City Z, Yonemachi 11th Street Police Station.
"Hello, I'm here to protect you."
Wu Ke came here with Sonic behind him, and said to the police lady at the front desk who was watching a small TV.
"So handsome, uh, sir, who are you protecting?"
The police lady subconsciously said something when she saw Sonic dressed in casual clothes. When she realized that it was still on duty time, she immediately returned to her serious state and asked.
"Saitama, a bald young man. I received a communication from the police station. He is being detained by you here."
"OK, just a second."
The policewoman said something and pressed the phone on the table.
"Officer Takeshima, someone is here to bail the prisoner you arrested today."
"Ask the bailiff to wait a moment, I'll be down right away."
"Please wait a moment."
The policewoman pointed to the chair over there and said something, then sat back in her seat and continued to watch the small TV.
Wu Ke could clearly see that a concert was playing on the small TV, and the title was A-Class Hero, Super Idol, Masked Sweetheart Live Concert.
"You are the one who came here to bail Saitama?"
After a while, an old policeman came out. His body smelled like pork chops and rice, and there were rice grains at the corners of his mouth. He wiped his mouth casually with his hand and asked the two people sitting here.
"Yes, I am his friend. Can you tell me what my friend committed and was detained here?"
Wu Ke nodded and asked directly.
"He has something to do with a piece of eucalyptus. Come in first. I may need to ask you some questions."
The old policeman looked at them with some scrutiny and led the two of them into the police station.
"Young, Wu Ke, you are finally here!"
The detention room was not far from the old police officer's desk. Saitama, who was locked up inside, saw his arrival and immediately leaned on the railing to greet him.
"How did you get yourself into the police station and get locked up?"
Wu Ke was speechless and looked at Saitama who was lying on the railing with greasy mouth and asked. The old policeman next to him did not stop the conversation between the two. He could eat all the pork chop rice given by the police station and reincarnate as a starving ghost. However, there is a high probability that he is ruled out as the killer.
"Here's what happened..."
Saitama Balabala, after separating from him today, encountered a treasure box monster and beat him up. Passers-by robbed him, and he was caught by the owner of the jewelry store and was not allowed to leave. He told the story of getting into the situation.
"Aren't you a brave man? Even if the property stolen by the robbers is later picked up by other passers-by, you should go to the guys who picked up the property. What does it have to do with you, a brave man?"
Wu Ke frowned, suspecting that something unfair might have happened to Saitama.
"Come on, tell me who the bastard is who wants you to be responsible for the lost property. I promise to let him know what it means that a hero cannot be bullied and justice cannot be insulted!"
"Well, that's not necessary. After that person later heard that I was suspected by the police of being a professional killer, he immediately distanced himself from me so that I wouldn't be responsible for the lost property."
Saitama said with an optimistic look.
"What the hell, why are you suddenly suspected of being a professional killer?"
Wu Ke said he couldn't understand why he suddenly became suspected of being a professional killer when he bravely helped the person he was helping.
"Because of the bag of money you gave me, after I explained to the police where the money came from, they didn't believe me, and I couldn't contact you..."
Saitama continued to talk about how he was suspected of being a professional killer.
"Wu Ke, you know, I just found out today that I have never been a hero. I have been defined as a dangerous person who has committed many illegal acts of violence."
"Nonsense, you rescued innocent people and you are their hero, and how is this status of a hero something inconvenient that needs to be recognized by others?!"
"Me too
feel. "
Saitama felt the same way.
"Being a hero is suspected of being a killer, and enforcing justice is regarded as committing illegal acts of violence. How can you be a hero?"
Sonic interjected from the side. When he was listening to what Saitama said just now, he had many thoughts in his heart.
"Hey, who is this?"
Saitama looked at him.
"His name is Sonic. He is a new member of our Justice League. He is also your junior. He used to be a ninja who worked as a bodyguard for rich people. Some of his ideas may be different from ours. You can guide him more in the future. .”
Wu Ke introduced Qiyu.
"Hey, there's a new guy so soon?!"
Saitama was stunned for a moment.
"Let this bald man teach me?"
Sonic looked down on Saitama who was detained by the police.
"Hey, you brat, who are you calling bald?!"
"I'm talking about you!"
"Ahem, Sonic, respect your senior a little more. He is much stronger than you."
Wu Ke reminded that he could see that people like Sonic should only respect people who are more capable than themselves.
"He is the only one in our organization who is better than me?"
Sonic opened his mouth. He had been defeated so badly in the afternoon that he did not refute Wu Ke's words.
"I'm sorry, Senior Baldy, I was a little hasty when I spoke."
Sonic took the initiative to give in and said soft words.
"Are you giving in, or are you looking for trouble? My name is Saitama, not Bald!"
