[ Ding! Main Mission Released: As a hero for fun, today is a good day for some hero work! The Middle East is engulfed in war and disaster. Please proceed to rescue innocent civilians. ]
[ Mission Reward: Rewards vary by completion grade, with SSS-tier items as the highest. No penalty for failure. ]
[ Ding! Side Mission Released: Please rescue one of Marvel's ten most touching supporting characters—Dr. Yinsen—currently held captive by a Middle Eastern armed group. ]
[ Mission Reward: One mystery lottery draw. No penalty for failure. ]
[ Ding! Side Mission Released: It's said the burgers in the Marvel world are top-notch. As a lazy foodie, how could you miss them? Earn the title of Burger King! ]
[ Mission Reward: One special item. No penalty for failure. ]
The system's prompts flashed across Saitama's vision, listing out the mission details.
"Rescue civilians, huh? Sounds like regular hero work… but what's with this 'Burger King' thing?"
He thought about it for a moment, then decided it wasn't worth the trouble to figure out.
The one thing he was satisfied with was that this time, the system had marked each target with distance and a directional pointer—perfect for someone like him who was terrible with directions and bad at social interaction.
As for the firefight several kilometers away at the missile testing site? That had nothing to do with the King of Slacking.
Middle East.
Town of Sayar.
With the government weak and incompetent, the anti-government militia had grown unchecked, and the shadow of war had spread to surrounding areas.
RATATATATA—
The sound of a mounted heavy machine gun shattered the morning calm. The roar of military jeeps, the frenzied shouts of armed men, and the screams of civilians blended into chaos.
"Damn it! Women and kids go in this truck! Men go in that one! Anyone who resists—drag 'em out and shoot them!!"
A bearded sub-leader snarled, kicking a male civilian in the chest. The man curled up in pain, several ribs likely broken.
Over a hundred armed militants descended on the small town of a thousand residents like wolves among sheep, brazenly abducting people and looting property.
Women were to be used as playthings, men worked to death as slaves, and children either trained as fighters or thrown into labor camps. To them, people were simply resources for war.
"Please… don't kill my father! Don't—!"
A family was torn apart by brute force. Children and women cried and screamed as they were dragged by the hair toward trucks, like pigs in a market, while the men were forced to their knees to await execution.
"Damn, there's always a few stubborn ones… but this haul is good! Hahaha! When we get back, I'll reward you well!"
The bearded leader laughed with excitement.
"Oh? So this is the place?"
Saitama looked curiously at the buildings around him. The mission display showed he had reached the target area. As his gaze swept across people, information appeared above their heads:
Isaiah Healy
Identity: Resident of Sayar
Justice Value: 2
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Nick Heard
Identity: Resident of Sayar
Justice Value: 1
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Kurt Mosby
Identity: Member of Laza Armed Group
Justice Value: -4
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Elton Martin
Identity: Sub-leader of Laza Armed Group
Justice Value: -5
…
"Guess saving these residents should do it," Saitama thought as he walked up to the bearded man marked as "sub-leader."
"You're their boss? Do me a favor—let these people go and take your men out of here."
"Huh?!"
The bearded man, Martin, who had been counting his spoils, froze for a moment before exploding in rage. He pulled out his pistol.
"Shit! Who the hell are you? And how did you slip past my men? Get him out of here now!"
"Boss, let me just kill this one first—"
The armed man holding a gun to a kneeling civilian's head grumbled and was about to pull the trigger—
BANG—
A loud crack rang out, and he saw a twisted piece of metal fly past his eyes. Instinctively, he looked down—
"AAAAHHHHH!"
A scream like a slaughtered pig tore through the air. His gun arm had exploded into a cloud of blood, and the twisted hunk of metal was his own weapon.
Martin, still pointing his pistol at Saitama, was stunned. He could have sworn the bald guy in the yellow jumpsuit and white cape had just made a flicking motion—like skipping a pebble.
"Die!"
Perhaps to vent his fear, Martin roared—
BANG!
The powerful bark of a Browning pistol echoed, the bullet spiraling through the air with a visible heat shimmer trailing from the muzzle flash.
The Browning, one of the top pistols of the era, could punch through 3mm of steel or a 10cm brick wall—its close-range damage rivaled that of a large-caliber rifle.
Unfortunately for him, things didn't go as planned.
CLANG—
The bullet struck Saitama's forehead dead-on, producing a tiny burst of sparks. The ricochet hit a nearby militant square in the chest. He looked down at the blood welling up from the wound before collapsing like a sack of rocks.
(End of Chapter)
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