One Punch of Justice Chapter 40: Go do what you want to do

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　　 Mr. 3, who almost drowned, was salvaged by the navy and put on handcuffs.

　　 Also caught on the warship was Mr. 3's partner-Miss. Golden Week.

　　 The little girl was still sleeping, she opened her eyes for some reason and found that she had fallen into the sea. After choking a few mouthfuls of salty water, she was finally rescued by the navy and boarded the ship.

　　The pigments are all dissolved by seawater. Miss. Golden Week is no different from an ordinary ten-year-old girl.

　　 As a capable person, Mr.3 has long lost all combat effectiveness, lying on the deck of the Saitama warship like a whale, spitting spray.

　　 "It really is them."

　　 Robin glanced at them, then turned his gaze to Saitama: "Although I already know that you are strong, but now it seems that this surprise seems a bit bigger... You are a little too strong, Mr. General. "

　　 Saitama didn’t turn his head back, he squatted in front of the two of them and took a closer look: "It’s because they are too strong that they are troubled..."

　　 "Oh?"

　　 Robin was a little curious: "You are so powerful, is there anything else that bothers you?"

　　 "Yes..."

　　Saitama casually said: "No matter how strong the power is, there is nothing great...There are also things that can't be done."

　　 Robin raised his eyebrows: "For example?"

　　Saitama was silent for a while, and looked back unnaturally: "...like hair."

　　 Robin was startled, then smiled: "Heh...you have a sense of humor, Mr. General."

　　 "No, I'm actually very boring..."

　　Saitama waved his hand and squatted in front of Miss. Golden Week. He caught sight of the drawing board on her waist and asked, "You are...the Miss. Golden Week that can use colors to affect other people's emotions?" "

　　 Miss. Golden Week blinked: "It's me."

　　 Next to Dashchi whispered in Saitama’s ear: "Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to yours..."

　　 Indeed.

　　 This little girl has always been expressionless.

　　 looks rather slack.

　　 "Because I don't like this job."

　　 Miss. Golden Week answered Da Siqi’s question expressionlessly: "I just want to be a painter, but I can’t resign from this job, so I can’t laugh. I just hope I can rest and eat after I finish working early. Senbei."

　　"It’s not easy for children in this world to work at such a small age..."

　　 Saitama put her hands on her chest with some emotion, and then turned to Miss. Jin Zhou said: "Then, can you try to use other colors to affect my feelings? Is there anything that can make people **** or hardworking? Color?"

　　 Miss. Golden Week shook a messy color palette: "The blood orange can make people energize, but all my paint is washed away by the sea. I have to go to the next town to buy the paint again. OK."

　　 "Oh? Is it just a paint that can be bought everywhere?"

　　 Next to Da Siqi was a little surprised: "You can use ordinary paint to influence the feelings of others, and there are so many incredible things in this world."

　　"This is my inherent ability..."

　　Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked left and right: "So...excuse me, did you catch a sea otter and a condor?"

　　 Robin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Unfortunate combination? Are they coming together?"

　　 "Well, I'm here to help us."

　　Miss. Golden Week nodded: "If we don’t catch them, the news of our failure will soon be passed back to the boss. The next time Mr.1 and Mr.2 may come together to assassinate you, they Very powerful, please be careful."

　　 "Ah... it's endless..."

　　 Da Siqi has a headache and said: "With so many people here, there will be no rooms on the warship or sea floor stone handcuffs to detain them... Although I have explained the situation with the headquarters, I am afraid it will take a few days to support the troops I won’t be able to get to Alabastan later."

　　Mr.3 lying on the deck pretending to be dead quietly opened his eyes.

　　 these guys...

How confident is 　　?

　　 didn't even think about how strong the assassin was, and planned to arrange a cell for others.

　　 But that’s right...

　　 That bald head is incredible.

　　 Even the boss may not be his opponent...

　　……

　　 "Mr.3, are you awake already?"

　　 Suddenly, Robin's lips lightly opened: "A person with the Devil Fruit ability will not degrade a person's physique. Even if he is drowning, he will not be unconscious for so long."

　　 Hearing this, the attention of the navy at the scene shifted to Mr.3.

　　 Seeing that he couldn't put on his clothes anymore, Mr.3 had to sit up from the deck.

　　 "Miss. All Sunday..."

　　Mr.3 pushed his glasses with both hands, and asked in a deep voice, "I thought you were the internal response arranged by the boss, but now it seems that I made a mistake... Can you tell me? Why are you in the navy? On the boat?"

　　 Robin took a sip of coffee, leaned back on his chair, and said leisurely: "Why, of course I was caught."

　　 "Who are you lying to!?"

　　 Mr.3 was so angry that he raised the handcuffs on his wrists, and said angrily: "Is the same prisoner, the treatment is too bad!?" But then he lost his strength because of the sea floor stone. He collapsed on the ground again: "Ah... I'm going to die, I'm going to die..."

　　 Now that I wake up, there is no need to be rescued.

　　 Dasqi said to the surrounding navy: "Lock him up~IndoMTL.com~ The navy received the order and immediately grabbed Mr.3 and took him to the cell.

　　 Watching Mr. 3 being taken away, Miss. Golden Week also stood up and stretched out a pair of small hands.

　　 Da Siqi was taken aback, but did not respond: "...you?"

　　 Miss. Golden Week, there is no trace of fear on his small face, of course: "I am also an accomplice. Although I did not commit a direct crime, I did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me too."

　　"This..."

　　 Da Siqi can't bear it: "But you're still a child..."

　　Miss. Golden Week shook his head: "A crime is a crime. Being young is not a reason to evade legal sanctions."

　　 Da Siqi can't deal with it anymore, and casts his help-seeking eyes at Saitama beside him.

　　 The desire and request in her eyes, of course, Saitama can understand.

　　...

　　 There is no way.

　　 If you are not good at words, you still have to come out on your own.

　　 "You are right..."

　　Saitama looked at Miss. Golden Week earnestly: "Crime is a crime. You can’t use your age, character, experience, etc. as a reason to hurt others... Then, I ask you, all criminal activities are done by yourself. Your wishes?"

　　Miss. Golden Week shook his head: "No."

　　 "Then, this is punishment..."

　　Saitama nodded, stretched out his hand and lightly flicked his index finger on Miss. Golden Week’s forehead, then smiled and said, "Go and do what you want to do, if you see you in the criminal organization next time , I will not show mercy."

　　 Miss. Golden Week was stunned, and then, the small face showed a smile for the first time.

　　 "Thank you, I will!"