One Punch of Justice

GuLu 噜…

Mr. 3, who nearly drowned, was rescued by marine and put on handcuffs.

Also caught on the warship was Mr. 3’s partner, Miss. Golden Week.

Little girl is still asleep stupidly, unfathomable mystery opened her eyes and found that she had fallen into the sea. After taking a few sips of salty seawater, she was finally rescued by the marine.

The pigments are all turned into seawater, and Miss. Golden Week is now no different from an ordinary ten-year-old little girl.

As a capable person, Mr.3 has long lost all his battle strength, and lays on the deck of the Saitama warship like a whale, spitting water.

“It really is them.”

Robin glanced at them, then turned his eyes to Saitama: “Although I already knew that you are strong, but now it seems that the surprise is a bit bigger … you are a bit outrageous, Major General.”

Xu Yu’s head didn’t return. He squatted in front of the two of them and looked carefully: “It’s just because they are too strong that I feel troubled …”

oh? ”

Robin was somewhat strangely said: “Are you so powerful, is there anything else that can bother you?”

“Yes …”

Saitama said without thinking: “Even if you are strong, there is nothing remarkable … There are things you can’t do.”

Robin raised an eyebrow. “For example?”

Saitama remained silent for a while, looking back a little unnaturally: “… such as hair.”

Robin first startedled and then laughed: “Oh … you have a good sense of humor, Major General.”

“No, I’m actually boring …”

Saitama waved her hands, squatted in front of Miss. Golden Week, and glanced at the drawing board around her waist. He asked tentatively, “Are you … the Miss. Golden Week that can use color to affect the emotions of others?”

Miss. Golden Week blinked: “It’s me.”

Da Siqi whispered in Saitama’s ear next to him: “Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to you …”

indeed.

This little girl has always been expressionless.

Looks pretty lazy.

“Because I don’t like the job.”

Miss. Golden Week expressionless answered Da Siqi’s question: “I just want to be a painter, but this job can’t resign, so I can’t laugh, I just want to rest and eat rice cracker after finishing work early.”

“You have to work at such a small age, it’s not easy for kids in this world …”

Ji Yu held her hands on her chest with emotion, and moved towards Miss. Golden thought: “So, can you try using other colors to affect my feelings? Is there a color that can make people hot or hard-working?”

Miss. Golden Week shook a messy color palette: “The bloody orange can make you motivated, but all of my paint has been washed away by the sea water, and I have to go to the next town to buy another paint.”

“Huh? Is it just a pigment you can buy everywhere?”

Da Siqi was a little surprised next to him: “It is possible to use ordinary paint to influence the feelings of others. Sure enough, there are many incredible things in this world.”

“This is my innate ability …”

Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked left and right: “So … Excuse me, have you caught a sea otter and a buzzard?”

Robin raised an eyebrow slightly. “Unfortunately? Did they come together?”

“Well, here to help us.”

Miss. Golden Week nodded: “If we do n’t catch them, then the news of our failure will soon be returned to Boss. The next time may be Mr.1 and Mr.2 to assassinate you, they are very difficult to deal with, please be careful. “

“Ah … it’s endless …”

Da Siqi had a headache and said, “If there are so many people, there are no rooms and sea floor stone handcuffs on the warship to detain them … Although the situation has been explained to the headquarters, I am afraid that it will be a few days before the support forces can arrive Alaba Stan. “

Lying dead on the deck, Mr. 3 opened his eyes quietly.

This group of guys …

How confident is it?

Regardless of how strong the assassin is, he is ready to arrange a cell for others.

But also …

That bald was incredibly strong.

Even Boss might not be his opponent …

……

“Mr.3, are you awake?”

Suddenly, Robin Zhu lip lightly said: “The demon fruit ability will not reduce a person’s physique, even if drowning, he will not be unconscious for so long.”

Hearing this, the eyes of the marines turned to Mr.3.

Seeing that he could no longer dress, Mr. 3 had to sit up from the deck.

“Miss. All Sunday …”

Mr.3 pushed his glasses with both hands, solemnly asked: “I originally thought you were the boss of the boss arrangement, but now it seems that I am mistaken … Can you tell me? Why are you on the marine boat?”

Robin took a sip of coffee, leaned back in his chair, and said leisurely, “Why, of course, because I was caught.”

“Who did you lie to ?!”

Mr.3fly into a rage out of humiliation raised the handcuffs on his wrist, and said angrily, “The same prisoner, the treatment is too bad !?” Then he lost it because of the sea floor stone. With strength, he collapsed on the ground again: “Ah … I am going to die, I am going to die …”

Now that you are awake, you don’t need to be rescued.

Da Siqi moved towards the surrounding marines and said, “Lock him up.”

Upon receiving orders, the marines immediately grabbed Mr. 3 and took him to the cell.

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

Daschi froze, but did not respond: “… you?”

Miss. Golden Week has no trace of fear on her face, as it should be by rights: “I am also an accomplice. Although I did not commit a direct crime, I did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me.”

“This one……”

Da Siqi couldn’t bear it: “But you’re still a child …”

Miss. Golden Week shook her head: “Crime is crime, and young age is not a reason to evade legal sanctions.”

Da Siqi could not deal with it anymore, and turned his eyes for help to Saitama.

The longing and begging of Saitama in her eyes can certainly understand.

what……

There is really no way.

Obviously, you have to speak for yourself.

“you are right……”

Saitama watched Miss. Golden Week earnestly: “Crime is crime, and you can’t justify your harm to others because of your age, character, experience, etc … So, I ask you, all crimes, are you out of your own will ? “

Miss. Golden Week shook her head: “No.”

“So, this is punishment …”

Saitama nodded, extended the hand and gently bounced his forefinger on the forehead of Miss. Golden Week, then said with a smile: “Go do what you want to do, if I see you again in the criminal organization next time, I But there will be no mercy. “

Miss. Golden Week froze, and then, for the first time, a small smile appeared on her face.

“Thank you, i will!”