One Punch of Justice

Gululu...

Mr. 3, who almost drowned, was salvaged by the navy and put on handcuffs.

At the same time, Mr.3's partner, Miss. Golden Week, was also caught on the warship.

The little girl was still sleeping in a daze, and somehow she opened her eyes and found that she had fallen into the sea. After choking on the salty seawater, she was finally rescued on board by the navy.

The paint was all melted away by the sea water, and Miss. Golden Week is no different from an ordinary ten-year-old girl now.

As a capable person, Mr. 3 has long lost all his fighting power, lying on the deck of the Saitama warship like a whale, spitting water.

"It really is them."

Robin glanced at them, and then turned his attention to Saitama: "Although I already know that you are strong, but now it seems that this surprise seems a little bigger... You are a bit too strong, Mr. Major General."

Saitama didn't even look back, squatting in front of the two of them and looked carefully: "It's because I'm too strong that I feel troubled..."

"oh?"

Robin asked curiously: "You are so powerful, is there anything else that can bother you?"

"Yes, I have……"

Saitama said casually: "No matter how strong you are, there is nothing great... There are things you can't do anyway."

Robin raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

Saitama was silent for a while, and turned back with an unnatural expression: "... such as hair."

Robin was startled for a moment, then smiled: "Heh...you have a great sense of humor, Mr. Major General."

"No, actually I'm boring..."

Saitama waved his hand, squatted in front of Miss. Golden Week, glanced at the drawing board on her waist, and asked tentatively, "Are you...the Miss. Golden Week who can use colors to affect other people's emotions?"

Miss. Golden Week blinked: "It's me."

Dashiqi next to him whispered in Saitama's ear: "Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to yours..."

indeed.

The little girl also remained expressionless.

Looks pretty slack.

"Because I don't like the job."

Miss. Golden Week answered Da Siqi's question expressionlessly: "I just want to be a painter, but I can't resign from this job, so I can't laugh, I just hope that I can rest and eat senbei after finishing work early. "

"It's not easy for a child in this world to work at such a young age..."

Saitama clasped his hands in front of his chest with some emotion, and then turned to Miss. Golden Week: "So, can you try to use other colors to affect my feelings? Are there any colors that can make people more passionate or hardworking?"

Miss. Golden Week shook the messy palette: "The blood orange can make people motivated, but all my paints were washed away by the sea, so I have to go to the next town to buy new paints."

"Huh? Just paint you can buy anywhere?"

Da Siqi next to him exclaimed, "You can use ordinary paint to affect other people's feelings. Sure enough, there are many incredible things in this world."

"This is my innate ability..."

Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked left and right: "So...excuse me, have you caught a sea otter and a vulture?"

Robin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Unfortunate combination? Did they come together?"

"Well, they are here to help us."

Miss. Golden Week nodded: "If we don't catch them, then the news of our failure will soon be sent back to the boss, next time maybe Mr.1 and Mr.2 will come to assassinate you, they are very powerful , please be careful."

"Ah...it's endless..."

Da Siqi had a headache and said: "If so many people come, there will be no room and Hailoushi handcuffs on the warship to detain them...Although I have explained the situation to the headquarters, the support troops may not arrive until a few days later. Alabasta."

Mr.3, who was lying on the deck pretending to be dead, quietly opened his eyes.

These guys...

How confident are you?

Regardless of how strong the assassin is, he is ready to arrange a cell for him.

But yes...

That bald head was unbelievably strong.

Even the boss might not be his opponent...

...

"Mr.3, are you awake already?"

Suddenly, Robin's vermilion lips parted slightly: "Devil fruit ability users will not lower a person's physique, even if they are drowning, they will not be unconscious for so long."

Hearing this, the eyes of the navy present turned to Mr.3.

Seeing that he couldn't keep his clothes on, Mr.3 had no choice but to sit up from the deck.

"Miss. All Sunday..."

Mr. 3 pushed his glasses with both hands, and asked in a deep voice: "I originally thought you were an internal response arranged by the boss, but now it seems that I made a mistake... Can you tell me? Why are you on a navy ship? "

Robin took a sip of coffee, leaned back on the chair, and said leisurely, "If you want to say why, of course it's because I was caught."

"Who are you lying to!?"

Mr.3 lifted up the handcuffs on his wrist in anger, and said angrily, "I'm also a prisoner, so the treatment is too bad!?" But then he lost his strength because of Hailoushi, and collapsed again On the ground: "Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

Now that he is awake, he no longer needs to be rescued.

Da Siqi said to the surrounding navy: "Lock him up."

The marines received the order and immediately grabbed Mr. 3 and took him to the cell.

Seeing Mr.3 being taken away, Miss. Golden Week also stood up and stretched out a pair of small hands.

Da Siqi was taken aback for a moment, but did not respond: "...you?"

Miss. Golden Zhou showed no trace of fear on her face, and said as a matter of course: "I am also an accomplice. Although I did not directly commit a crime, I did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me too."

"this……"

Da Siqi couldn't bear it: "But you are still a child..."

Miss. Golden Week shook her head: "Crime is crime, and being young is not a reason to avoid legal sanctions."

Dashiqi couldn't handle it anymore, and turned to Saitama beside him for help.

Of course Saitama could understand the longing and request in her eyes.

ah……

There is really no way.

Those who are obviously not good at words, still have to stand up for themselves.

"you're right……"

Saitama looked at Miss. Golden Week seriously: "Crime is crime, and age, personality, experience, etc. cannot be used as a reason to hurt others... Then, let me ask you, do you do all criminal activities out of your own will? ?”

Miss. Golden Week shook her head: "No."

"Then, this is the punishment..."

Saitama nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly flicked Miss. Golden Week's forehead with his index finger, and then said with a smile: "Do what you want to do, if I see you in a criminal organization next time, I may There will be no mercy."

Miss. Golden Week was stunned for a moment, and then, for the first time, a smile appeared on her small face.

"thanks, I will!"