A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

"Someone just asked the same question... What good food is around here?"

Instead of answering his question, Johnson looked around at the shops with great interest, like a tourist who had just arrived in New York.

"Don't try to fool me with pizza or hamburgers."

Butcher: "..."

"There's a Spanish barbecue place nearby, and if I had to pick one, it's pretty good."

"Oh? That sounds alright. Then lead the way."

Johnson nodded, gesturing for Butcher to go first.

Butcher gritted his teeth in hatred, regretting that he hadn't brought a gun with him when he went out today!

Spanish-style grilled meat.

Johnson and Butcher sat opposite each other, with a large plate of meat on the table in front of them.

Johnson took a bite and found the way of eating vegetables and roasted meat in a tortilla to be quite good, so he ignored the sullen-faced Butcher and started eating by himself.

"Aren't you going to eat something? I can't eat this much by myself."

Johnson wiped his hands with a tissue.

"In the end, you're the one who pays anyway."

Butcher: "...You went through all that trouble to find me, just so I'd treat you to a meal?"

"To correct you, finding you won't take any great effort, after all, your speech at the Tower of Seven was so high-profile."

"I have to say, putting everything else aside, you really are a born orator."

Seeing that his life was temporarily out of danger, Butcher relaxed and a mocking smirk returned to his face.

"Thank you for the compliment—should I say that?"

"There's no need to be so polite."

Qiao Sen smiled, unconcerned about his thuggish mannerisms, and briefly explained why he had approached him.

“I just arrived in your country and I don’t have a single banknote on me. If you had kept being stubborn, I might have gone to find someone else.”

Butcher: "...Are you kidding me?"

Although Johnson spoke as if it were the truth, he didn't believe a word of it.

You come to the US without any cash on you? Are you an alien who just "whooshed" into New York?

He would have turned on him long ago if he hadn't been outmatched.

"Okay, let's go back to the question we had when we first met... What would you like to talk about?"

"I have intelligence about the Vought Group, but since someone doesn't need it, let's just forget about it?"

"...Okay, I admit that my attitude was problematic at first, but it's just an occupational hazard, please forgive me."

Butcher's lips curled into a nasty but ugly smile.

“You’ve come to the right person when it comes to intelligence. There’s no one in all of New York who knows more than Dad…sorry, I do.”

"Alright, stop with that intelligence broker act." Johnson tapped the table with his finger. "I know an interesting place in New York that superpowered people like to frequent. Take me there tonight; I have important business to attend to."

Butcher immediately understood what place Johnson was referring to.

Chapter 118 Azu's Fall

Butcher immediately understood what place Johnson was referring to.

It was a nightclub that provided special services to superhumans; people without connections couldn't even find out which way the door faced.

A knowing smile appeared on his face; at this moment, Qiao Sen was no longer so scary in his eyes.

After all, what good people can be going to a place like that in such a hurry?

“And what about the compensation?” Butcher leaned back in his chair, feeling he had regained control. “I think we should be trading on equal terms?”

Johnson ignored him, picked up a napkin, and scribbled on it with his fingernails dampened with water.

"Didn't you dream of bringing down Homelander and Vought International?"

Upon hearing that name that caused him such heartache, Butcher sniffed hard, his face visibly darkening.

“Oh right, I almost forgot you investigated me,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips, revealing his signature menacing smile. “Yes, so what?”

"Let's talk about some really exciting news."

Johnson handed over the napkin, which Butcher took and read aloud with a puzzled look: "Compound 5? What is this? A new miracle drug?"

"The Samarian Embrace, a charity funded by the Vought Group, you know it, right?"

"Of course, their 'leader' Izchir is that pervert who shouts against homosexuality but often sleeps with three or four men at once, and he also frequents the place you're going to."

“Every year, that organization sends free charity packages to children’s hospitals around the world under the name of ‘polio vaccine’.”

"What do you mean?"

Butcher frowned, and as a former special agent, he quickly grasped the key point: "You mean, those vaccines are actually all Compound 5?"

"Yes, this substance is the key to the birth of superhumans. Go to the nearest large children's hospital, take a look at the newborns who need critical care in their intensive care unit, and you'll understand."

"Remember to find one where Vought Group security personnel are stationed."

Butcher's hand holding the napkin trembled slightly. Johnson's meaning was already very clear; he was practically saying it outright.

Even a complete novice like him could guess the truth—

Are the superhuman heroes under the Vought Corporation actually mass-produced using this so-called Compound 5 and human babies as materials?

Since it's an illegal activity carried out covertly, there are bound to be many failed cases every year.

Where did the babies who failed the experiment go?

Oh, these heartless bastards...

If this news is true, then it really is...

This is amazing!!

Based on the information available, Butcher immediately connected it to more shady dealings.

A hint of excitement flashed in his eyes, and he even ignored Qiao Sen opposite him, suddenly getting up to leave.

Johnson: ?

(?_?)

As if I don't exist, right?

Just as Butcher took a big step, he was stopped in his tracks and found that his body had suddenly lost control and he could not move at all.

It felt like being gagged by this damn guy in an alley!

Butcher, whose only movable part was his eyes, glared fiercely at Johnson. The hope of revenge was right in front of him. He would even dare to bite "Homelander" in front of him.

"You just said it was a fair trade, and the deal isn't finished yet. We can talk about anything else after tonight."

Johnson also stood up, pouring cold water on the crazed avenger in front of him.

"Find me a hotel room now, I need to rest for a while."

"Oh, and remember to pay the bill."

Butcher staggered for a moment, then found that he had suddenly regained control of his body.

"you……"

He swallowed back the curses that were about to spill from his mouth, straightened his collar, and put the napkin with "Compound No. 5" written on it into his pocket.

"You're right, fair trade."

With that, he strode toward the counter.

……

Wotech Group, 82nd floor.

Edgar, the Black CEO, stood by the window with his back to the door, looking down at New York City.

His secretary was reporting the day's latest news to him when he was slightly taken aback.

"what?"

"How could a superhuman not recorded in the database possibly fight Homelander to a standstill?"

"Yes, sir, we discovered that someone had used a drone to capture some footage, so we bought the copyright."

"They ended up on a resort beach on Long Island, without fighting, but something incredible happened."

Edgar took the tablet computer handed to him by his subordinate, which was playing a blurred, magnified video.

Two figures, one blue and one black, clashed from the city sky to the sea, with the blue figure representing "Homelander" even being blasted into the sea by the black figure.

Edgar was still somewhat dismissive of this, but then he saw the black figure suppressing the tsunami with one hand.

"The first thing is to find that person, and if he's willing, tell him that the 'Super Seven' welcomes him to join."