One Punch of Justice Chapter 104: Dreamland
"Squeak", the door of the ward was opened.
Da Siqi looked up at the door, and saw a strange figure standing there!
"Is it Ms. Dasqi?"
The man spoke actively, even his voice was very strange.
Da Siqi is a little strange, but this is the navy headquarters, so she didn't think too much, just nodded and said: "It's me, are you...?"
"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 word, then it's easy to handle..." Before the voice fell, Albert suddenly rushed in without warning, and his right index finger suddenly pointed towards Da Siqi poked over his head: "Suffer it! Point the gun!!!"
a murderous blow!
The six common signs, needless to say, you can guess the identity of this person!
Albert.
was the bodyguard of Saint Charles Roth, and was ordered by Shalulia Palace to kill Dasqi and make a live specimen of CP0 agent!
He didn't know that Xaluliya 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 finally found the mission goal, the opportunity is not to be missed!
As a CP0 master, Albert is obviously much better than Dasqi.
And because in the navy headquarters, Da Siqi was negligent, and even the weapons were placed next to him, 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!
saw the moment when the finger gun was about to pierce Dusky's forehead!
right now!
Suddenly two figures sprang out from nowhere, and directly chopped off Albert's arm that attacked Dusky!
The offensive was defeated in an instant!
Albert endured the severe pain and hurriedly got away from the subsequent onslaught of the two!
good risk...
If I didn’t withdraw in time, my head would be cut off!
Cold sweat ran down his forehead.
Albert looked at the two guys in front of Dasqi with lingering fear, gritted his teeth and shouted: "Asshole...Who are you guys? How dare you stop me!?"
"We are HP's agents-breaking blades, breaking soldiers!"
The two regained their position and looked at Albert blankly: "On 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 must be killed. !"
"What inexplicable organization..."
Albert gave a secret sound, 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 has changed his mind..."
did not finish speaking, suddenly two cold lights flashed!
Albert barely avoided the first one, but the second one cut him in half!
"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, and slowly said: "You can hypnotize others and make them mistakenly think that you and them are in a gang, so they can get into each other's internal decapitation. It is almost one of the most suitable assassination fruits...Unfortunately, the information of all of you, we already know from the captured "students"... I'm sorry, we can't win."
Unfortunately, Albert can't hear it anymore.
It's useless to hear it.
Even the highest officer of CP0 kneeled. He wanted to report the scholar and didn't know who to call.
The real world things, for the time being, come to an end.
Then now...
……
Dream World
When you open your eyes, it is dawn.
In the empty room, twelve-year-old Saitama woke up from the bed.
's mind was blurred, as if he had forgotten many things.
I also feel that something is wrong in this world, but after thinking about it carefully, I don't think there is anything wrong.
Pack the bedding.
One person washes, one person eats, one person picks up a schoolbag and stands in front of the mirror.
In the mirror is a boy with lush eyes and thick hair.
Don't know why, twelve-year-old Saitama suddenly felt a little bit of joy in his heart.
smiled and walked out of the hallway.
Many students in school uniforms walked forward on the spacious street.
The sun shines on my face, everything is so familiar.
This is the admission season for twelve years old.
Saitama is still just an ordinary middle school student.
I did not lose my hair, nor did I gain the absolute power that transcends everything that exists or does not exist.
Following 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 the classmates who were assigned to the same class were brought into the classroom together.
Next is the cookie-cutter self-introduction session.
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 is dozing awake.
, thinking about how these young masters were assigned to the same school as their own poor spirits...
"Saitama-san!"
Ms. finally read Saitama’s name~IndoMTL.com~ So Saitama stood up, walked to the podium, and after thinking for a few seconds, he said, "My name is Saitama, my feature is poverty, my hobby is... supermarket specials, for the future Dream... I hope you don’t buy expired milk, so be it..."
just finished speaking, the students underneath immediately quarreled.
"What kind of self-introduction is that? It's disgusting!"
"I'm a middle school student, how can I say it is like a 25-year-old man without accomplishing anything?"
"Seriously, at least introduce yourself for a full minute! Hey! You kid thinks this kind of statement will be cool, will it be liked by girls?"
"Why are you put in a class with this kind of guy?"
……
Looking at the students below with a completely different attitude from just now, listening to all kinds of ridicule and ugly words, Saitama blinked a little incomprehension.
Why do they laugh at me?
My poverty...
Has bothered 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.
turned around.
The one who splashed milk was the girl who introduced her father as a capitalist this morning.
"Ah, I'm so sorry~"
said an insincere apology in her mouth, the girl shook the empty box in her hand to the surrounding students braggingly, pretending to be weak: "I accidentally spilled milk on your body, but You don’t mind? After all...this is the freshest milk I just bought!"