A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Chris was ordered to lead the security team to the rooftop, but they crashed into an invisible wall in the last stairwell and fell flat on their faces.

Johnson ignored the commotion inside the building and looked at Butcher, who was standing on the edge of the rooftop, panting heavily.

"Boss, you still look so healthy."

Butcher gave Johnson a forced, unpleasant smile and complimented him, his gaze then locking onto the large white-bellied man lying at Johnson's feet.

"This is... Homelander?"

Johnson followed his gaze and looked down. The man at his feet was lying face down on the ground, wearing only a pair of blue shorts with floral trim. His once handsome blond hair was burned into jagged, unruly pieces of straw. If you didn't look closely, you wouldn't recognize him as "Homelander," the man who had captivated countless fans with his smile.

"You can call him John, but he really is 'Homelander'."

Johnson used his toes to turn the unconscious Azu over. Even though he looked completely different now, Butcher's eyes instantly turned red.

"It's him! It's him!"

"Even if you turn to ashes, Dad will still recognize this ugly, disgusting face!!"

Butcher's fists were clenched so tightly they cracked, and he looked as if he couldn't wait to rush forward and tear his long-cherished enemy to pieces, grind his bones to dust.

"Wait... he's not dead, is he?"

Meeting Butcher's questioning gaze, Johnson really wanted to step forward and slap that bastard twice.

But it's not his fault. Given Ah Zu's miserable state, it's hard to believe he's still alive.

"Maybe if you give him a loving CPR, he'll come back to life."

Leaving the old rogue with a middle finger, Johnson walked towards the edge of the rooftop.

He patted Butcher on the shoulder as he passed by.

"I'm leaving this to you. If you still haven't got it sorted by the time I come back up, I'll take matters into my own hands. Is that alright?"

"Don't worry, boss."

Butcher's bearded face broke into a benevolent smile.

"Before you get up here, I promise I'll shove the shit out of his head!"

Chapter 147 It’s all here

A vivid image immediately comes to mind.

"...Alright then, have fun."

Johnson decided to ignore the smelly man and stepped forward, past Butcher, until he reached the edge of the rooftop.

Behind him, the butcher, who had passed him, shattered the ground with a single step, and his blurry figure appeared in front of the still unconscious Azu.

Johnson looked away, finding it hard to imagine what would happen between the two men next.

Given Butcher's personality, any form of retaliation would be justified.

However, his ideas might not all be feasible given his "locomotive" level of power.

who cares!

Let God bless the "Homelanders"!

After offering a prayer to the best of his ability, Johnson took a leap of faith, letting gravity pull his body into freefall towards the ground.

The cloak behind him fluttered and rustled in the opposite direction of his fall. As he passed a certain floor, his descent abruptly stopped, as if Newton himself had been killed.

In the office by the window, several researchers in white lab coats felt the sky darken for a moment, and then a black figure ignored the hard floor-to-ceiling glass and flew straight in!

With a "crack," the glass that Johnson touched shattered into honeycomb-shaped, blunt-angled particles that floated in the air as he passed through.

It has to be said that once a person enters an invincible state, it can be really enjoyable to do things like "Homelander" without any restraint.

But if you're not careful, you can lose yourself in the face of omnipotent power.

This is why invincibility often turns into a debuff in JoJo.

Johnson's approach was much more low-key and environmentally friendly. The group of white coats working there were shocked to see him walk in from outside the building. The glass shards floating behind him were pulled back to their original positions by an invisible force, and were instantly reassembled, looking as clean as new.

"Grandfather... 'Homelander'? No, you are not him!"

"Then...how did you get in!"

"This is not a place for superhumans! Get out of here!"

"If you don't get out of here soon, I'm calling security!"

A tall man in a white coat, whose clothes couldn't hide his large belly, saw that Johnson shouldn't be there. He angrily pushed up his glasses and spat at him like an enraged cobra.

Judging from the employee badge on his chest, he should be a mid-level manager at the supervisor level.

He's probably used to bullying others because of his position and status, so when he gets fierce at the intruder, he's incredibly aggressive, like a large French Bulldog in heat.

