A wonderful adventure that begins with One Punch Man

Chapter 116

Boom!

The white boy nodded with difficulty, only to be pushed away by the black-robed man as if he were throwing garbage.

He did not dare to stay any longer, and quickly squeezed through the crowd to stay away from this fierce-looking anti-Super British madman.

The man's name is Billy Butcher, the bandit Green Hat Man, no, the butcher.

It is the literal meaning of his surname translated.

Butcher hated the superhumans, and his lifelong wish was to kill the Walt Group and the Super Seven.

To be more precise, it is to kill the "motherlandmen".

As for the reason, just look at his bandit number.

Ever since learning that his wife Becca had been in a room with the "Motherland" for more than three hours before disappearing, he didn't want to slaughter the superhuman bastard all the time.

It's just a pity that the difficulty of this task is hellish.

In order to deal with that group of damned transhumans, he accepted the CIA's invitation to join the special operations team of former director Mallory and participated in the formation of the black-robed pickets dedicated to dealing with superhumans.

Along the way, Butcher has slaughtered more than one superhuman bastard, but those guys are a bunch of smelly fish and rotten shrimp who can't get on the table compared to "Motherlanders".

Until now, he is still doing everything he can to avenge himself.

Spraying away the white boy who had been brainwashed by the superhero movie, Butcher grudely spat on it.

This action made the surrounding attention determine that this black-robed bearded man was a complete rogue, and suddenly moved in the opposite direction to him.

So as not to hurt himself by mistake by his next mouthful of old phlegm.

"Hey, Laojia, it's you, make way for Dad... Yes, that's it, good boy.

Gesturing through the crowd gentlemanly, Butcher opened the way with a polite smile and walked toward the innermost gathering of blacks and taxi drivers.

"Nick, his name is Nick, I know him, he's a good old man."

"Yes, he also has a sister who runs a drive-in restaurant, and as long as he drives a taxi, he can enjoy a free cod castle lunch."

"Oh my God, I still don't believe God would let such a terrible thing happen to him!"

There were taxi drivers who knew the deceased telling stories they knew, and the atmosphere was sad.

"Hey guys, tears won't solve the problem, I think we'll have to do something for him!"

Seeing that the time was ripe, Boucher, dressed in black robes, said loudly, squeezed into the middle of the crowd with his thick and powerful arms, and soon came to the innermost taxi driver.

The taxi drivers, who were also squeezed behind him, were stunned.

No, who are you?

Before the taxi drivers could question it, they listened to the strong man with strong hair say in a very infectious way.

"Oh my God! Please forgive my gaffe, this is nothing short of murder!

"It's hard for me to imagine how sad his family would be when they saw this, and he ... What is his name? The

taxi driver, who was questioned by Butcher, was startled when he met his fierce gaze.

Immediately, Sun Su replied: "Nick Ruhr, sir, this is his name." "

Nick! He is our brother, an ordinary man like us, who works passionately as usual, but returns to the arms of the Lord in an undignified way in full view. "

It shouldn't be like this... This shouldn't be how he ended!

Butcher's deep and magnetic voice, combined with his mature appearance and scars at the corners of his eyes, made his already provocative words more likely to attract attention.

"Yes! He's right.

"Our brother is dead, but he can't just die in vain!"

"Find the murderer! We need justice! The

voices of the black ethnic group who were originally in the onlookers quickly echoed, and at this time, whether they knew the deceased or not, skin color was the strongest bond, enough for those brainless but sensitive young people to stand up for the deceased.

"Yes! Justice! You're right!

Butcher pointed at one of the black who responded to him, his eyes full of encouragement.

With this group of free help, he has almost no effort to occupy the absolute right to speak.

Next, whatever he says is right, people will not think about whether there is a problem with his words, they will only blindly follow the stream, which is exactly the result he wants!

"Someone must be responsible for this, no matter who that person is, even a superhero cannot ignore the law and kill an innocent person at will!"

"Obviously, the glass that killed him came from the Tower of Seven, and we have to go and ask for an explanation!"

"I think a real superhero would never harbor a criminal, but we need an explanation!"

"He's right! We need an explanation!

"Yes! Righteous "Motherlandmen" will help us find out the criminals, we need an explanation!

"We need an explanation!"

"We need an explanation!" × N

exhaled as Butcher spat on his arms, and the high emotions resonated on a large scale, and there was soon a human-to-human phenomenon at the scene.

Most of the blacks and taxi drivers present turned into repeaters at this moment, prompting more people to repeat this catchy slogan.

Driven by their own righteousness, they held high the banner of justice and strode towards the gate of the nearby Walt Group.

Only a small part of them were stunned by Butcher, the rest were not too big to make a splash, some wanted to enter the seven-person tower for free, and some held up their mobile phones to take a picture of the message and send it to the media to win traffic.

But regardless of the original intention, the number of crowds gathered more and more, forming a mighty torrent, and the footsteps gradually became earth-shaking.

And Butcher, who caused this scene, only ran symbolically for two steps, then turned around without hesitation and disappeared into the crowd in reverse.

The sinister smile on his lips when he left, a conspirator who had succeeded in retiring.

Seeing this scene, Johnson couldn't help but shake his head and smile.

"This guy is really a talent."

After that, he also activated his ability and disappeared in place.

However, at this time, the duty supervisor on the first floor of the Walt Group, who found that something was wrong, could not laugh.

The middle-aged supervisor, who had begun to die, sweated profusely for his security captain, and shouted, "Chris close the door!" Don't let that mob rush in!! "

“Yes Sir！ I'm trying!

Chris the security captain who was running wildly responded loudly.

Due to the acumen of his duties, he detected the situation one step faster than the duty manager.