One Punch of Justice

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Grunt ...

Mr. 3, who was nearly drowned, was salvaged by the navy and handcuffed.

At the same time, Mr.3's partner, Miss. Golden Week, was caught on the warship.

The little girl was still asleep, and somehow she opened her eyes and found that she had fallen into the sea. After choking some salty water, she was finally rescued by the navy.

The paint is completely melted away from the sea, Miss. Golden Week is no different from an ordinary ten-year-old girl.

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

"It really is them."

Robin looked at them, and then turned his eyes to Saitama: "Although I already know that you are strong, but now it seems that this surprise is a little bigger ... Your strength is a bit outrageous, Major General."

Saitama's head didn't return, he crouched in front of the two and looked closely: "It's because it's too powerful so I feel troubled ..."

"Oh?"

Robin was a little curious: "You are so powerful, do you still have something that bothers you?"

"Yes ..."

Saitama casually said: "Even if the power is strong, there is nothing remarkable ... there are things that can't be done."

Robin raised an eyebrow: "For example?"

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

Robin first stunned, then smiled: "Oh ... you have a sense of humor, Mr. Major General."

"No, actually I'm bored ..."

Saitama waved her hand, crouched in front of Miss. Golden Week, her eyes glanced at the drawing board around her waist, and tentatively asked, "Are you ... that Miss. Golden Week that can use color to influence others' emotions?"

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

Next, Duskey whispered in Saitama's ear: "Mr. Saitama, her expression is very similar to you ..."

indeed.

This little girl has always been expressionless.

It looks quite 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 Xianbei after finishing work early. "

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

Saitama's hands with some emotions hug her chest, and then toward Miss. Golden thought: "So, can you try to use other colors to affect my feelings? Is there any color that can make people warm or diligent?"

Miss. Golden Week shook a messy color palette: "The **** orange can make people feel motivated, but all my paint was washed away by the sea water. I have to go to the next town to buy the paint again."

"Ah? Is it just a paint available everywhere?"

Next to Da Siqi exclaimed: "You can use ordinary paint to affect the feelings of others, and there are many incredible things in this world."

"This is my innate ability ..."

Miss. Golden Week put down the palette and looked around: "So ... Excuse me, have you caught a sea otter and a vulture?"

Robin raised his eyebrows slightly: "Unfortunately combined? Did they come together?"

"Well, to assist us."

Miss. Golden Week nodded: “If you do n’t catch them, the news of our failure will soon be sent back to the boss. The next time is probably Mr.1 and Mr.2 to assassinate you, they are very powerful. , Please be careful. "

"Ah ... endless ..."

Da Siqi had a headache: "If there are so many people coming, there will be no room and handcuffs on the warship to hold them ... Although the situation has been explained to the headquarters, I am afraid that the support force will not arrive until a few days later. Alabstan. "

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

This group of guys ...

How confident are you?

No matter how strong the assassin is, he is ready to arrange a cell for others.

But yes ...

The bald head is simply incredible.

Even the boss might not be his opponent ...

...

"Mr. 3, have you awoke yet?"

Suddenly, Robin Zhu's lips lightly opened: "The devil fruit ability person will not reduce the person's physique, even if he is drowning, he will not be comatose for so long."

Hearing this, the sights of the navies on the scene all shifted to Mr.3.

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

"Miss. All Sunday ..."

Mr.3 pushed his glasses with both hands, Shen Sheng asked, "I thought you were the boss's internal arrangement, but now it seems that I was wrong ... Can you tell me? Why are you on a navy ship? "

Robin took a sip of coffee and leaned back in his chair, leisurely and cosy: "To say why, of course it was because I was caught."

"Who are you cheating !?"

Mr.3 raised his handcuffs on his wrist angrily, and said angrily: "It is also a prisoner, and the treatment is too far away !?" But then he lost his strength and collapsed because of the sea floor stone On the ground: "Ah ... dying, dying ..."

Now that you are awake, you will not be rescued.

Duskie said to the surrounding navy: "Lock him up."

The navy received orders and immediately grabbed Mr. 3 and took him to the cell.

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

Dasqi was stunned, and there was no response: "... you?"

Miss. Golden Week was not afraid of anything on his face, and of course said: "I am also an associate. Although he did not commit a direct crime, he did assist Mr. 3, so please arrest me."

"This one……"

Da Siqi could not bear it: "But you are still a child ..."

Miss. Golden Week shook his head: "Crime is a crime, young age is not a reason to escape legal sanctions."

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

Of course, the desire and request in her eyes Saitama can understand it.

what……

There is really no way.

If you are obviously not good at speaking, you still have to start your own.

"you are right……"

Saitama looked at Miss. Golden Week seriously: "Crime is crime, and it cannot be a reason for hurting others because of age, character, experience, etc ... Then, I ask you, all criminal activities, are you out of your own will? ? "

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

"So, this is punishment ..."

Saitama nodded, stretched out his hand and gently flicked his forehead on Miss. Golden Week's forehead, then said with a smile: "Go do what you want, if I see you in the criminal organization next time, I can There will be no mercy. "

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

"thanks, I will!"

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