Genos nodded seriously, "Understood, Senior. I will remember your teachings."
The two continued to patrol the street when they suddenly heard a passionate and enthusiastic speech coming from around the street corner ahead.
"Why must people work?!"
"Why can't we eat without money? Wouldn't it be better if everyone just shared what they had to eat?"
Allen and Genos followed the sound and saw a group of bald, burly men in identical black battle suits standing in formation in front of a department store supermarket named Picassa.
The bald, burly man leading them was giving a speech to the crowd, his battle suit slightly different with dark red flame spray paint, and it was also a size larger than those of his subordinates behind him.
"The rich are well-fed and warmly clothed, while the poor starve and freeze to death. What kind of freedom is there in such a world?!"
"Therefore, I want to change this world! Let those who want to work, work, and support everyone else. The Paradise Group, led by me, Hammerhead, will create this utopia!" Hammerhead shouted, raising his right hand with great passion.
Unfortunately, no one on the street paid them any attention. Various passersby didn't even bother to look, treating them as if they were mental patients who had escaped from some hospital and were causing a ruckus.
"Boss, it seems no one is listening to you," a subordinate behind Hammerhead whispered into his ear.
"What?! Damn it, these foolish masses!" He looked at the indifferent crowd in front of him with some annoyance, but quickly regained his composure.
"Let's go! First, we'll demolish the home of Zenil, the richest man in this city, to show them we're not joking."
Hammerhead led the members of the Paradise Group aggressively towards Zenil's mansion.
Their uniform steps and identical black battle suits stood out on the street, but passersby still ignored them.
Allen and Genos stood among the indifferent crowd, watching the scene with interest.
"Senior, do we need to stop them?" Genos looked at Allen, who was standing still, watching the show.
Allen observed the situation and shook his head, "Let's see what happens. These guys just look like ordinary people wearing reinforced suits; they don't pose a Monster disaster."
He couldn't deal with the Paradise Group now; he still needed them to lure out Speed-o-Sound Sonic.
Just then, a bald man in a yellow jumpsuit walked out of the supermarket, carrying a shopping bag. He curiously glanced at the Paradise Group's procession, then continued on his way as if nothing had happened.
"Hey! You, the bald one!" Hammerhead suddenly stopped and pointed at Saitama, shouting.
"Are you also a comrade who opposes work? Do you want to join our Paradise Group?"
Saitama blinked, "Huh? I just came to buy discounted eggs."
"Stop playing dumb!" Hammerhead strode towards Saitama, pointing at Saitama's bald head.
"A bald man like you, who doesn't work and just wanders around all day, isn't that exactly the kind of person we're looking for in the Paradise Group?"
Allen and Genos exchanged glances and quickly stepped forward.
"Hey, you guys can rebel all you want, but don't bother my friend," Allen and Genos stood in front of Saitama.
Hammerhead sized up the young man in a black combat suit in front of him, "Hmph, another busybody. Judging by your attire, could you be a Hero?"
"Why don't you think he's a Hero?" Allen pointed to Saitama, the Caped Baldy, beside him.
Hammerhead froze for a moment, then burst into laughter, "What a joke! How could this bald man be a Hero?!"
Saitama scratched his bald head, "Um... I actually am a Hero."
"Shut up! Stop trying to fool people here! Brothers, get him!" Hammerhead waved his hand as a signal.
The members of the Paradise Group immediately charged forward, fists swinging. Allen sighed, a bright green light flashing in his eyes.
A powerful Psychokinesis instantly erupted, sending all the charging Paradise Group members flying to the ground.
"Ow!"
"What happened?!"
"It hurts!"
The members of the Paradise Group fell scattered, lying on the ground and screaming in pain.
Hammerhead watched the scene in shock, "Who exactly are you?"
Allen clapped his hands, "I told you not to bother my friend. Genos, tie them up."
Genos nodded, shooting several metal ropes from his arm, tightly binding the members of the Paradise Group.
Saitama, carrying his shopping bag, scratched his head a bit sheepishly, "Actually, I could have handled it myself."
Allen smiled and patted Saitama's shoulder, "I know you could, but since we ran into it, we might as well lend a hand."
Just then, Hammerhead suddenly got up from the ground and pressed a button on his battle suit, "Damn it! You forced my hand!"
His battle suit suddenly expanded and deformed, his arms rapidly swelling into two giant metallic spheres.
"Hahahahaha! This is the latest model of reinforced battle suit! You're finished!"
Hammerhead laughed maniacally, swinging his giant metallic sphere arms and smashing them towards Allen and the others, "Let me show you the true power of a reinforced suit!"
Allen stood still, a hint of boredom in his eyes. Just as the metal spheres were about to hit him, Genos lunged forward, his mechanical arm sweeping with scorching flames, colliding with the massive metallic sphere arms.
"Boom!"
Amidst the violent clang of metal, Hammerhead was directly blasted away by Genos, crashing heavily into the wall across the street.
His reinforced suit smoked, and the metallic spheres on his arms were twisted and deformed.
"Damn it! How is this possible!" Hammerhead struggled to get up, his face full of disbelief.
Genos calmly retracted his mechanical arm, "Senior, do we need to continue the pursuit?"
Allen shook his head, "No need. We'll leave the rest to the police."
Just as Allen and the others were about to leave, Hammerhead crawled out of the wall, "Don't think this is over! Do you know how hard I worked to get this suit?!"
"You idiots don't understand its value, just watch me!" The flame spray paint on Hammerhead's body began to glow, and his muscles visibly swelled.
Hammerhead swung his arms wildly, creating a gust of wind. The metallic sphere arms generated an incredibly terrifying wind pressure as they spun at high speed.
"Spinning Attack! Let me show you true power!" Hammerhead roared, charging towards Allen and the others.
"This move..." Saitama's face was covered in black lines, 'I used to play with this when I was a kid.'
He stepped forward and grabbed Hammerhead's swinging arms. Saitama then threw a punch, shattering Hammerhead's battle suit.
Allen walked over and squatted down, looking at Hammerhead, "Can you talk properly now?"
Hammerhead gritted his teeth, "You Heroes don't understand! This society is too unfair!"
"Why are some people born with everything? Why do some people put in all their effort and still have nothing?!"
Allen looked at him calmly, "I understand what you're saying, but your power is too weak to change the world."
Hammerhead lay on the ground, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, "You Heroes! You don't understand the suffering of ordinary people! You are just the running dogs of these capitalists!"
Allen sighed, stood up, and looked at Genos, "Call the police. Let them handle the aftermath."
Indeed, Heroes had now become a tool for some high-ranking officials in the Association to accumulate wealth, and even to eliminate rivals.
But... what Hammerhead couldn't do, didn't mean he couldn't do it.
He was well aware of how corrupt the Hero Association was. When Allen's strength was sufficient, he would personally eliminate these parasites one by one!
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