A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

The two male servants, their faces splattered with mosaic, stepped aside in terror. Before they could even utter a cry of alarm, they were frozen into two stone statues by a field of azure psychic energy.

"Gift crab!"

Stunned, Butcher instinctively followed Johnson over the "Rubber Man's" limp corpse on the ground, when he suddenly realized...

If she wanted to completely overthrow him, this mysterious and powerful man in front of her might be her only hope.

"Hey boss, wait a minute! Who are you looking for? Maybe I can help you!"

Johnson glanced back at Butcher, who had a fawning smile on his face.

But he made no secret of his loathing for superhumans and his desire to use Johnson against Homelander.

“You’re a complete scoundrel, Butcher, and I’m starting to admire you.”

Faced with Johnson's sarcasm, Butcher not only didn't mind, but smiled humbly and said, "Thanks, boss, it's my pleasure to serve you."

"...It was crazy. When I crashed into her body, I was running so fast that I accidentally swallowed one of her molars, like hitting and killing a bug on the highway."

"Oh, God!"

"Dude, you're disgusting."

"Hahahaha!!" ×2

Chapter 120 You can't escape, I said it.

Butcher picked up his signature move from his FBI days and kicked the door open!

Inside the private room, the two men's unrestrained laughter abruptly stopped.

Upon seeing the two strangers who had suddenly barged in, "Locomotive" was not immediately angry. Instead, he stood up in a friendly manner and said, "Hey guys, if you're looking for a restroom, you've come to the wrong place."

"But since we've already met, I can give you two autographed copies for free!"

He raised an eyebrow, eagerly anticipating the familiar look of surprise on the other person's face.

Unfortunately, the superstar's "face power" completely failed this time.

"Thank you, but Dad doesn't need it."

Faced with the "locomotive's" goodwill, Butcher squinted at him like a lone wolf, a signature roguish grin on his face.

He fawned over him like a true lackey, making way for him.

"Boss, this is the one."

"Hey, what's going on?"

Seeing Johnson behind Butcher, "Locomotive" realized something was wrong. He picked up his goggles from the sofa, put them on, and his face darkened: "Are you deliberately trying to cause trouble?"

"Good boy/girl, congratulations on getting it right! But Daddy doesn't have a reward for you!"

With Butcher as his lackey, Johnson suddenly realized that he didn't need to speak at all.

If you let him try to communicate amicably, he'll automatically generate a lot of hatred.

"Then you can die!"

boom--

"Locomotive" muttered something, and before he knew it, the floor beneath his feet shattered with a crash.

Butcher had completely disappeared from the sight of this ordinary person.

Even without enough distance to accelerate, he was still confident enough to break through the blockade of the two men in front of him.

From now on, whether it's interrogation or torture, it's up to him to decide...

boom! !

"hiss……"

The "locomotive" that crashed into Butcher hung on the invisible wall like a mural.

Butcher stared in astonishment at the invisible force field rippling with dazzling colors before him, raised an eyebrow, and grinned in a particularly smug way: "Cool, this is really awesome!"

The "locomotive" that crashed head-on into the force field barrier felt dizzy. Normally, it could smash a car into a piece of scrap metal if it was in front of it, let alone an ordinary person.

However unbelievable it may seem, he has now become the very insect he speaks of.

"This is impossible!"

"Locomotive" shook its head, snapping out of its daze, and warily moved away from Qiao Sen and the other man.

Having withstood a near-sonic impact head-on, an ordinary person would have been reduced to a pile of minced meat long ago, but he recovered in just a few seconds, demonstrating the incredible strength of his physical body.

Although he was physically strong but simple-minded, his simple mind reminded him that he had to break through the predicament as soon as possible.

So how exactly do we break through this barrier?

Of course, it's my best speed!

That's right, the problem lies in the speed!

"I need to go faster..."

The moment this idea arose, "Locomotive" had already begun its operation.

A blue phantom flickered in the cramped private room, like a coil in a magnetic track, accelerating to a speed that was imperceptible to the naked eye in the blink of an eye.

"Hey, buddy! I'm still here..."

puff--

"Locomotive's" good brother, wearing a black cape and only leather briefs and triangular goggles, was about to finish speaking when he exploded into a splattered mosaic.

Blood, bones, shattered organs and tissues, and that triangular eyepiece that was filled with fumes.

They were all pasted on the wall the moment the "locomotive" passed by, forming an abstract oil painting.

"A generous gift of crabs..."

Butcher frowned and covered his eyes, unable to bear the sight, yet he could fit three galaxies between his fingers.

"He must be in a lot of pain."

Even the "locomotive" itself paused for half a second, spitting out a back tooth belonging to its own Bro, feeling as uncomfortable as if it had eaten shit.

He was disgusted to have two people killed in the same way in one day.

"Sorry, brother, but I can't stop..."

To survive, he had no choice but to keep running.

Only by running faster can you break through that man's superpower blockade.

This was the only solution his impoverished mind could come up with.

Unfortunately, he was just a "locomotive," not a "Flash."

Without the Speed ​​Force and the damage to his body from long-term use of V-Force, even after taking drugs, his maximum speed is only slightly above the speed of sound.

Azu achieved this feat when he was seven years old.

"My all-powerful boss, what should we do now?" Butcher could no longer see the "locomotive" in the compartment, only hear the roar of the turbines like an airplane taking off. He helplessly spread his hands. "Should we wait for this idiot to work himself to death, or wait for him to crash into us and kill himself?"

In his view, no matter how powerful Johnson was, he shouldn't be able to handle a fully running "locomotive".

After all, there are specialties in the art industry.

"No need."

As Johnson spoke, his gaze locked onto the blue figure that was still trying to accelerate. Spider Time was activated, and his arm formed afterimages as it passed through the force field, reaching out to grab.

The air crackled with an astonishing sound, and a figure with both feet off the ground appeared out of thin air in his hand as if by magic.

“Ho ho ho…”

The "locomotive," whose throat was precisely locked, let out painful cries, its legs, which could not reach the ground, kicked wildly, and its hands weakly grabbed Johnson's arm.

With his body covered in blood, he looked like someone whose neck had been bled out.

"Oh, boss, I mean, these are Thai pants too!"

“Shut up, I’ve done my job, you can leave now, Mr. Butcher.”

"and many more……"

A blinding azure light flashed, and Butcher raised his hand to shield his eyes from the glare, instinctively closing them.

When he opened his eyes again, Johnson and the "locomotive" he had grabbed had all disappeared. Only the television was still flickering in the compartment, and the floor was a mess covered with mosaics.

"Damn it, that heartless brat, he actually left Dad here all alone."

Butcher straightened his collar, cursing, and walked out of the private room with a fierce expression.

He quickly glanced around and strode towards the monitoring room.

I can't be so arrogant by myself. I have to destroy the evidence and run away before the security guards arrive.

An abandoned dock warehouse on the banks of the Hudson River.

boom!

A blurry shadow crashed down from the sky, creating a cracked impact crater in the empty concrete ground.