A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

With the continuous enhancement of his Stand's abilities, Johnson's power is no less than that of Spider-Hero, but naturally, the more of these superpowers that directly enhance basic attributes, the better.

After use, the genetic enhancement further optimized the human body structure, increasing strength by nearly one-third, and this does not even take into account the bonus after activation effect 2.

During this meal, Johnson slowly digested the effects of his increased power, and his spider-type superpowers came to two.

Well, all that's missing to become Spider-Man are two web shooters.

“Let’s not talk about that, Peter,” Johnson finished his last fries and picked up his cheeseburger. “We all know that Spider-Man, no matter which world he’s in, couldn’t have simply died from an earthquake.”

“Yes, how could that be? So there’s definitely someone pulling the strings behind the scenes.” Peter’s expression turned serious when it came to business. “Someone wants the public to accept this fact in order to cover up some unspeakable secrets.”

“Yes, so we need to start by looking at two keywords.” Johnson took a bite of his hamburger. “Brooklyn.”

“A massive earthquake!” Peter blurted out instinctively, then realized, “You mean, the massive earthquake in Brooklyn was man-made!”

“Most likely.” Johnson finished his hamburger in a few bites, wiped his hands, and stood up. “Time is running out, so we need to split up from now on.”

Peter sat up straight: "So, Mr. Johnson, what is the plan?"

"I went to investigate the cause of the earthquake, and you..."

Peter suddenly felt a sense of camaraderie with Captain America and Mr. Stark, and his expression turned expectant.

"...I have to stay and work to pay the bills."

Peter: "..."

……

The next day is dawn.

As the sun rises, the city that never sleeps gradually comes back to life after a brief period of calm.

Shops along the roadside began to open for business, and the main roads were bustling with traffic, while pedestrians hurried along the streets.

New York, Brooklyn.

Johnson sat in a coffee shop called "Melody" and looked out at the street through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Unlike Spider-Man, who adheres to principles, Johnson is indeed a registered professional hero with the Hero Association, but his bottom line is quite flexible.

He had already visited Brooklyn last night.

"Hey bro, first time in Brooklyn?"

"Judging from his appearance, is he lost?"

Upon seeing that Qiao Sen was all alone, a group of bad boys who had been partying until the early hours of the morning surrounded him with friendly smiles.

An Asian face, tall, well-dressed, alone.

We have five guys, and the boss even has a weapon tucked into his belt.

Great, the advantage is in my hands!

If they knew that the person in front of them had just flown over the East River and landed in the neighborhood just around the corner, they would probably run as far away as possible immediately.

Unfortunately, there is no such thing.

Johnson had long heard that New Yorkers were kind and honest, but this was his first time experiencing it firsthand.

What a coincidence! We've been looking for you!

Upon seeing their surrounded prey approach and give them a high-five and a chest bump, the few wild little black creatures were completely dumbfounded.

What's going on? Could it be that the other side is also one of our own Gangsters?

I haven't heard of any Asian new recruits in the gang recently!

They walked arm in arm into a small alley without surveillance cameras. The group of thugs exchanged glances, their laughter gradually fading, and their friendly eyes slowly turning cold.

Seeing that the atmosphere was getting right, Qiao Sen stopped pretending and took the initiative: "Hey, um."

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"Hmm? You just said 'Negro', right?"

"Hey, what do you mean?"

One of them even pulled out a small knife: "If you don't explain yourself clearly, you'll have a hard time getting out of here intact!"

“I don’t mean anything else,” Johnson cracked his neck, his knuckles making a crisp “crack” sound. “I just want to say that everyone here is trash.”

Chapter 26: The Investigation Begins

Huh?

Why is this a personal attack?

Touched on a sore spot, the eyes of the few black men turned red.

Even though we're trash, you can't just say it so bluntly!

Even trashy people have pride, okay?

Just as they were about to make their move, they heard Qiao Sen ask, "You lot, you're trying to rob me, aren't you?"

"…So what?"

"Because of this, I can act in self-defense."

The group looked at each other, wondering if this guy was an idiot.

"Stop talking nonsense," the leader drew a battle-damaged Glock 17 from his waist, its dark muzzle pointing at Johnson. "Hand over all the money you have on you!"

One minute later.

bang bang bang bang...

Intense gunfire erupted somewhere in Brooklyn; the sound was unmistakably that of a true master of American Iaijutsu, emptying his magazine in a single second.

In the alley.

Johnson put one hand in his pocket and raised the other hand with his fingers spread.

The black trench coat billowed even without wind, and Neo was only a pair of sunglasses away from the Matrix.

As the gunshot rang out, the five thugs saw that Johnson was trying to catch the bullets with his own body, and their smiles gradually turned sinister.

When the bullets were fired, they seemed to get stuck in the mud and stopped in mid-air; the sneer that had just revealed its white teeth turned into terror.

As he left the alley, five gang members with bruised and swollen faces stood respectfully behind him, insisting on handing over all the loose change and their cell phones they had, promising to behave well in the future and sit at the children's table when they ate.

Unable to refuse, Johnson had no choice but to accept them all.

At least the funds and equipment for the activities for the next few days are all in place.

Meanwhile, poor Peter was still mopping the floor in the closed hamburger shop.

With the equipment, Johnson was no longer completely clueless.

Once connected to the world via the internet, a massive amount of information is presented to us.

With several phones searching simultaneously, Johnson quickly browsed through local New York news.

As he continued his investigation, he soon discovered that the epicenter of the Brooklyn earthquake was directly beneath a building called the Fisker Tower.

Seeing the building owner's signature confirmed that he had found the right direction.

Jin Bing.

His real name is Wilson Fisk, a Marvel supervillain and one of Daredevil and Spider-Man's archenemies.

So, Johnson went to Hell's Kitchen on the west side of Manhattan again, using his mental energy to cover the entire block, but he couldn't find the Night Demon who loved the neighborhood so much.

Similarly, this New York City building lacks any flamboyant Stark Tower, and there's no news about the Avengers circulating online.

Considering that Peter Parker from the MCU also traveled from another time, this world is most likely a special stage for Spider-Man heroes.

The camera then returns to Brooklyn in the early morning.

Melody Cafe is located near the heart of Brooklyn, in a bustling area that, while not as vibrant as Manhattan across the river, is still one of the most vibrant in the borough.

Across the street from the coffee shop stands a towering commercial building, with a luxurious banquet hall on the top floor, its height far exceeding that of most of the surrounding buildings.

This is the Fisk Building, the private property of Kingpin, the New York underworld kingpin.

If a traditional Spider-Man were here, he would probably have already begun the entire investigation process of disguising himself, infiltrating, fighting, and stealing core secrets.

As a psychic superpower user, Johnson's methods are far more convenient.

Just like the search for Daredevil last night, an invisible psychic force rippled and spread across the city, silently covering the entire building.

During this process, the ordinary employees busy in the building did not notice anything unusual.

From Johnson's perspective, there was nothing unusual about the building.

The telekinetic perspective extends downwards from the banquet hall on the top floor, revealing the offices of various departments. Staff members move between floors, seizing every opportunity to earn every penny for their boss.

Conversations, reprimands, arguments, insults, the clatter of high heels on marble floors, the clatter of keyboards, and the indescribable sounds of a man and a woman in a toilet stall...

In an instant, all the scene information in the building was processed by mental power and restored into sound and images, which were clearly transmitted to the mind.

After a critical examination, he learned the general outline of Kingpin's business empire, financial situation, and how many competitors he had dealt with the previous day.

Johnson had to admit that these things were normal for a company with underworld connections.