Imagine that scene. You have to understand me...
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The blazing sun hung high in the sky—
Tall buildings stood beneath the sunlight as two ghostlike figures flashed across their rooftops and vanished in an instant. Both were moving at extreme speed; forget ordinary people—even heroes might not have been able to catch sight of them.
Yet the bustling heart of Z-City felt strangely empty and silent. There was not a soul in sight. A gentle breeze swept through the streets, stirring none of the skirts that should have been everywhere in summer, only startling a few stray cats.
This was one of the benefits brought by the Hero Association. Ever since its early warning system had been established, civilians could often evacuate disaster zones in time and head to shelters under the guidance of designated personnel.
It could only be said that the Hero Association's existence had indeed reduced the casualties among innocent residents.
Whoosh—!
A sharp whistle cut through the air as Saitama landed squarely in the middle of the street. Looking at the deserted road, he immediately turned to Wu Biao. "Take a look. Which way is it?"
Unlike Wu Biao, Saitama could be considered an utterly unconventional sort. When it came to sensing monster auras, he might not even have been as good as certain ordinary people with strong sixth senses.
Basically, if a monster was just one street away and didn't make any noise, this