A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"Thank you."

"Have a nice day at work!"

With Chris's enthusiastic help as the mole, Johnson quickly arrived at the floor where the Criminal Analysis Department was located.

The access cards of the seven-person team were not authorized to be used in this place, firstly because they were not needed, and secondly because this place did indeed store some confidential information known only to some employees and senior management.

Miso miso miso!

As Johnson walked, the lights above turned on one by one, and the locked glass doors opened in unison.

At the entrance, an employee who sensed a sudden change in the brightness of the surrounding light source instinctively turned around to look, only to be met with a pair of scarlet eyes.

As the black magatama spun, he paused for a moment, then turned around, sat down, and opened the study materials on his D drive, entering a focused state of study.

At the same time, the building's monitoring server started flickering as if a power outage had occurred.

Starting with the surveillance footage of Chris providing attentive service, subsequent video files were deleted frame by frame, and the corresponding storage units were burned into bad sectors by the rampaging magnetic field.

The same thing that happened before the "Deep Sea" incident happened again: the servers that the WOT Group had paid a lot of money to maintain failed again.

Apart from a few employees on night duty, no one knew what exactly happened that night.

Chapter 135 Figures in the Clouds

New York, Brooklyn.

The sky was relatively clear before nightfall, but before midnight, a dark cloud appeared out of nowhere and obscured the moonlight.

The process of cloud accumulation was accompanied by intermittent lightning and thunder; in no time, the lightning and thunder became more and more frequent.

Anyone with a bit of life experience knows that a torrential downpour can happen at any time.

Few people saw a human figure faintly appear in the clouds as the winding bolts of lightning flashed.

As dawn broke, a torrential downpour began.

The entire Brooklyn area slept in the midst of this exhilarating storm, with even the motorcyclists who had stayed up the latest cursing and yelling as they headed home, complaining about how disappointing it was.

The extreme foul language echoed through the neighborhood, even the roar of the engine couldn't drown it out.

Strangely, Manhattan, just across the water, was hardly affected by the torrential rain.

It was as if some mysterious force was intervening, controlling the celestial phenomena above people's heads in a clear and distinct manner.

A slender figure wearing a hoodie emerged from the still-operating subway station; it was a young woman with an Asian face.

The rain was pouring down, and she, who had just finished get off work, had no choice but to run to her dormitory in the slum in this terrible weather.

Fortunately, it's less than two blocks from the subway station, so in this kind of weather, you don't have to worry about being targeted by thugs on the street corner when walking at night.

The only bad thing is that I got soaked after just a couple of steps, and I might catch a cold tomorrow.

The girl was suddenly startled, her fright stemming from the figure standing motionless in the middle of the road under the streetlight.

The figure did not appear to be very tall, and was also wearing a hood.

The torrential rain made the long shadow under the streetlight sway and shake, making it look like a hunter patiently hunting its prey on the grassland.

The girl wiped her face, barely opened her eyes, and had a feeling that the other person was waiting for her.

She instinctively tried to go around it, but bright, pale purple lights flickered in her blurry vision.

what is that?

Before the girl could react, the hooded man raised his hand, and a burst of purple lightning shot towards her.

"what!!"

Shila-

As the girl screamed, ripples of energy spread through the air in front of her, then vanished into nothingness.

"Sorry, did I disturb you?"

The hooded man turned sharply toward the source of the sound, and a tall figure holding an umbrella emerged from the darkness.

It was precisely because he noticed the unusual weather that Qiao Sen, who was passing by next door, made a special trip.

A deep blue psychic energy swept over the girl's body. She was initially frightened, but the psychic energy hypnotized her, and she slumped down.

She was then enveloped in a layer of azure light, which not only protected her from the rain but also carried her to the eaves of a roadside house.

"who are you?"

The hooded man asked in a deep voice, and it was clear that the voice belonged to a woman.

As she asked the question, purple sparks ignited in her hands again, as if she didn't care about Johnson's answer.

Instead of asking who I am, why don't you tell me about yourself?

Johnson paid it no mind, watching the crackling sound between the hooded man's hands, followed by two blinding bolts of purple lightning piercing the rain—

It wrapped around him, making a sizzling sound.

Hooded Man: ?

Why is this person alright?

“Oh, I forgot to mention,” Johnson said, opening his left hand, which wasn’t holding the umbrella. The purple lightning that was dancing on his body gathered and was devoured in the blink of an eye. “I also know a little about energy control, especially electromagnetic manipulation.”

The hooded man remained silent, then purple sparks erupted from his feet, propelling him into the sky.

I don't know if they want to leave or gain air superiority.

Euler—

A pure purple fist slammed down from mid-air, slamming the hooded man, who had been flying less than ten meters, back to the ground.

boom--

The ground, submerged by the floodwaters, cracked from the impact, and the hoodie the hooded man used to cover his face was blown off, revealing the slightly disheveled face of a short-haired Caucasian woman.

"You're in such a hurry to leave before you've even finished speaking, isn't that incredibly rude?"

As Johnson approached with his umbrella, F-zai floated back and disappeared into his body.

The woman's voice turned angry: "You madman, why are you getting in my way?"

"Is it preventing you from venting your violence, or is it preventing you from being racist?"

"A 'free woman'?"

The woman, who was struggling to her feet, paused for a moment, not expecting to be recognized.

Her hero name was very famous in the last century, and she was also one of the superheroes promoted by the Vought International.

But the "Free Woman" had already retired decades ago.

Having watched the series, Johnson knew that, if you really traced back to the source, this seemingly young short-haired woman was actually a remnant of the Nazis born in 1919. She gained superpowers through the first compound experiment and has lived to this day.

Just by looking at the character's background, he's a villain who deserves to be dragged out and shot for five minutes.

As he spoke, Johnson approached step by step.

"Get out of my way, you yellow-skinned..."

The white woman suddenly burst forth with superhuman speed and leaped forward, seemingly realizing that her superpowers were ineffective, and turned to physical attacks to end the battle.

however……

Euler—

The familiar battle cry interrupted Storm's foul language, her cheeks suddenly caved in, and she was sent flying backwards again as if she had been hit by a dump truck!

The woman, who was blasted away, slammed her back against the brick wall, causing cracks, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

However, the disfigured cheek was rapidly healing at a visible speed as the muscles moved and the misaligned bones returned to their original positions.

Between the two, F-zai withdrew his fist, having enjoyed those two punches after a long absence from the ring.

"In the 70s, Vought International launched you as a superhero, but you failed to cover it up and were exposed for racism and the killing of black people."

"In the time that followed, you disappeared, but similar records still show that you still couldn't control your Nassimistic thoughts and would occasionally vent your anger by using the names of ethnic minorities."

"I've reviewed the Water Group's alternative plans, and one of them suggested you rebrand as 'Stormfront' and make a comeback. However, I'm sorry, I've rejected that."

As viewers of the show know, this is a new character who appears in the second season of The Boys. Not long after his debut, he sheds his heroic facade, revealing his ugly inner self as racist, extremely violent, ruthless, and fond of torture.

Johnson found Storm's retirement home in the Vought Corporation's archives and was about to go there when he discovered that she had used her superpowers to change the weather, clearly preparing to do something that night.

So he followed.

"Of course, who has ever seen a dead person become a hero?"

He delivered his final verdict with a gaze that seemed to be scrutinizing a corpse.

click-

Storm Girl forcefully pried it back into place, seemingly without feeling any pain.

Chapter 136 Storm Girl

As she moved her fully healed facial muscles, Storm Girl revealed a haughty smirk.