"Asshole, you are the bald one!"
The treasure box monster who was inexplicably robbed of the jewelry store called Baldy, and Saitama waved his fist with the word # on his forehead.
Unsurprisingly, the treasure chest monster that rushed towards him was directly exploded by his fist.
The broken long knife was spinning, about to hit the innocent passerby on the other side.
But fortunately, before that happened, a bloody hand wearing a red rubber glove caught up from behind and stopped him.
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The second one disappeared, those who ran slower were caught, and the jewelry store manager directly grabbed Saitama's wrist.
"There is no need to say thank you. This is what I, the Justice Cloak, should do."
Saitama just said this when he heard the person who grabbed his wrist say.
"You can't leave, you have to be responsible for the lost gold and silver jewelry!"
The manager of the jewelry store had red eyes. The jewelry store that was robbed was his private contract business.
After being robbed, he was a little desperate. After seeing the box monster being beaten and killed, he felt like he had returned to the world from hell. However, when he saw the gold and silver jewelry falling from the box monster, they were robbed by passers-by. At that time, his heart was bleeding.
Now, except for some passers-by who were caught picking up gold, silver and jewelry, the other guys ran away and disappeared.
Even if they were chased, they probably wouldn't be able to catch a few people, so they could only keep the hero who killed the treasure chest monster.
The police arrived soon. Although the police system in this world is broken, when it comes to large property issues, their dispatch speed is still acceptable.
Saitama, who didn't know what the store owner planned to do for him, was escorted to the police station with other passers-by who were picking up property.
"A guy calling himself a Mimic robbed your jewelry store, and he was the passing hero who took out the Mimic.
As for the group of people next to you, after the weirdo was killed, they robbed the belongings that originally belonged to your store that burst out of the weirdo's body? "
After the old policeman finished taking all the notes, he confirmed and asked them again.
"Yes, that's what it is!"
The jewelry store owner nodded and confirmed the contents of these records.
"When will the other people who took my belongings be caught?"
he asks.
"I'm afraid this is a bit difficult. There are many people participating and they don't know each other. And this is City Z. As you know, there are few road surveillances in City Z."
At this point, the meaning of what the old policeman said was very clear. There was a high probability that the robbed property would not be recovered.
"Are you worthy of our taxpayers' money?"
The owner of the jewelry store naturally understood this and immediately slapped the table.
"In recent years, the police department has been underfunded. Aren't the people of society more dependent on heroes?"
The young policeman on the side complained,
"What did you say?!"
The jewelry store owner roared.
"Calm down, don't worry, we will definitely work hard to trace it."
The old policeman quickly interjected.
But there is no word on when exactly those who took away the gold, silver and jewelry can be traced.
There is a high probability that it will be filed, and then the file will be gathering dust in the police station.
There won't be a result now, and there won't be a result in the future.
"I want to sue these people and ask them to compensate me for all my losses!"
The owner of the jewelry store also knew this, so he pointed at the group of people looting gold and silver jewelry.
"I'm afraid it won't work to compensate you for all your losses. The most you can do is accuse them of financial embezzlement, but they have expressed their willingness to hand over the financial resources they got and apologized to you, and they have nothing to do with the group of people who ran away. relationship, so..."
"There's nothing I can do against them, right?"
"Yes."
The old policeman shrugged his shoulders and answered the jewelry store owner's question.
"Hey, can I go?"
It took a lot of time to come to the police station and cooperate with the transcripts. Now that the transcripts were completed, Saitama felt that he had nothing to do, so he wanted to leave and asked the old policeman.
"Well, nothing is going to happen without you as a hero, you can go."
The old policeman waved his hand. Although he had nothing to do with heroes in terms of social responsibilities, he would not put aside his dissatisfaction with other people's professions when meeting such heroes who deal with criminals.
Revealed.
"Wait, you can't leave yet!"
But just when Saitama stood up to leave, the owner of the jewelry store immediately shouted.
"Hey, uncle from the jewelry store, I came with you to the police station to take notes. What else do you want?"
Saitama was a little impatient, but he didn't leave directly.
"I want to sue you. If it weren't for you, the gold, silver and jewelry in my store wouldn't have been robbed!"
The jewelry store owner yelled at him.
"Eh?!"
Saitama's eyes widened, and the old policeman looked at the jewelry store owner with a strange expression, as if he was looking at a venomous snake among farmers and snakes.
"Please be reasonable. You were robbed. I defeated the weirdo who robbed you and helped you get your property back. Although some of it was taken away, it was not my fault."
Saitama tried to reason with the other party.
