From Onepunch-Man Begins Magical Adventure

Knock knock.

"Who is it?"

came a knock on the door, and Butcher, who had been surfing the Internet all night high, came to the door with bloodshot red eyes.

Due to the occupational illness experienced by the former agent, Butcher did not open the door immediately.

He stood warily outside the firing range of the gate, thinking back to where the nearest weapon had been placed.

Damn, the after-effects of staying up all night

, where did my gun come from?

!" "Open the door, room service!" a

standard incorrect answer sounded outside the door, and the corner of Butcher's eyes twitched, and his mouth muttered softly.

"Which bunny, don't let me catch you..."

His eyes swept around, and he finally bent down as if remembering something, and felt a pistol wrapped in tape from under the shoe cabinet.

The sound of "click" sounded, the bullet in the magazine was loaded, and Bucherton burst with confidence.

At this time, there is a female cannon superhuman standing outside, and he can also shoot his eyeballs or skin swallows before he uses his superpowers.

"Put you fart, dad this is an apartment, not a hotel... Wait?"

his mouth smelled halfway, and he suddenly felt that the voice outside the door was somewhat familiar, it seemed...

"Boss?"

he snapped open the door, and outside stood a tall macho man dressed in black and wearing a peaked hat.

Butcher was stunned: "Who are you?"

Josson took off the God of War cap, squeezed away Butcher, who was stunned in place with a pistol, and walked into the room.

Behind him, Cub F reaches for the dropped cap and activates the ability to card it into the deck.

"Boss, it's really you? I didn't recognize it at all..." "

Hallucinated?

No

, it wasn't that I didn't pass the night before, why did I have so much stamina this time?"

Butcher shook his head, thinking that he had hallucinated by staying up late in the past few days.

Seeing that Qiao Sen had entered the house, he quickly closed the door and followed.

"Why didn't you continue to scold, it makes me a little disappointed in you.

Josson glanced at Butcher, with a hint of contempt in his cold eyes.

"I still like the way you started out.

"Hey..."

Butcher was not annoyed in the slightest, grinning like a ruffian: "It's just a habitual mouth odor, boss, you have a lot of adults, you won't think about me." "

His old churros naturally leaves no room for questioning Josson, using a stated tone.

But in the next second, he suddenly remembered what had happened in the past two days, and his face showed an excited look: "Who will be next? I mean, if you plan to do "Motherland", can you take me one?"

"This is not necessarily," a hint of irritation flashed in Butcher's eyes, "Although the 'motherlanders' claim to be invulnerable, as long as they are people, there will always be weaknesses! You say, if you stuff a grenade into his skin swallow, can you blow up his damn big intestine directly after he pulls it out?"

"Ma mess with Fak, you bastard, can you be a little more disgusting!" Johnson

couldn't help but raise his forehead, suddenly feeling that it was not a wrong decision to come to this old rascal.

Butcher shrugged, his rough old face written with indifference, indicating that he was just a rough man.

"No way, I'm just an ordinary person, and I can only rely on some inferior means to deal with the "motherland".

Jossen decisively presented him with a middle finger.

"Unfortunately, the weaknesses you just mentioned do exist, but with your strength, the eyeballs of the motherland can break your fingers.

"That's not necessarily... But boss, what do you mean by that?"

muttered Butcher, his heart moving inexplicably, but he found that Jossen didn't mean to continue at all.

- Hey, I'm on a horse....

- Oh, the boss can read minds, that's no problem.

Josson: "..." Past

Butcher, the old rogue, Jossen walked a few steps to his desk in his daily office.

The unclosed computer screen was full of web pages with unfavorable remarks about the Walt Group, and it was clear that this person in front of him was also a heavyweight.

Even after the heat of "deep sea" and "locomotive" goes down, they are still surfing the Internet with high intensity, seizing every opportunity to pour dirty water on them.

Of course, like other hacked businesses, the dirty water is often poured out by the Walt Group itself.

"What about the information you collected last time you made contact?"

Butcher stepped forward, pulling out a stack of printed A4 sheets of paper from the mess of desks, each page containing details of a Walt community hero.

"Don't you worry about my affairs, the basic information of the active Walt heroes has all been lost on this.

After the death of "Locomotive", Josson did not abandon Butcher, a useful ground snake.

In this world, everything that is done against the "Motherlanders" or the Walt Group, even if Teddy on the side of the road wants to face Azu's thighs in the air, he dares to go up and help untie his pants.

A green hat villain who only thinks about revenge regardless of remuneration and cost, there is no better helper.

Butcher couldn't guess Josson's thoughts, and could only express himself in terms of work ability, and then added: "As for the hero "Liberty Woman" you said of the previous generation, I haven't found relevant information so far.

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

"Liberty Girl" in Butcher's mouth is a Walt hero from the last world, and appeared in the second season of the series under the normal world line trajectory.

The hero's name "Storm Front", people are more accustomed to calling her Storm Girl, is an extremely violent, racist, remnant and other Buff stacked villain boss, once surpassed Azu to become the "audience's most hated superhero character list" chief.

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

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

"If you were given the strength and speed of a locomotive, would you be able to take out this group of superhumans?"

"Of course, if I had that bitch's superpowers, no one would be able to stop me!"

Bucher answered without hesitation, his voice full of confidence and then stunned.

"But boss, you're kidding me, right?" "

According to the information I found, the probability of adults using compound 5 is extremely high, even babies have a certain fatality rate... Are you trying to kill me?"

Butcher said the guess in his heart, his eyes flickered wildly, and he subconsciously clenched the guy in his hand.

A desperate outlaw posture if you do it.