A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

After passing the old rogue Butcher, Johnson walked a few steps to his usual office desk.

The computer screen, which was not turned off, was filled with web pages containing negative comments about the Wotter Group. Clearly, the person in front of him was also a heavyweight online troll.

Even after the hype surrounding "Deep Sea" and "Locomotive" died down, they continued to spend a lot of time online, seizing every opportunity to smear them.

Of course, like other companies that have been smeared, the smear campaign is often carried out by the Water Group itself.

"What happened to the information I asked you to collect during our last contact?"

Butcher stepped forward and pulled a stack of printed A4 papers from the messy table. Each page contained detailed information about a community hero under the Waters organization.

"Don't you trust me to handle things? All the basic information of the current Vought heroes is on this."

After "Locomotive" died, Johnson did not abandon Butcher, a useful local strongman.

In this world, if anyone goes against Homelander or the Vought Organization, even if it's just a random teddy bear on the street trying to have sex with the air, he'll step in and help unzip his pants.

For a cuckolded villain who disregards reward and cost and is solely focused on revenge, there is no better accomplice.

Unable to fathom Johnson's thoughts, Butcher could only demonstrate her competence at work, adding, "As for the previous generation's hero, 'Free Woman,' I haven't found any relevant information yet."

"However, I can go to the FBI. I have a good relationship with one of the deputy directors, and maybe I can get some relevant information from them."

The "Free Woman" that Butcher mentions is a Vought hero from the previous world, who appears in the second season of the series in the normal timeline.

Her hero name is "Stormfront," but she is more commonly known as Stormgirl. She is a villainous boss with a full stack of buffs, including extreme violence, racism, and remnants of the Nash Clan. She once surpassed Azu to become the number one on the "most hated superhero character list."

"No need, I'll check that woman's information in the Water Group's database."

Johnson glanced at the thick stack of hero information, then suddenly looked at Butcher.

"If you were given the power and speed of a locomotive, could you take down this group of superhumans?"

"Of course, if I had that bitch's superpowers, no one could stop me!"

Butcher answered without hesitation, his voice full of confidence, before pausing for a moment.

"But boss, you're joking with me, right?"

"According to the information I found, the probability of adults dying suddenly from using 'Compound No. 5' is extremely high, and even infants have a certain mortality rate... Are you trying to kill me?"

As Butcher spoke his suspicions, his eyes darted around frantically, and he instinctively gripped the weapon in his hand tighter.

He had the air of a desperate fugitive, ready to fight to the death if you made a move.

Chapter 134 Super Butcher

Butcher's actions were so blatant that Johnson couldn't help but chuckle.

That bastard is just too real!

One second they're all smiles and calling you boss.

The next second, I'd love to turn around and pull out my weapon to blow your skin off.

This is Billy Butcher, the butcher.

"Without further ado."

Johnson raised his hand, and a purple fantasy card was constructed from bottom to top amidst continuously stacking particle effects, floating in his hand and slowly rotating.

As a Muggle, Butcher couldn't see anything, but he vaguely felt that his boss seemed to be holding something in his empty hands.

Don't ask, it's just superpowers!

“I’ll lend you my power, and you do my bidding.” Looking at the wary Butcher, Johnson said casually, “The choice is yours, but I can guarantee that I’ll give you control of ‘Homelander’ after this.”

Having come into this world, Ah Zu is destined to be eliminated.

As for who gets the kills, Johnson really doesn't care.

As a kind Stand user, he only collects the soul debris of evil heroes; the state of their corpses is none of his concern.

Butcher: ! !

The deep-seated hatred in his heart was awakened by Qiao Sen's words. The man known as the Butcher clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

He coldly fixed his scrutinizing gaze on Johnson's still outstretched right hand, which indeed contained nothing.

But his intuition told him that Johnson had no reason to lie to him.

Perhaps there really is a power in that hand that can transform him.

"……make a deal!"

"However, this job is too demanding, and I need more help."

"This is your problem, you figure it out yourself."

As Johnson spoke, F-zai stepped out of his body, casually took the SR card that was spinning in the air, and punched it into Butcher's chest with a "boom".

Violent single push!

Butcher: "..."

The bearded butcher's thick body lifted off the ground, and he flew into the air, feeling a sharp pain in his chest.

After pausing for about a second, he clutched his chest and staggered to the ground, an indescribable force radiating from his chest to his limbs.

The already strong leg muscles swelled up to the point that they almost burst out of the pants. When they returned to their original state, every muscle fiber had been transformed into a completely new structure.

It was as if it contained boundless power, enough to support him running all the way from New York on the East Coast to Los Angeles on the West Coast.

boom--

A strong gust of wind swept through the room, sending documents and papers flying and scattering across the floor.

In the blink of an eye, Butcher's body blurred for a moment, and when he reappeared, he had actually run around the room hundreds of times.

"Wodefa!!"

He looked down at his powerful hands, his voice filled with surprise: "Is this that bitch's superpower?"

"Bin dog!"

Johnson praised without any politeness: "Congratulations, now you are that bitch."

Butcher: "..."

"...Thanks, boss."

Although I feel like you're insulting me, and I have evidence, I still have to thank you.

I'm so angry!

"Is it just my imagination? I feel so hungry right now."

He touched his stomach in confusion, feeling as if the food he had eaten earlier had been completely consumed with each breath.

An indescribable hunger stimulated his taste buds, and he subconsciously swallowed hard. He felt that even if he were locked in a toilet that had just been used, he could still eat a hot meal right now!

"A locomotive needs to consume 3,000 calories per hour to maintain its peak performance."

Johnson acted as the narrator, explaining to Butcher the reason for his hunger.

"So that's not an illusion, you really should go eat something."

"Three thousand calories per hour, how many hamburgers and sodas would that take..."

Butcher's eyes twitched as he listened, and he couldn't help but swallow hard. Suddenly, he realized that superpowers weren't so appealing after all.

“Here you go, this card has a million in it,” Johnson said, taking a black and gold bank card from his pocket and tossing it out like a playing card. “Whether you use it for food, drinks, or entertainment, or as working capital, it’s up to you. I only care about the outcome. Is that alright?”

Butcher's figure flickered, and when he reappeared, the bank card that hadn't flown in his direction at all was already in his hand.

"Of course, no problem, boss!"

Having suddenly gained superpowers and the power of money, his eyes were filled with confidence and murderous intent.

"Just wait and see the good show!"

……

That night.

As Johnson, dressed in black, entered the Seven Towers, the security guards on duty saluted him.

"Mr. 'The Flash,' which floor are you going to?"

Chris, the security captain on duty, escorted Johnson all the way to the elevator, his expression undisguisedly obsequious.

In his view, those who successfully make it into the seven-person team will inevitably become very wealthy. If he were to be hired as a private security guard by someone he values ​​after retirement, that would be a good way out.

While superhumans themselves don't need protection, their estates, assets, and pet celebrity children always require guards.

Chris is a visionary security captain. Given the opportunity to get close to these future billionaires, he naturally tries to curry favor with as many as possible.

Johnson glanced at him: "I want to check past hero records and activity information. Which department should I go to?"

Chris immediately replied, "The Criminal Analysis Department; they have practically a complete set of historical files."

"Their floor is on the 40th floor. Let me help you press the button... OK, that's all!"

As he spoke, a warm smile appeared on his face, and he had already pressed the button for the 40th floor elevator.

Johnson glanced at him and pulled down the brim of his hat.