"It's your fault. Why didn't you subdue the treasure chest monster instead of blowing him up so that the gold and silver jewelry in my store fell on the street? If you don't take action, wait for other heroes or the police to catch that man. If it were a weirdo, I wouldn’t have suffered such a big loss!”
"Your logic is weird, okay? Although I do have the ability to subdue the opponent, who told that weirdo to call me bald? I was a little angry for a while and couldn't control my strength."
Saitama explained.
"If that's the case, then why don't you stop those passerbys from robbing my finances later?!"
The jewelry store owner accused again.
"Ha, that's the duty of the police, not my duty as a hero!"
Before Saitama started using it directly, some passers-by who picked up the finances said something back.
The owner of the jewelry store was speechless, but the loss was too great and made him feel very bad.
Looking at Saitama with the expression "I didn't do anything wrong", anger could not stop rising from the bottom of his heart.
"You're a suspicious bald man, you don't have any heroic spirit in you. Who knows if you are a criminal pretending to be a hero!"
The store owner blurted out these words directly.
"Who are you calling bald? Aren't you also a bald person?!"
Saitama was extremely angry, but he still claimed the title of hero again, which he had just thought of today.
"The Man with the Cloak of Justice, hehe, a name I've never heard of at all. Officer, please check this guy's identity for me. Look at the suspicious bag he's holding. Maybe he's a wanted criminal with a reward on his head. !」
The owner of the jewelry store is a bit messy.
"Don't interfere with official duties with things like this!"
The old policeman warned, but Saitama, who looked suspiciously dressed, opened his laptop and clicked on the official website of the Heroes Association, and looked up the hero name of [The Man with the Cloak of Justice], thinking that he would be able to find the person immediately.
As a result, you won’t know without checking.
After checking, there is no such hero.
"Who are you? There is no Justice Cloak in the professional hero registration list on the official website of the Heroes Association!"
The old policeman asked.
"Professional hero registration list, what is that?"
Saitama is a little strange.
"That's the website where the Heroes Association announces information about professional heroes who have joined the Heroes Association."
The old policeman explained.
"But I haven't joined any hero association either!"
Saitama said.
He had never heard of the Heroes Association or anything like that.
During the three years of becoming a hero, in addition to training to fight monsters.
Saitama didn't pay much attention to other things.
"Good guy, are you a fake hero with a wild background and no organization?!"
The old policeman was a little shocked, but it was not like he had never encountered this type of guy before.
"Hey, hey, what do you mean by a fake hero? Didn't I defeat the weirdo?
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, I have an organization, my organization is called the Justice League! "
Saitama replied loudly.
"Justice League, have you heard of it?"
The old policeman asked the apprentice beside him.
"I've never heard of it. It's probably a small unknown group among the people, like an organization like the Heroes Association."
The young policeman shook his head and mentioned a possibility.
"Well, it's possible."
The old policeman nodded with deep understanding.
"Since you are not a professional hero, then your identity needs to be found out."
Then, he said to Saitama.
Cooperating with the investigation...
"Saitama, 25 years old, lost his job four years ago and still has no real job, a homeless man and a stay-at-home youth..."
"Wait a minute, I admit that I am a homeless person, but squatting at home is nothing. I am active as a hero, and I have defeated many bad guys and weirdos with my fists during this period."
"Admit to multiple illegal uses of violence. Make a note of it."
The old policeman nodded and gave instructions to the young policeman next to him.
Saitama: ⊙⊙? !
"What's in this bag?"
"Money, someone hires me as an advance salary for combat power."
Saitama was a little tired and just wanted to end the interrogation quickly.
The bag was opened, and inside were stacks of neatly tied large-denomination banknotes.
"Master, this way of tying money..."
"Well, it's the one most commonly used by gangsters, usually underground casinos."
"Then how do you remember this?"
"A person involved in gangs, a suspected thug. No, with so much money, he can't be an ordinary thug..."
Thinking of the treasure chest monster whose body was blown apart at the discovery scene just now, the old policeman suddenly looked at Saitama with solemn eyes.
"This man may be a killer, and he is also a very powerful professional killer!"
Saitama: "?!"
After being a fake hero, he becomes a killer again?
"Hey, you should listen to me. Although I am not a registered hero, I am still a wild hero who is often active in society. I am really not a killer!"
"We really have no evidence to prove that you are a killer, but for an unemployed young man who has been squatting at home for four years, someone suddenly gave you more than 120 million to hire you as a thug.
According to you, it is about fighting evil monsters and spreading the reputation of your organization. Do you think our police will believe you? "
The old policeman leaned back in his chair, and the young policeman spoke very professionally.
