One Punch Man King Engine

Saitama's house in the uninhabited area of ​​Z City.

"The latest news reports that there have been frequent rains in recent days, and disasters such as mudslides and landslides are prone to occur. I hope all citizens pay attention."

"Yesterday, the national government officially signed a document and issued it, requiring the local governments of all cities to do a good job in protecting the weirdos, and effectively protect the personal safety and property safety of citizens."

"Because of the frequent occurrence of monster disasters, the people's hearts are fluctuating, and they feel confused and fearful about the future. More and more criminals are taking the lead, and a large number of stalkers, murderers, robbers and other gangsters have emerged. I hope the citizens pay attention. one's own safety."

Saitama watched the news on the TV with his legs crossed, and drank the hot water in the cup in his hand. After a long time, he sighed quietly, "By the way, why do I feel that there is always a gaze staring at me?"

His powerful sense of touch vaguely sensed that someone was watching and following him, but so far, he has not found the shadow of the person following him.

Click!

Suddenly, there seemed to be a gleam of light in the corner of his eyes.

"who?"

He jumped up suddenly, opened the curtains with a slam, the sun was shining outside the window, he looked at the opposite building with a tense face, after a while, his face relaxed, and he smiled: "Ah, speaking of it, today's weather is really nice, Suitable for going out to fight monsters."

At the same time, Genos set up a small tent on the roof opposite Saitama's house. The entrance and exit of the tent were slightly opened, and a high-resolution camera was aimed at the balcony of Saitama's house.

When Saitama opened the curtains and stared at the other side solemnly, Genos's face was also tense, and he was relieved when Saitama turned around, took out a notebook called "Teacher's Diary", opened the latest page, and wrote Down:

"Teacher, watch the news broadcast within half an hour today... you should watch more news, you can increase your experience and knowledge..."

After deciding to worship Saitama as his teacher, Genos did not come to visit immediately, but chose to follow and spy, hoping to learn Saitama's powerful secret without Saitama's knowledge.

"Go to the nearby supermarkets to see if there are special sale leaflets distributed."

Saitama put on the hero costume and went out to the nearest supermarket.

"Shua!"

As soon as Saitama walked away, Genos immediately put away the tent quickly, jumped off the building with a swipe, carefully followed behind Saitama, and silently observed Saitama's every move with his powerful electronic eyes.

"Oh~ this supermarket has a supermarket sale."

When Saitama passed by a supermarket, his eyes lit up, and he stepped forward enthusiastically to receive a leaflet for a supermarket sale, and lowered his head happily thinking about it.

"Affordable supermarket... supermarket special sale...??"

Genos looked at Saitama looking excitedly at the supermarket sale leaflets, his electronic eyes adjusted the focus like a telescope, zoomed in, and saw the product names on the leaflets clearly.

"Hair restorer? Speaking of which, the teacher is indeed bald, and hair is another face of a man. No wonder the teacher is so concerned about hair restorer."

"Hmm, spinach? Does spinach help with hair growth too? It seems that spinach does have a hair growth effect according to word of mouth."

"Huh? They're all products that help grow hair, aren't they the secret to becoming stronger?"

He is slightly disappointed.

"Ah! Stalker!!"

At this moment, a scream suddenly sounded in front, and immediately a young girl ran over in a panic, shouting as she ran, "Everyone help me, I'm being targeted by a stalker."

"stalker?"

Saitama carefully put away the supermarket sale leaflets, and turned to look at the young girl running over in panic.

"Don't run, don't run, Miss Aisha, I like you, I like you..."

A man with a wretched appearance, with a video camera in his hand and a camera hanging around his neck, shouted and followed.

"Hey, stalking... is wrong!"

Saitama stopped the wretched man,

Preach to him solemnly.

The wretched man said anxiously: "Get out of the way, I follow Miss Aisha because I like her."

The young girl screamed: "Don't come here, I told you a long time ago, I don't like you, I already have someone I like, don't pester me anymore, don't follow me anymore, you Pervert."

The wretched man panicked and said, "Little Aisha...uh..."

His words stopped, and the whole person fell limply to the ground in an instant.

Saitama took back the hand knife that had been chopped on the neck of the wretched man, and said slowly: "I have already said that I don't like you, so you should stop following him, your perverted love is really unbearable, sleep well and reflect on yourself !"

"Thank you, sir." The young girl said gratefully.

"It's okay, I'm just doing as I please." Saitama waved his hand, "Goodbye." Seeing that the matter was settled, he strode away immediately.

Genos followed closely.

"Well?"

Saitama seemed to be aware of it, and turned around suddenly, only to see the young girl calling the police, and some people joining in the fun, and there was no suspicious person.

Genos clung tightly behind the wall, not daring to breathe too much.

"I'm thinking too much?" Saitama snapped his nose, "The stalker nowadays is really horrible, stalking others because of twisted love, causing quite a lot of trouble in other people's lives, huh? I...wouldn't it be Are you being followed too?"

He paused, remembering the faintly discernible scorching gaze he felt.

He turned his head sharply again, looked at the familiar street, and the surroundings were still empty, "Oh, we're home."

Before he knew it, he had already returned home.

"It's a good day, I didn't meet any weirdos."

laugh!

As soon as he finished speaking, a motorcycle rushed out of the corner of his eye. The rider was wearing a yellow uniform and a yellow helmet. The speed of the motorcycle was driving to the extreme, and it stopped suddenly after seeing Saitama.

"Mr. Saitama, your package, I am Gourmet Rider No. 03185, please enjoy your lunch slowly."

The gourmet rider finished speaking in one breath, and even subconsciously followed up the slogan of food delivery in the past. He didn't correct it in time, and directly threw the package on Saitama, stepped on the accelerator, and disappeared at the corner of the street with a whimper, far away. Another sentence floated back.

"Mr. Saitama, the next customer is ordering spicy tofu, I want to deliver it quickly."

"pack?"

Saitama held the package and went upstairs. After returning home, he unpacked the package. The gift box was full of gifts from the king, such as cabbage and spinach.

"Gourmet rider, package..."

Downstairs, Genos scribbled a picture in his notebook: a gourmet rider throws a package at Saitama!

Immediately, Saitama was seen going upstairs, and he quickly jumped onto the building opposite Saitama's house, quickly opened the tent, hid it inside, set up a high-resolution camera, and adjusted the focus to the balcony and window of Saitama's house .

"Hey, there is a note in this book."

Saitama picked up a magazine with a bikini girl on the cover, and there was a postcard showing his head in the magazine. He opened the magazine suspiciously to check the contents of the postcard.

"Bald? Handsome guy with hair? It's that bastard again!"

He gritted his teeth and flushed with anger, "Damn bastard, don't let me find you, or I will tell you that although I am bald, I have also become stronger!"

After cursing, he felt much more comfortable. He breathed a sigh of relief, refreshed, and immediately threw the magazine into the corner indifferently.

Genos stared intently at the high-resolution camera and all of Saitama's actions, "Huh? An adult magazine? The teacher's face is flushed? The expression is suddenly relaxed and refreshed..."

He was silent for a while, as if he was considering his words, and quickly wrote down in his notebook: "Relax properly, besides, teacher... 7.2 seconds."