A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"Damn it, can't you even look around when you're walking, my dear Mr. 'Locomotive'?"

“It’s my fault, ma’am, but what’s done is done.”

So it's only natural that I should come out and clean up your mess, right?

Madeline Steviell cursed inwardly, but her still-charming old face habitually revealed the encouraging smile she gave to Azu.

Chapter 115 The Daily Life of the Water Group

"The company will handle all of this. You just need to cooperate with the reporters and issue a public apology. It's all just formulaic platitudes, you know what I mean."

Faced with Madeline's solution, "Locomotive" hesitated: "I understand, ma'am, but won't this damage my approval rating?"

He expressed his concerns, saying, "You know, 'Illuminator' has been really close to me lately, and I don't want this to affect the work of the Super Seven."

Sure enough, not a single word was mentioned about an apology or compensation for the deceased.

When you hit and killed that poor woman, why didn't you use your pig brain, which functions like a black butt, to think for a couple more seconds?

Madeline rubbed her temples, effectively calming her turbulent emotions.

He then smiled and reassured her, "...No, as long as your apology is sincere enough, the public will forgive a superhero who is busy saving the world!"

"I'll attend the press conference with you then. Don't worry, everything will be alright."

The "locomotive" finally nodded repeatedly with a sigh of relief, a genuine smile appearing on his dark face: "I know what to do, thank you, ma'am!"

After seeing that damn black superhero off, Madeline breathed a sigh of relief.

If he weren't one of the few valuable commodities in the group, she would have already given this idiot a good dressing down. He only knows how to cause trouble and has no brains to clean up the mess.

As the executive vice president, she spends half of her time each day cleaning up the mess left by the superheroes under her management.

Furthermore, the stronger and more popular the troublemaker is, the more complicated the subsequent mess will become.

Fortunately, she was able to maintain her position precisely because she had the ability to handle these special "businesses" well.

Jingle Bell--

Just then, the landline on the desk rang.

Madeline glanced at the caller ID; it was her secretary and assistant, Ashley, calling via private line. She immediately answered, "Hey, Ashley, what's up? You'd better have some good news!"

"...I'm sorry, ma'am, I have some bad news to report."

"Just a short while ago, 'Homelander' rushed out of the building, and falling glass killed a black man... uh, I mean, an unfortunate citizen! He was a taxi driver. Now the first floor of the building is packed with people. What should we do?"

Madeline: "..."

She frantically scratched her head, trying to pull the stress from the barrage of bad news out of her mind.

"I have a question: Is there any CCTV footage showing Homelander doing it?"

Upon hearing Madeline's question, Ashley paused for a moment, as if confirming something with the person beside her.

She quickly replied, "The technical department has searched all surrounding surveillance footage and all mobile phones in the same area at the same time, and found no evidence of Homelander's actions."

"Okay, then there's no problem."

Madeline let out a long sigh of relief and leaned back in her chair. "Ashley, this is your job. Listen—"

"Just remember this: that black guy's death has absolutely nothing to do with our great 'Homelanders,' okay?"

"Understood, I know what to do!"

“Cool, you know what, Ashley, that’s what I love most about you. Just go for it. I’ll talk to the finance department this month and give you an extra $10,000 bonus.”

"Oh, my boss, you're so brilliant! Don't worry, I'll handle it!"

"Wait a minute, while you're at it, get someone to clean up my office. The smell that idiot left behind is absolutely disgusting!"

"Uh... Received, coming right away!"

call--

After finishing her work, Madeline breathed a sigh of relief, got up, took an empty baby bottle from the office refrigerator, and prepared to address some of the problems caused by her overdeveloped mammary glands.

Dang Dang Dang.

A knocking sound rang out, and she turned around in surprise, immediately seeing "Homelander" floating outside the French windows.

In an instant, a flattering and gentle smile skillfully appeared on Madeline's face.

This is the motherly smile that most easily calms Homelander, as determined after countless experiments.

