close to my heart.”

Stark’s face was covered with stubble, and at the moment he was like a black worker digging coal in a coal kiln.

“How much energy does he have?” _

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