One Punch of Justice

A group of people looked affirmative.

On the contrary, Saitama was a little inexplicable, waved his hand again and again: "Ah...I am not..."

"It's not wrong, it must be you, boss!"

Paula continued to add evidence without authorization, and said in a seemingly prescriptive way: "First of all, Miss was alone with her boss all Sunday, and you showed up with her tonight. This is the most powerful evidence!"

"So..."

Mr. 4 next to him seemed to have suddenly figured it out: "Mr. Saitama is not like a new agent at all. Instead, Miss takes care of you all Sunday and puts you first! Except for the boss, no one should let her Treated with that attitude, right?"

Saitama continued to deny with false eyes: "I am not, I don't..."

At this time, Mr.1 Daz suddenly said: "It is also very strong, worthy of 0 strength."

Saitama scratched his head troubledly: "I have said that I am not..."

Feng Kelei laughed and patted the table while raising his hand and shouted: "And it was natural to give us instructions just now... It was disbanded, don't ~ kidding, boss!"

...

"Well, I am the boss."

After Saitama explained the uselessness in every possible way, he finally gave up on himself and said with false eyes: "Then you will listen to my next instructions?"

A group of agents nodded without a doubt: "Of course, boss!"

"The Baroque Studio is disbanded."

Saitama stood up and turned around and said, "So... try to be a good person in the future, everyone." After all, regardless of the fact that the agents behind him had fried the pan, Saitama strode out of the rainy banquet and looked up at the moon on the street.

What a bunch of weird people...

This is the first time I saw someone rushing to recognize someone as the boss...

...

Under the same night sky

The real boss of the Baroque studio, Krokdal, was lying in the desert very far away from the rainy banquet, convulsing constantly.

The bald guy...

Far beyond my imagination!

With such a powerful navy, why is it just a major general?

"Ahem..."

Coughing up a mouthful of blood, Klockdal smiled weakly and miserably: "It's... ugly... I would fail so miserably..."

"Since you have chosen to become a pirate, no matter who you kill, you should actually have no regrets."

Moonlight is falling.

A cold voice suddenly rang from the deadly desert.

"On the sea, life and death are up to you."

A shadow came from a distance, covering the moonlight in front of Klockdal's eyes: "I remember that the pirates are probably the ones who like to say this to show their desperado status, right... One—Krokdal?"

"who!?"

Krokdal's face was sullen, and his heart secretly said something bad.

He had just been seriously injured by the big bald devil, and this guy who appeared suddenly was obviously unkind.

Must find a way to kill him unexpectedly...

"Hmm... don't waste your time, Krokdal..."

The man seemed to have seen Klockdal's mind, and sneered: "Even if you are not injured, you are not my opponent, and now you are just a dying person, do you still have unrealistic illusions?"

Through the moonlight, Klockdal finally saw the man's face clearly.

He wears a weird mask, suit and leather shoes.

If it is someone else, you will definitely not be able to recognize them, because they are the strong ones who hide in the dark and have no reputation on the sea-the strongest shield CP0 of the Dragon People!

But Klockdal was received by the world government, he knew the details of these guys!

"Asshole..."

Krokdal's breathing began to become heavy: "It turns out to be...the running dog of the Sky Dragon people...because I attacked Alabastan, so the Sky Dragon talent sent you to kill me!?"

"Hehe, it's not that naive reason, Sand Crocodile."

The man squatted down and wiped the blood stains on Krokdal's face. The pale mask looked like an ecstatic demon: "Although in theory, the king of this country can indeed be regarded as a dragon, but he refused to move into the Holy Land. 'Wild species' is not within our protection..."

"I have a few questions for you, Sand Crocodile."

The man tilted his head: "You have been entrenched in Alabastan for a long time... You don't look like a guy who keeps himself safe... It just so happens that we also got some news recently, tell me..."

"You are looking for ancient weapons-'Pluto', right?"

The secret plan that had always been hidden in the heart was revealed, and Klockdal's shock at this time can be imagined.

This is a plan that only I and Robin knew about!

Why did these bastards of CP0 smell the wind?

Robin's hometown and all her relatives were destroyed by the world government, she would never tell these bastards!

"Looking at your expression, I should have guessed it..."

The face under the man's mask smiled visibly, and then asked a question that made Krokdal inexplicable: "The navy called'Saitama' that originally stationed in Rogue Town, he has already come to this country... Are you seriously injured by him?"

Krokdal gritted his teeth and said, "Why do you ask this...Are the Denonians also interested in the battle between the navy and the pirates!?"

"Who cares about such boring things."

The man shrugged, and the mask was full of indifference: "I was only ordered to take the head of the'Saitama' item. Before the assassination, I was lucky to meet you, Krokdal..."

what!?

The lackeys of the world government... actually want to assassinate the navy?

Are they not in the same group?

whispering sound……

I thought that only pirates would kill each other!

This group of people is more vicious than the pirates.

Klockdal secretly murmured about the filthyness and nastyness of the political struggle, with an unhappy gloomy face: "Of course you are happy if you want to die."

"Of course I know he is strong..."

The man stood up, and somehow pulled out a cane from there and pressed it on Klockdal's head: "Otherwise, he would not be qualified to be called the secret treasure of justice, nor would he be qualified to bother me personally to kill him..."

Krokdal was horrified to feel the breath of death spreading, struggling to get up and resist.

But he was hurt too badly, he just moved slightly, and his whole body was painful like a tear.

"Don't struggle, Krokdal."

The man raised his mouth and slightly raised the top of his cane: "Seeing your tragic situation, I probably understand that his strength is indeed not to be underestimated. You have to prepare some'arms'..."

"By the way, let me tell you good news at the end."

Under the moonlight, the cold light in the man’s eyes flickered: "It’s not the trapped trash in the Holy Land who sent me here... I was ordered by Lord Five to assassinate the secret treasure of justice and spy on the sand of ancient weapons crocodile……"

"Klockdale!"

The voice fell to the ground, and the cane had already smashed Klockdal's head.

The blood was flowing like a puff, no more sound.