One Punch of Justice Chapter 46: CP Zero

　　The eyes of a group of people are sure.

　　Saitama was a little inexplicable, waved his hand again and again: "Ah...I am not..."

　　 "There is nothing wrong, it must be you, boss!"

　　Pola kept adding evidence in his mind, seemingly prescriptive, and said: “First of all, Miss was alone with her boss all Sunday, and you were with her tonight. Come together, this is the most powerful evidence!"

　　 "So to speak..."

Mr.4 next to 　　 seems to have suddenly figured it out: "Mr. Saitama is not like a new agent at all. Instead, Miss takes care of you all Sunday and puts you first! Except for the boss, no one should be able to. Let her treat it that way, right?"

　　 Saitama emptied his eyes and continued to deny: "I am not, I don't..."

　　At this time, Mr.1 Daz suddenly said: "It is also very strong, worthy of 0 strength."

　　Saitama scratched his head troubledly: "I said I am not..."

　　 von Klei laughed and slapped the table while raising his hand and shouted: "And it was natural to give us instructions just now... Said it was disbanded, don't~ just kidding, boss!"

　　……

　　 "Well, I am the boss."

After 　　Saitama explained the uselessness in every possible way, he finally gave up on himself and said with false eyes: "Then you will listen to my next instructions?"

　　A group of agents nodded without a doubt: "Of course, boss!"

　　"The Baroque Studio is dissolved."

　　Saitama stood up and turned around and said, "Then... try to be a good person in the future, everyone." After all, regardless of the fact that the agents behind him had fried the pan, Saitama strode out of Yuyan and looked up on the street. The moon.

　　 is really a bunch of weird people...

　　 This is the first time I have seen someone rushing to recognize someone as the boss...

　　……

　　 under the same night sky

　　 The real owner of the Baroque studio, Krokdal, was lying in the desert very far away from the rainy banquet, twitching constantly.

　　 the strong bald head......

　　 is far beyond my imagination!

　　With such a powerful navy, why is it just a major general?

　　 "Ahem..."

　　 coughed up a mouthful of blood, Krockdal smiled weakly and miserably: "It's... ugly... I would fail so badly..."

　　 "Since you have chosen to become a pirate, no matter who you are killed, you should actually have no regrets."

　　 Moonlight is falling.

　　 A cold voice suddenly rang from the deadly desert.

　　"On the sea, life and death depend on fate."

　　 A shadow came from a distance, covering the moonlight in front of Klockdal: "I remember that the pirates are probably the ones who like to say this to show their desperado status, right... One of the Seven Wuhai——Krokdal?"

　　 "Who!?"

　　 Krokdal's face was sullen, and his heart secretly said something bad.

　　 I have just been seriously injured by the bald devil, and this guy who appeared suddenly is obviously not good.

　　 must find a way to kill him by surprise...

　　 "Hmm...Don't waste your time, Krokdal..."

　　 The man seemed to have seen Klockdal's mind, and sneered: "Even if you are not injured, you are not my opponent, and now you are just a dying person. Are you still having unrealistic illusions? ?"

　　 By the moonlight, Klockdal finally saw the man's face clearly.

　　He is wearing a weird mask and a suit and leather shoes.

　　If it's someone else, you won't be able to recognize them, because they are the strong who hide in the dark and have no reputation on the sea-the strongest shield of the dragon people CP0!

　　 But Krokdal has been received by the world government, and he knows the details of these guys!

　　 "Asshole..."

　　 Krokdal's breathing began to become heavy: "It was...the running dog of the Sky Dragon people... because I attacked Alabastan, so the Sky Dragon talent sent you to kill me!?"

　　 "Hehe, it's not that naive reason, Sand Crocodile."

　　 The man squatted down and wiped the blood stains on Klockdal’s face. The pale mask looked like an ecstatic demon: "Although in theory, the king of this country can indeed be regarded as a dragon, but he refuses The'wild species' moved into the holy land are not within our protection range..."

　　 "I have a few questions for you, Sand Crocodile."

　　 The man tilted his head: "You have been entrenched in Alabastan for a long time... You don't seem to be a guardian... It just so happens that we got some news recently, tell me..."

　　"You are looking for an ancient weapon-'Pluto', right?"

　　 The secret plan that has always been hidden in my heart has been revealed, and Krokdal's shock at this time can be imagined.

　　 This is a plan that only I and Robin know about!

　　Why did these **** in CP0 smell the wind?

　　Robin's hometown and all her relatives were destroyed by the world government. It is absolutely impossible for her to inform this group of bastards!

　　 "Look at your expression, I should have guessed it..."

　　 The face under the man’s mask smiled visibly, and then asked a question that made Krokdal inexplicable: "The navy called'Saitama' who originally stationed in Rogge has already come to this country. Right...Did you get seriously injured by him?"

　　 Krokdal gritted his teeth: "Why do you ask this...Are the Denonians also interested in the battle between the navy and the pirates!?"

　　 "Who cares about such boring things."

　　 The man shrugged~IndoMTL.com~ Behind the mask is full of indifference: "I was only ordered to take the head of the'Saitama' item. Before the assassination, I was lucky to meet you, Krokdal... "

　　What! ?

　　The running dog of the world government... actually want to assassinate the navy?

　　 aren’t they in a group?

　　嘁……

　　 I thought only pirates would kill each other!

　　 These people are more vicious than the pirates.

　　 Krokdal secretly sneered about the dirty and sordid political struggle in his heart, with an unhappy gloomy face: "Of course you want to die, of course you are happy."

　　 "Of course I know he is strong..."

　　 The man stood up, and somehow he took out a cane from there and put it on Klockdal’s head: "Otherwise he would not be qualified to be called the secret treasure of justice, nor would I be qualified to bother me to kill him myself. ……"

　　 Krokdal was horrified to feel that the breath of death was spreading, struggling to get up and resist.

　　 But he was hurt too badly, he just moved a little, and his whole body was painful like a tear.

　　 "Don't struggle, Krokdal."

　　The man raised his mouth and slightly raised the top of his cane: "Seeing your tragedy, I probably understand that his strength is indeed not to be underestimated. It is okay to prepare some'strength'..."

　　 "By the way, let me tell you the good news at the end."

　　 Under the moonlight, the cold light in the man’s eyes flickered: "It’s not the trash that was raised in the Holy Land that sent me here... I was ordered by Lord Five Star to assassinate the secret treasure of justice and try to spy on ancient times. The sand crocodile of weapons..."

　　 "Krokdal!"

　　's voice fell to the ground, and the cane has smashed Klockdal's head.

　　 The blood is flowing like a puff, no more sound.