After calming herself down, Madeline tilted her head playfully, gesturing for Azu outside the building to come in.

It was only then that she realized that the perfect god created by the Water Group didn't seem to be looking so good.

……

"The glass that smashed that poor bastard to death, it must have fallen from the Water Group building, right?"

"No way, there are so many buildings nearby. It's possible that it could have been blown down from a distance by high-altitude air currents."

"Oh my god! What on earth happened? Did terrorists storm the Tower of Seven to seek revenge on the superheroes?"

On the ground, the accident scene was surrounded by a crowd, with flashes from cell phones and cameras going off incessantly as people speculated and discussed their own ideas.

When it comes to watching a spectacle, Americans, who love to court death, definitely rank at the top.

Johnson, who had just said goodbye to Azu, also came here, but this time, he wore the "God of War baseball cap" he had bought in M ​​City.

A figure moved swiftly from afar in the high school classroom; it was Homelander, who was also returning home.

He circled silently around the Seven Towers a few times, then paused for a moment before landing inside.

Azu didn't realize that the superhuman he had just fought with was among the crowd below.

Apart from Johnson, no one else knew about Homelander's arrival.

People's attention was not on the heavens, but on the unfortunate victim.

Soon, Johnson also learned from the discussions of the people around him about the tragedy that had just occurred at the foot of the Tower of Seven.

As he moved his fingers, he found himself getting a little itchy.

It seems those punches I gave Azu before weren't enough; next time we meet, I should unleash a full-on Ora.

Just then, a loud and forceful shout came from not far away, causing quite a commotion.

Johnson's gaze also turned in that direction.

"What a fucking terrorist!"

A muscular, hairy white man in a black robe spat on the ground and sneered, "I guarantee it was those superpowered bastards who did it."

To his left, a thin, bespectacled white boy looked at him with a determined gaze.

"Hey, I won't allow you to insult the Seven like that! They are superheroes who have saved the world countless times!"

"Oh, darling."

Upon hearing this, the man in black robes turned around, grabbed the boy's shoulder, and grinned with a roguish air, revealing a sinister smile that could stop a child from crying.

"It's your business if you like following celebrities, but if you continue to stick to your views, be careful I'll twist your head off and stuff it into your swallow's shell, understand?"

Chapter 116 Butcher's Performance

Gudong!

The white boy nodded with difficulty, only to be shoved aside by the man in the black robe as if he were trash.

He dared not linger any longer and quickly squeezed through the crowd to get away from this fierce-looking, anti-British madman.

This man's name is Billy Butcher, nicknamed Green Hat Man, no, Butcher.

It is exactly the literal meaning of his surname.

Butcher hates superhumans and his lifelong wish is to destroy Vought and the Seven.

To be more precise, it's about killing "Homelanders".

As for the reason, you can tell by looking at his bandit nickname.

Ever since he learned that his wife Becca had spent more than three hours in a room with Homelander before she disappeared, he has been obsessed with killing that superhuman bastard.

Unfortunately, this task is hellish in difficulty.

To deal with those damned superhumans, he accepted the CIA's invitation to join former Director Mallory's special operations team and participate in the formation of the Boys, a special unit dedicated to combating superhumans.

Along the way, Butcher has slaughtered more than one superhuman bastard, but compared to Homelander, those guys are just a bunch of worthless scum.

Even now, he is still doing everything he can to avenge himself.

After spitting out the white boy who had been brainwashed by superhero movies, Butcher spat rudely.

This action confirmed to those around that the black-robed, bearded man was indeed a complete thug, and they immediately moved in the opposite direction from him.

To avoid being accidentally injured by his next spit.

"Hey, excuse me, I'm talking to you, make way for Dad... Yes, that's right, good boy."

With gentlemanly movements, Butcher parted the crowd, clearing a path with a polite smile, always succeeding as he walked towards the innermost group of Black people and taxi drivers.