A wonderful adventure that begins with One Punch Man

Chapter 117

Almost at the same time as the crowd rioted, security captain Chris was already running hard.

The thick muscles did not affect his speed, but gave him a decent explosive power, looking like a predatory cheetah.

Chris rushed to a load-bearing column, and a sliding shovel passed and hit the emergency shutdown device of the security system located at the base.

With a "boom", tons of alloy safety doors were driven by electricity and slowly lowered.

The angry crowd finally failed to rush into the Tower of Seven before the security gate fell, and the supervisor on duty breathed a sigh of relief, and then thought of the storm of public opinion that was about to start, and suddenly had another headache.

"Is Ashley in charge? Yes, I have something important to report to you..."

....

Butcher walked on the streets of Manhattan and was in a very comfortable mood.

A few words added a big blockage to the group of superhuman bastards and the Walt group behind them, how could he not be in a good mood.

"Mr. Butcher, you seem to be in a good mood, want to talk?"

Turning a street corner, Butcher's footsteps stopped by a young man reading a newspaper behind him.

If you can break your identity in one mouth, you are obviously coming at yourself.

Could it be that the Walt Group found out what happened just now?

It is impossible, if the maggots in the cesspit had such efficiency, then their own corpses would have stinked a long time ago.

He subconsciously clenched his fists, turned around with a cold face, and then found that with his height, it seemed that he also needed to raise his head to look directly at the young man's face.

Young and strong, with an Asian face, a good look, seemingly formally trained, and sophisticated beyond his age.

This kid is definitely a ruthless character.

Butcher immediately made a few labels in his heart, but he was not afraid, raised his eyebrows, and walked towards Joson with a scornful smile on his face.

"Hey, boy, I don't know where you got my name, but dare to come to the door alone, I see that your courage is used in the wrong place..."

The powerful heavy hand swing fist was caught by a warm and broad palm, and Butcher's face changed slightly, trying to withdraw the right fist that was pinched.

His eyes became as fierce as the enraged lone wolf: "Superpowered bastard?

"Watch your words."

"Do you think that all the people you can't beat are superpowers?"

Josson's left hand holding Butcher's fist was slightly forced, and the latter's face suddenly changed again, and cold sweat flowed down his forehead.

"It seems that I got it right..." Although Butcher's face turned pale with pain, he continued to smell like a mouth, "Don't think that you can beat your dad with superpowers, dad was back then... Hmm?

"This is the second reminder," Joson let go of the old rogue's hand and wiped it on his jacket in disgust, "If you don't talk properly, just say goodbye to your teeth."

"Understood?"

Butcher

, who was sealed by the force field, tried several times, but in the end he still couldn't make a sound, or even open his mouth.

Hearing Jossen's words, he finally nodded breathlessly.

The strength and speed are far beyond ordinary people, and they also have superpowers of the mind type.

This guy's superpower is too strong to beat at all, he can only ...

"I had to find an opportunity to escape."

- I can only find a chance to escape!

Jossen's voice and Butcher's thoughts sounded almost at the same time, his pupils contracted, and his face became completely gloomy.

Buschert, this guy also has the ability to read minds!

Well, now it's completely finished.

"Okay, less pretending to be tempted in my heart, I'm not interested in the inner performance of a bastard."

Jossen still disgusted his eyes, turned around and beckoned, signaling Butcher to follow.

The corner of the latter's mouth twitched, glanced left and right, saw that there was no one around, and finally crossed his heart, and quickly followed.

"Boy, what exactly do you want?"

"The same thing was asked just now... What's good to eat around here?

Instead of answering his question, Johnson looked at the shops along the road with interest like a visitor to New York.

"Don't fool me with pizza or burgers."

Butcher: "..."

There's a Spanish barbecue nearby, and if I have to say, it's not bad."

"Oh? Sounds OK, so lead the way.

Josson nodded and motioned for Butcher to go ahead.

Butcher rubbed his teeth in hatred, only hating why he didn't bring a gun with him when he went out today!

Spanish-inspired barbecue.

Josson and Butcher sat across from each other, and the table in front of them was a large plate full of meat.

Johnson tasted it, and the way to eat the vegetable roast with a burrito was not bad, so he dropped the heavy-faced Butcher and ate it himself,

"Don't you eat some?" I can't eat so much alone.

Joson wiped his hands with a tissue.

"You pay in the end anyway."

Butcher: "... You went to great lengths to find me just so that I could treat you to a meal?

"To correct it, it doesn't take much trouble to find you, after all, your speech under the Tower of Seven just now is so high-profile."

"I have to say, apart from other things, your mother is really a natural orator."

Seeing that life was temporarily worry-free, Butcher relaxed, and a mocking smile once again appeared on his face.

"Thank you for the compliment—should I say that?"

"I don't need to be so polite."

Joson smiled, not caring about his rogue habits, and briefly explained why he had found him.

"I just came to your country, I don't even have a single bill on me, if you just spoke a little harder, I might have to go find someone else."

Butcher: "... Are you a liar?

Although Joson said it like a real thing, he didn't believe a word.

Come to the United States without banknotes, could it be that you are an alien, and you arrived in New York with a "whoosh"?

If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't do it, he would have turned his face a long time ago.

"Okay, then back to the question when we first met... What would you like to talk about?

"I have information about the Walt Group, but since someone doesn't need it, then forget it, right?"

“...... Well, I admit that at first I had a problem with my attitude, but this is just an occupational disease, please forgive me.

The corners of Butcher's mouth grinned, revealing a nuclear, ugly smile.

"When it comes to intelligence, you've got the right person, and there's no dad in all of New York... Shurry, better than I am.

"Okay, put away your intelligence broker's face." Joson's finger tapped the table, "I know there's an interesting place in New York that superpowers like to visit, and if you take me over tonight, I have business to do."

Butcherton understood what Johnson was talking about.