"Saitama? You're not even Betty's friend, are you?"
General Ross's voice was cold.
The last time he'd gone back, he'd run a search on Saitama, but there was no trace of him in the entire national population database. This so-called "friend of Betty" was completely fabricated.
Moreover, as a general, Ross had secretly arranged for people to keep an eye on—or rather, "protect"—his daughter Betty.
The battles last night—against the three mutant dogs, the Hulk, and Saitama—were, of course, reported by his men.
Because the deployment was rushed, his men hadn't brought cameras. In this era, portable video recorders were still rare.
But from the descriptions of several hidden sentries, if Ross weren't standing here now looking at the half-destroyed house himself, he wouldn't have believed such a creature existed—one that could rival the Hulk.
And in his eyes, Saitama was even more dangerous than Banner.
Because… Saitama had terrifying strength, yet was unnervingly calm.
"I wasn't before, but now… maybe, barely. Why? You need something from me?"
Saitama picked up a sandwich, spread some ketchup on it, and spoke with his mouth half-full.
Betty was the man's daughter—if she'd been taken away, it wasn't really his place to interfere.
But if they were here to cause him trouble, that was another matter.
"I need you to cooperate and come with me, Saitama," Ross said forcefully, signaling to his men.
Swish!
Two tranquilizer darts hit Saitama in the neck.
Given the special target, they'd used enough sedative to drop an elephant instantly.
Crack—
To their shock, the reinforced needles shattered into pieces and fell to the floor. Saitama's neck didn't even have a scratch, let alone a puncture wound.
"Execute Plan B!"
Ross's face darkened. He hadn't expected Saitama's defense to be so monstrous. He quickly backed away.
Gas grenades rained down.
The soldiers wore gas masks and ignored the choking smoke. Mixed in were special rounds—tranquilizers, hallucinogens, and more.
Soon, the whole house was shrouded in a thick, acrid haze.
"Sigh… Can't even eat breakfast in peace. Such a hassle."
Saitama held his breath. Truthfully, his body was long immune to all poisons—after breaking his limiter, he was getting stronger every moment.
"Is it done? I'm starting to think he's made of iron."
"Even if he was, he couldn't withstand this gas. Move in and grab him!"
"Stay sharp, just in case—"
Boom—
Before the soldier could finish, he was sent flying through a wall like a cannonball.
A shadow moved quickly through the smoke, and every soldier it touched was hurled away.
"Open fire!!"
"Stop that monster!"
"Protect General Ross!!"
Gunfire roared, bullets raining down in a dense storm. The ricochets rang out with a crisp ding ding.
But to their horror…
Every bullet warped and fell harmlessly to the ground. They couldn't even tear Saitama's cape.
In less than ten seconds, all thirty to forty elite soldiers were on the ground, groaning.
Of course, Saitama had held back his strength—otherwise, it wouldn't have been just a light toss.
The thump of helicopter rotors filled the air.
Ross, having foreseen trouble, had already boarded one. His face was pale as he looked down.
Every soldier was down, not one still standing.
Only Saitama remained, looking up at him.
Bruce and Betty had been taken away by the two helicopters ahead, already far in the distance.
"What a monster! One Bruce was bad enough, and now a bald one! Get us out of here! Contact the Air Force and Army base—we need backup, heavy backup!!"
Ross roared, his mood in tatters.
Conventional weapons clearly couldn't take Saitama down—they'd need tanks and heavy artillery.
The helicopters pulled away fast. In just over ten seconds, Saitama's figure was nowhere to be seen.
Ross exhaled, the tension draining from him, his back soaked in cold sweat.
A creature that could flatten dozens of trained soldiers in seconds was no ordinary opponent.
But now that they had his coordinates, once the tanks and planes arrived, there'd be no escape.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead—then froze.
There was… someone sitting beside him.
"If your firepower is only at the level from just now, I suggest you put Bruce Banner down. That guy's more trouble than I am," Saitama said, still holding his half-eaten sandwich, offering the advice in good faith.
(End of Chapter)
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