"I am Sengoku."
On the other end of the phone, Sengoku said to Saitama in a serious tone: "Alternate General Saitama, this is probably the first time we have spoken to each other. Now I have an important task that you need to complete..."
…
Saitama held the phone bug and thought for a long time.
Then he asked loudly towards Dasqi who had just paid the money from the restaurant: "Hey - Dasqi! A middle-aged man with a voice that sounded like constipation came to me. He said his name was Sengoku... Do you know this guy? person?"
oops!
Dasqi's feet went weak and she almost fell down.
"Saita...Mr. Saitama! You are so rude!"
Dasqi pushed up her glasses and trotted over nervously, not caring to take a breath, and said hurriedly: "Mr. Warring States is the marshal of the navy! If you say that, if he is heard, he may be made things difficult for his superiors... "
The voices of the two talking clearly reached the Navy headquarters through the phone bug.
The key is, the operator and loudspeaker are still on.
"Pfft..."
Lieutenant General Kong Ming almost laughed out loud on the sofa, but luckily he covered his mouth immediately, but he still couldn't hold it back.
At this time, Garp suddenly poked his head into Sengoku's studio outside and shouted in a loud voice: "I seem to hear that you are constipated, Sengoku?"
…Old bastard!
Seng Guo's face was ashen.
This old guy always pretends to be deaf and dumb to the navy's orders, saying that his ears don't work!
Why do my ears work better than anyone else at this time
…
On the other end of the phone, Saitama seemed to have roughly understood who Sengoku was, so he immediately changed his attitude and said enthusiastically: "It turns out to be Marshal Sengoku!"
"Stop pretending to me, I heard everything just now!"
Sengoku slapped the table in anger and gritted his teeth at the other end of the phone: "But now I won't argue with you about these things. You are in the Chambord Islands now, right, Saitama? I want you to rush to Peninsula No. 24 immediately, without delay!" "
On the other end of the phone, Saitama looked around, and after confirming the numbers on the tree, he blinked and said, "Ah, I'm on Peninsula No. 24."
"Are you here? That would be great!"
Warring States' bad mood finally eased a little. He nodded and said to the microphone: "Here's what happened. On Peninsula No. 24, someone attacked the Tianlong people. You should have seen it, right? Go and arrest that guy." , capture the Navy Headquarters!" At this point, Sengoku suddenly frowned: "Saitama... Why are you so noisy over there? It seems like there is an idiot talking dirty words all the time?"
"I'm so sorry, I can't seem to do it..."
On the other end of the phone, Saitama scratched his head: "You can't let me arrest myself. After all, I didn't do anything bad... Please allow me to refuse."
"Arrest yourself?"
Warring States here is a little confused: "I asked you to arrest the madman who attacked the Tianlong people! Who asked you to arrest yourself?"
"Um… "
Saitama thought for a while, then looked at the phone bug with empty eyes and said: "But it was the Tenryujin I beat... By the way, the idiot you just mentioned who cursed was him... "
With a "bang", the microphone in his hand fell on the table.
Warring States looked forward with a dazed look on his face. Suddenly he felt his blood pressure rise, he felt dizzy, and couldn't say a word for a long time.
…
On the other end of the phone
Saitama heard no sound from the phone bug for a long time, so he simply hung up the phone bug.
Then he continued walking towards Saint Charles.
"Asshole...bastard!"
Saint Charlos shook his nose with a twisted face, waved the knife in his hand, and said angrily: "You are just a pariah, the admiral will come and kill you soon! Why are you not afraid at all! ?”
Fear
Saitama was startled, then smiled.
"If even heroes are afraid, then who will stop evil deeds, and who will protect ordinary people who are hurt and can do nothing but shed tears?"
A simple sentence, but it seems to touch the depths of people's souls.
The dancers who were chained up and the slaves who were used as mounts by the Celestial Dragons all shook their bodies and raised their heads in disbelief!
Their hearts have died since they were enslaved by the Celestial Dragons.
Everyone knows that the only outcome for them is to be tortured to death after getting tired of playing.
But just today!
The hope that I had never dreamed of before actually appeared in front of me!
That, the light called justice!
Suddenly, the style of painting changed!
Saitama's whole person's temperament was as sharp as an unsheathed blade. He clenched his right hand into a fist. His voice was not loud, but he was decisive. He shouted at Charlos without any doubt: "Let them go! I want you to apologize to this world, Tianlong!"
resounded through the sky.
"Don't... don't come here!"
Saint Charles finally felt scared.
It has nothing to do with power, status, or wealth.
Even if a person with a dirty and despicable heart dominates the world, when he faces a true hero with a righteous heart, he will inevitably fear and shrink back instinctively!
Sitting on the ground, St. Charlos stepped back desperately, clutching the dagger as if grabbing the last straw, grabbed the dancer who was chained, and pressed the blade against her tender breasts. neck, making a final struggle: "Get out of my way! Do you want me to let her go? If you dare to get close again, then I will kill her..."
This threat is useless.
Even the movements of the Celestial Dragons who are not diligent in their limbs are bloated.
Not to mention Saitama, even just Tatsuki can chop Saint Charlos into two pieces before he takes action!
But at this moment...
The dancer who was held hostage suddenly shed tears in her eyes. When she looked up again, her pretty face was full of determination!
Before Saint Charlos could make a move, she closed her eyes and stabbed her neck on the blade with all her strength!
Watching the fragrance disappear in the next second.
Suddenly a big hand appeared in advance and crushed the knife into pieces!
It's Saitama!
The knife broke into pieces, but the dancer did not die.
But the broken blade fell apart, still leaving a bloody mark on her face.
"Why commit suicide?"
Saitama asked calmly, looking at her tear-stained face.
The dancer opened her eyes.
What kind of sad despair and resignation of death could be seen in those pupils.
"Heroes who dare to resist the Celestial Dragons..."
The dancer choked with tears, crying like a dam, and shouted loudly: "I don't have the courage like you, but I can never be a burden to you. It doesn't matter if I die. Anyway, I am no longer like a human being..."
"But... please!"
"Please, please kill the Celestial Dragons!!!"
She even had the courage to die, but not the courage to resist.
What kind of oppression can make people lose all hope and sink grief into the depths of their souls!
(End of chapter)