Johnson didn't even glance at this clueless idiot.

He activated his X-ray vision to take a look at the layout of the floor, then stepped forward.

This floor is the secret laboratory of the Wotech Group, a process inaccessible by elevator, and the source of most of the production and research and development of "Compound No. 5".

Countless superhumans have been born from here, no wonder this supervisor wasn't afraid of him at all, but instead looked down on him with a sense of superiority.

Are superhumans subjected to racial discrimination?

Very good, that's very American!

As they walked, Qiao Sen used his force field to block out the not-so-clean droplets and didn't care about the other party's rudeness.

The next second, "MindNet" violently invaded the middle-aged manager's brain and quickly found the information he wanted.

With a thud, the supervisor collapsed to the ground.

The previous generation's research leader, Dr. Vogelbaum, had long since retired. Even though he was recalled by President Edgar, he had his own laboratory and did not work at headquarters.

Qiao Sen didn't intend to kidnap a scientist; he just planned to pack up some samples and research data and take them with him.

It's still the deep influence of the Chinese soul from my previous life.

Come here.

The group of doctors in white coats watched inexplicably as their supervisor was taken down, and they all fell silent. Some tried to press the emergency button or contact the building security, but found that the signal was blocked by some unknown force and could not be transmitted at all.

They could only watch helplessly as this superhuman in black armor moved his gaze around, touring this top-secret laboratory.

Pushing open the door to the finished product storage room, a blast of cold air hits you.

A row of refrigerated cabinets against the wall displayed a large number of blue medicine bottles, which were the finished products of "Compound No. 5".

These gadgets will be secretly sent to children's hospitals around the world to help families who have signed confidentiality agreements with the Vought Group to artificially create superhumans.

Although there is a certain mortality rate, given the distorted values ​​of this world, there are plenty of parents willing to take this gamble.

Qiao Sen picked up the experimental logbook that was casually placed on the table, while F-zai walked out of his body and reached out towards the freezer on the wall.

The Stand ability was activated, and the powered-on freezer, along with its plug, emitted a white light. The card that had been floating in F-chan's palm disappeared.

[Fantasy Card: Compound Warehouse No. 5]

Card Type: Item Card

Rarity: SR

[Introduction: The Boys universe, where the Vought Corporation develops a special drug that can transform ordinary people into superhumans.]

【Effect 1: Superhuman Creation】

[Using this on ordinary people has a chance of creating superhuman abilities with random side effects, and carries a high mortality rate. Its effect is more stable on infants and young children than on adults.]

[Effect 2: Superpower Enhancement]

[Used by superhumans, this enhances their existing superpowers and has a certain degree of addictiveness.]

By searching the mind of the R&D director, all the secrets of the entire laboratory were laid bare.

Johnson found his office and turned on his computer.

The accessed database contained complete R&D records, as well as a large number of failure cases.

As for those who succeed, they are naturally the glamorous superheroes, each of whom can fetch a good price.

This was yet another irrefutable piece of evidence of the Water Group's illegal activities. Johnson found a USB drive, copied the data, and prepared to hand it over to the vengeful dog on the rooftop.

Next, they went straight to the laboratory's dedicated server room and turned the server racks that housed the storage servers into cards.

Such thieving behavior made no attempt to conceal it from the white-coated scientists filling the entire floor. The group of scientists watched in disbelief as this superhuman in black packed up research data worth billions and took it all away, leaving the Vought Group with not a single drop of soup.

But no one dared to step forward and act as the company's hero; the last one to do so was still lying on the floor, not yet awake.

"I'm done, gentlemen."

Qiao Sen pointed and waved to the people in white coats.

"I wish you a happy life."

Bathed in azure light, Johnson returned to the rooftop of the Seven Towers.

A muffled rumble came from the ground; it was the security team from the Water Group, still relentlessly attacking the building.

On the rooftop, Butcher tore off the hem of his robe and wrapped it tightly around Homelander's neck. He placed his feet on the alloy pillar and used all his strength to push backward.