A Bizarre Adventure Starting with One-Punch Man

Edgar watched the video carefully and then calmly gave the order.

Having led Vought for many years, he knew very well that Homelander could not do the same thing.

"The second thing is to check where there are records of Compound 5 flowing out of the world in the past thirty years."

"The third thing is to send someone to Dr. Vogbaum and tell him that his retirement is over and we need the latest type of superhuman inhibitor."

……

hotel.

Johnson emerged from the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, a few tempting water droplets still clinging to his muscular chest.

The hotel was located in the heart of Manhattan. Butcher looked pained as he paid for the room, but he felt reassured and checked in.

Room service brought out black tea and snacks. F-zai appeared and pushed the food cart to the open-air balcony. After Qiao Sen found a comfortable position and lay down on the hotel's beach chair, he handed over two fantasy cards.

[Fantasy Card: Heat Ray (Homelander)]

[Card Type: Ability Card]

Rarity: SR

[Introduction: The Boys universe, Homelander's superpowers, a low-budget version of Superman's heat ray.]

【Effect 1: Laser Eyes】

Homelander emits high-energy rays from his eyes capable of melting steel; the power is adjustable.

【Effect 2: X-ray vision】

Homelander can enter X-ray mode for selective X-ray vision, but cannot see through substances containing zinc.

[Fantasy Card: Steel Body (Homelander)]

[Card Type: Ability Card]

Rarity: SR

[Introduction: In the world of The Boys, Homelander's superpower allows him to withstand close-range automatic rifle bullets and even modern firearms explosions.]

【Effect 1: Super Defense】

Homelander's body is impervious to bullets and blades; only superhumans with similar "superpowers" can inflict limited damage. However, attacking a human's weak points makes it easier to break through their defenses.

【Effect 2: Accelerated Recovery】

Homelander recovers from injuries faster than the average person, but not as quickly as superheroes who possess exceptional self-healing abilities.

Chapter 119 Superhuman Nightclub

Of all the enemies Johnson has encountered, Homelander is definitely one of the most generous.

Two superpowers were granted upon first meeting, and the quality of those superpowers is questionable...

Well, the fantasy card already says it's "Homelander Exclusive," so it's fine.

Based on past experience, if you collect all of Azu's superpowers, the resulting card will inevitably be an SSR card.

Given that it's a high-quality counterfeit, it's understandable that it's listed as an SR product on its own.

After all, even among the Dragon-level monsters, there's someone like Bakuzan!

Azu's superpower should be considered top-tier SR, but it's still a step below SSR.

As the top fighter in the Black Robe world, Homelander, while not as powerful as Johnson, is still a force to be reckoned with.

No matter how mini, thin, basic, or budget-friendly Superman is, he's still Superman!

If the strength issue can be resolved, it could even evolve into the strongest version, "Ancestor."

As the old saying goes, first solve whether it exists, then solve whether it's good or not.

The rest is up to hard work.

(Saitama: Achoo! Why does my hair seem thinner today?)

(☉Д☉)

……

Bang bang bang!

Johnson followed Butcher and turned into an alley in Manhattan.

The latter casually glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then raised his hand and knocked on a large iron gate that looked like the back entrance of a warehouse.

"Hey Harry, I've received your whistleblower letter. Thank you for being such a rare good citizen of New York."

Butcher flashed his signature roguish grin, a smile that, when he held the upper hand, seemed as utterly detestable to his victims as it did to a demon.

"This is police brutality, you bastard."

A trapdoor on the iron gate was pulled open, and the bearded security guard named Harry looked helpless.

"If they find out I opened the door without permission, do you know what kind of torture I'll suffer?"

"Ha ha……"

Butcher peeked out and gave a wicked smile: "All I know is that if you don't open the door, the torture I inflict on you will be double what they do."

“Fuc…”

The security guard cursed under his breath as he closed the trapdoor. Johnson looked Butcher up and down: "You're a New York police officer?"

Butcher explained nonchalantly, "Sometimes it's the FBI, CIA, tax commissioners or something, it's just a piece of paper. In places like this, all those identities are the same."

squeak-

With a metallic scraping sound, the iron gate opened inward.

Butcher smiled and waved to Harry, the security guard, and the two strode inside.

After walking through a short, soundproof corridor, a large door opened in front of Johnson and Butcher, revealing an indescribable adult scene inside.

Under the dim, flickering lights, the lobby of the European-style nightclub was packed with customers. Everywhere, there were honest men and women, or men and men, growing together in ways that most people couldn't imagine.

For example, those couples who were having an incredibly high.

The phrase "going to heaven" here refers to the fact that they actually used superpowers to fly up to the ceiling.

"Wow, this is exciting, isn't it?"

Butcher winked at Johnson, indicating that he could join in, boss.

Johnson ignored him, activated his X-ray vision, and the thick concrete walls gradually became clear, revealing all the scenes.

Soon, a black man in a blue uniform came into view, his signature goggles tossed in the corner of the sofa, and he was drinking with his male friend, who was also a superhuman.

It is indeed a "locomotive".

"found it."

Qiao Sen paused, locked onto one of the rooms, and immediately strode over.

"Hey……"

Butcher initially intended to leave, but then he realized that Johnson didn't seem to be there to release his desires at all, so he inexplicably followed him.

They hadn't taken two steps when a strangely shaped, flesh-colored strip stretched across the passageway, blocking their way.

One end of the meat strip was connected to a blond man wearing a vest, who was brazenly embracing two men, one black and one white, and engaging in unrestrained intimacy.

Butcher introduced him like a tour guide: "This is 'Rubber Man' Izkiel, who recently held a sermon on the theme of 'Hope that homosexuals will disappear.'"

"Okay, 'Sexy Prisoner' would probably like him."

"What did you say?"

"nothing."

Just as the two were about to step over the rubber man, a long arm suddenly blocked their way. Izkiel whistled at Johnson: "You're quite good, Asian boy. Want to listen to the Lord's teachings with me?"

The two male servants beside him, realizing they might have fallen out of favor, glared fiercely at Johnson, while Butcher couldn't help but shiver.

His years of experience as a secret agent told him that a good show was about to begin.

A smirk, as if he were enjoying watching a good show, crept onto his lips.

"Listen, I wasn't planning on dealing with you."

"You are one of the major accomplices in the deaths of countless infants caused by the experiments on Compound No. 5 every year."

Johnson glanced at the deformed, elongated tattooed arm in front of him, and two deep red lights surged in his eyes.

"Furthermore, if Luffy knew you were using the 'Nika Fruit' like this, he'd go crazy."

"what?"

"So I'll do it for you today."

Under the influence of alcohol and light, Izkiel couldn't hear what Johnson said and even thought that seeing Johnson's eyes shining was just an illusion.

Shila-

A ruby-like beam of light pierced the eyes of the perverted "Rubber Man," piercing straight through the back of his head and the sofa behind him, cleanly and decisively sending him to meet his God.