One Punch of Justice

With a "creak", the door of the ward was opened.

Da Siqi looked up at the door and saw a strange figure standing there!

"Is it Ms. Dusky?"

The man took the initiative to speak, even his voice was very strange.

Although Da Siqi was a little strange in her heart, this is the navy headquarters, so she didn't think too much, just nodded and said: "It's me, you are...?"

"My name is Albert, I'm just an unknown person, don't care..."

Albert raised his head, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes inadvertently: "It's your words, then it's easy to handle..." Before the words fell, Albert suddenly rushed in without warning, and his right index finger suddenly moved towards Dass. Qi poked over her head: "Take it to death! Point the gun!!!"

A murderous blow!

There are six common signs. Needless to say, you can guess the identity of this person!

Albert.

It was the CP0 agent who used to be the bodyguard of Saint Charles Roth, and was ordered by Xaluliya Palace to kill Dasqi and make a living specimen!

He still didn't know that Charulia Palace was dead.And even the Tianlong people have almost died out.

In order to complete the task, he tried his best to come to the navy headquarters.

Now that the mission goal is finally found, the opportunity is indispensable!

As a CP0 master, Albert is obviously much better than Dasqi.

And because in the navy headquarters, Da Siqi was negligent, and even placed his weapons next to him, so there was no time to draw a knife to defend himself!

With mental arithmetic and unintentional, the strength is stronger!

Da Siqi is almost bound to die!

Seeing the moment when the finger gun was about to pierce Da Siqi's forehead!

at this time!

Suddenly two figures sprang out from nowhere, and directly cut off the arm that Albert attacked Dasqi!

The offensive was defeated in an instant!

Albert endured the severe pain and hurriedly withdrew from the subsequent onslaught of the two!

so close……

If you didn't withdraw in time, your head would be cut off!

Cold sweat ran down his forehead.

Alporte looked at the two guys in front of Dasqi with lingering fears, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Bastard...Who are you? How dare you stop me!?"

"We are HP's agents-breaking blades, breaking soldiers!"

The two regained their positions and looked at Albert with expressionless expressions: "By the order of the commander-in-chief of the three armies, protect the secret treasure of justice and all related people around him! Anyone who intends to assassinate will be killed without mercy!"

"What inexplicable organization..."

Albert screamed, and then made a strange movement with his right hand, his pupils gradually spread out, and said to the two people: "You don't know... Actually I am also a member of your organization, now the commander-in-chief Changed my mind..."

Before the words were finished, two cold lights flashed suddenly!

Albert barely avoided the first one, but the second one directly cut him in two!

"Albert, the accomplices of fruitful power..."

The two of them retracted their swords and scabbed them, looked back at the deadly Albert on the ground with cold eyes, and slowly said: "You can hypnotize others and make them mistakenly believe that you and them are in the same group, so as to get into each other's internal decapitation action. One of the fruits suitable for assassination...Unfortunately, the information of all of you, we already know from the captured "students"... I'm sorry, we can't win."

It's a pity that Albert can't hear it anymore.

It's useless to hear it.

Even the highest officer of CP0 also kneeled. He wanted to report the scholar's anti-shui, and he didn't know who to call.

Things in the real world come to an end for the time being.

So now...

...

Dream world

When you open your eyes, it is dawn.

In the empty room, twelve-year-old Saitama woke up from bed.

My mind was blurred, as if I had forgotten many things.

I also feel that something is wrong in this world, but when I think about it carefully, I don't think there is anything wrong.

Pack the bedding.

One person washes, one eats, one picks up a schoolbag and stands in front of the mirror.

In the mirror is a young man with lush eyes and thick hair.

For some reason, the twelve-year-old Saitama suddenly felt a little ecstatic in his heart.

She smiled and walked out of the hallway.

Many students in school uniforms walked forward on the spacious street.

The sun shines on the face, everything is so familiar.

This is the admission season for twelve years old.

Saitama is still just an ordinary middle school student.

He did not lose his hair, nor did he gain the absolute power that transcends everything that exists or does not exist.

With the students in school, Saitama came to the school.

He is a freshman in this class.

I don't know what kind of classmates I will meet.

After the entrance ceremony, Saitama and his classmates were taken to the classroom together.

Next is the same self-introduction.

The daughter of a capitalist, the son of a politician, the daughter of a university professor...

Their introductions were all gorgeous, and the family environment and living standards they described made the rest of the class amazed, and they were careful to flatter them.

Only Saitama was dozing soberly.

Thinking about how these young master ladies were assigned to the same school as their own poor spirits...

"Saitama-san!"

The teacher finally read Saitama's name.

So Saitama stood up, walked onto the podium, thought for a few seconds, and then said: "My name is Saitama, my feature is poverty, and my hobby is... supermarket sale, dream of the future... I hope you don't buy expired milk, so be it... …"

As soon as the words were finished, the students below immediately quarreled.

"What kind of self-introduction is that? It's disgusting!"

"Obviously I am a middle school student, how can I say it is like a 25-year-old man with nothing?

"Be serious, and at least introduce yourself for a full minute! You kid thinks this kind of statement will be cool, will it be liked by girls?"

"Why are you assigned to a class with this kind of guy?"

...

Looking at the attitudes of the students below and listening to all kinds of ridicule, Saitama blinked a little incomprehensibly.

Why do they laugh at me?

My poverty...

Did it trouble them?

With such confusion, Saitama finished the morning class.

Immediately afterwards, while eating in the cafeteria at noon, Saitama, who had just prepared the food, was suddenly splashed with a box of milk from behind.

Looking back.

The one who poured milk was the girl who introduced her father as a capitalist this morning.

"Ah, I'm so sorry~"

With an insincere apology in her mouth, the girl shook the empty box in her hands to the students around as if showing off, pretending to be weak: "I accidentally spilled milk on your body, but you should not Would you mind? After all...this is the freshest milk I just bought!"