Having said that, Saitama has settled down. When he was still working in the past, he was a social loser who lost his job before he could even get over his status as a newbie in the workplace. However, he did not expect that he would be the one now. Such things as juniors.
Thinking that he could let this junior named Sonnis serve him tea and water in the future, Saitama immediately dismissed the fact that the other party called him bald.
As a senior, you should be more generous and not be underestimated by your juniors - even though he joined the Justice League only half a day earlier than his opponent.
"So, Officer Takeshima, your policy here is to preclude guilt before suspicion?"
The conflict between the two people here was temporarily relieved, and Wu Ke targeted the old policeman over there.
"Could it be that just because my friend didn't join the Heroes Association, the acts of righteousness and bravery he did in the past will be regarded as acts of illegal violence?
If so, then what do you police do when other people's lives are in danger? Think about it, if you police can fulfill their duty to maintain public order, do you still need my friend to perform your so-called illegal violence?
The other thing is that bag of money. You said the money in it is bundled like the running water of an underground casino. Is it the running capital of an underground casino? "
Although Wu Ke knew that the bag of money was there, he would not admit it.
"I just love that kind of money-tying method. This is my freedom. You have no right to embarrass my friend and detain him here for a whole day because of money or some unregistered acts of righteousness and bravery! "
"In fact, sir, our police have the right to detain suspects who may be dangerous elements for up to thirty-seven hours."
Officer Takeshima retorted.
Wu Ke: "..."
After a moment of silence, he asked a question.
"Can you guarantee that you did not abuse your authority?"
Special mental fluctuations emitted, and the old policeman fell into an induced state.
"I admit that I have abused my power a little. Because of the sudden rise of the Heroes Association, the police, who were originally responsible for maintaining social order, have become less and less influential in today's society. I could have been promoted to police inspector last year, but the police department cut down I have lost my size and my position has disappeared..."
Old policeman
Labala talked about the pain of being a current officer after the decline of his own profession over the years, and then talked about preparing to turn Saitama's situation into a eulogy that can promote the reputation of the declining police profession in today's society.
"However, after treating him to a bowl of pork chop rice, I suddenly realized that this young man who was bald at a young age is innocent. He definitely cannot be a professional killer..."
"Asshole, don't think that just because you treat me to a meal of pork chop rice, you can insult my head. What does my being bald at a young age have to do with you?"
The iron railing had been crushed by Saitama, but the old policeman seemed not to have heard it and continued: "Back then, I was also an idle gangster, but one time I was arrested and he met me in the police station. My teacher, he gave me a bowl of pork chop rice..."
Just when the old policeman who was in a induced state was about to tell a long story about his young self, a young man who almost went astray and was reformed with pork chops and rice by the old policeman who arrested him, Wu Ke directly hit him He asked: "Since you did not abuse your power, how did he get detained?"
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The wheel was rolling rapidly with sparks and lightning all the way.
"Get away, get out of the way, everyone who dares to block the road will be killed!"
On the commercial street, the posture created by the motorcycle weirdo caused countless passers-by to retreat.
People in this world are already used to things like this.
"Call the police!"
Someone said.
"Calling the police is useless. Call the Heroes Association and ask the Heroes Association to send nearby heroes over!"
But someone soon corrected it.
Apparently, heroes are more trustworthy than cops, at least when it comes to dealing with weirdos.
"Weirdo in front, stop for me and watch me get up and sprint with all my strength!"
During the commotion, someone chased him on a bicycle.
"Mom, look, it's an unlicensed knight!"
"Don't be afraid, everyone. The unlicensed knights of C-class heroes are here. The weirdos who do all kinds of evil will definitely be punished!"
As the young man riding a bicycle appeared, passers-by became excited and full of confidence.
"Haha, what kind of undocumented knight, what kind of hero, do you just want to use that funny commuter bike to catch up with my motorcycle with a nitrogen jet accelerator?!"
The motorcycle monster looks a bit like a centaur, except that the lower body is not a horse body, but a cool black motorcycle.
And the fact is just like what the motorcycle geeks said sarcastically, no matter how hard the unlicensed cyclist behind him tried to catch up on his bicycle, he couldn't stop the distance between them from quickly opening up.
"A clown riding a crappy bike actually dares to chase this motorcycle guy!"
As soon as the motorcycle geek finished speaking, the high-speed rolling motorcycle tires on his lower body were caught and stopped by a red rubber glove hand.
"what happened?"
The wheels still moving behind made a loud squealing sound as they rubbed against the ground. The motorcycle geek turned around and saw three people standing in front of him.
One is a sissy handsome guy that I hate, and the other is a muscular and tough young man who suits my taste.
As for the remaining one, the bald guy had a somewhat simple face and was currently grabbing his tire with his hands wearing housewife rubber gloves.
"Robbery is wrong. If you go to the police station and confess your crime now, I won't beat you."
Saitama said seriously.
