"First, an introduction for everyone. I am Sitch, the director of the Hero Association's 'Earth is Doomed Emergency Response Team'," Sitch said, leaning on the table and scanning the room.
"I once again express my gratitude to those of you living in the shadows of society."
"Thank you for responding to our summons. I hope we can extend a little trust to each other. This is not a trap set by us; the few heroes present are merely my bodyguards."
"Hey, everyone, how about we just take over this headquarters right now?" Butcher Kahn laughed heartily.
The atmosphere in the conference room froze for a moment, then erupted into piercing laughter.
"You're right, I also want to kill a couple of heroes for fun."
"Hahahahahahaha!!!"
"Why should we help you, instead of turning to the 'demon' Allen you speak of?" a wanted criminal with an explosive head and a cross-shaped scar on his face said disdainfully.
"Because Allen wouldn't want a bunch of good-for-nothings like you," Sitch said coldly. "He only needs the strong, and you—" He looked around, "—are nothing but insignificant small fry."
The conference room instantly fell silent, everyone's expressions turning grim. Garou leaned back in his chair, watching the scene with interest.
"Don't be so quick to get angry," Sitch said, pressing another button. The projection switched to various files. "Allen's goal is to destroy the current order and establish a new world ruled by him. Do you think someone like him would tolerate unstable elements like you?"
Snake Woman Medusa narrowed her eyes: "Sounds like you're threatening us."
"No, I'm just stating facts," Sitch said, spreading his hands. "Allen has already joined forces with the Monster Association. If he succeeds, do you think he'll spare you former wanted criminals?"
Powder Keg Jack sneered: "You make it sound like your Hero Association is so noble."
"At least we follow rules," Sitch said calmly, "but Allen, he's gone mad."
"High-bounty wanted criminals, first-class assassins, and even escaped convicts. What exactly is Sitch planning by calling these people to headquarters?"
The hero speaking wore a uniquely styled top hat. The main body of the hat was a sober black, encircled by a silver-white band. His face was obscured by a strange eye mask, revealing only his chin. He was A-Class Rank 7—Magic Hand.
"Who cares what he's planning? A bunch of criminals actually dare to swagger in front of us. Is a mere Allen, a traitor to the Hero Association, worth us doing this?" The speaker was A-Class Hero Rank 5, Heavy Tank Fundoshi.
He had two exaggerated crescent-shaped mustaches, and his muscles were like bulging hills. At this moment, he looked displeased at the wanted criminals below. He never imagined that one day he, Fundoshi, a dignified A-Class Hero, would have to watch wanted criminals wander around in front of him.
"Why not just send us Allen's location? I will mercilessly burn him to ashes," A-Class Rank 6, Blue Flame, said fiercely.
"These three top A-Class Hero, in terms of combat power, are on par with S-Class. No idiot would dare to act presumptuously in front of them," Sitch thought, looking at the three A-Class Hero beside him, feeling a strong sense of security.
"Then I'll get to the point." He turned his gaze back to the wanted criminals below.
"Wait, where is Allen now? Give me the coordinates." A cold voice came from the conference room doorway. Everyone turned to look, only to see a man in a black bodysuit with long black hair leaning against the doorframe, toying with a few shurikens.
"Excuse me, we will explain these matters in detail later," Sitch said, narrowing his eyes and scrutinizing the uninvited guest at the door: "And you are?"
"Speed-o-Sound Sonic." Speed-o-Sound Sonic put away his shurikens and slowly walked into the conference room. "Allen and I have some personal grievances to settle."
He scanned the wanted criminals present, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes: "You think these small fry can deal with Allen? What a joke."
Powder Keg Jack slammed his hand on the table and stood up: "Who are you calling small fry?"
Sonic's figure flickered, instantly appearing behind Jack, a shuriken pressed against his neck: "Worthless trash like you who can't even see my movements."
The atmosphere in the conference room instantly became tense. Garou watched the scene with interest, his eyes under his silver hair gleaming with excitement.
"Enough!" Sitch snapped. "Now is not the time for infighting!"
Sonic snorted, put away his shuriken, and turned to Sitch: "So, Allen's location?"
Sitch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "We don't have definite information yet, only that he is with the Monster Association, and it's highly likely he's one of their high-ranking members."
"Monster Association?" Sonic narrowed his eyes. "Interesting."
He had once received a Monster Cell, which was the Monster Association trying to recruit him. Now it seemed like perhaps Allen was trying to recruit him?
He didn't expect Allen to not only be incredibly strong but also to see his, Speed-o-Sound Sonic's, potential. What a terrifying man.
Sonic's lips curved slightly, revealing a confident smile: "It seems Allen has pretty good taste."
He turned to Sitch, his finger lightly tapping the table: "Since Allen is with the Monster Association, I'll go directly there to find him. Tell me the Monster Association's location."
Sitch looked troubled: "That... we don't have definite intelligence on that yet."
"Useless," Sonic scoffed. "You can't even get that much information, and you talk about dealing with Allen?"
Powder Keg Jack suddenly interjected: "Hey, ninja kid, who do you think you are? You think you can infiltrate the Monster Association alone?"
Sonic didn't even look at him: "At least stronger than some good-for-nothings who can only set off fireworks."
"You!" Jack suddenly stood up, but was pulled back by Snake Woman Medusa beside him.
"Don't be impulsive," Medusa said with a chilling smile. "Let him go die."
Garou, who had been leaning back in his chair observing coldly, suddenly spoke: "Interesting. Sitch, you called us here just to watch this kind of farce?"
Sitch wiped the cold sweat from his forehead: "Of course not. We are currently devising a meticulous plan..."
"A plan?" Garou sneered. "With this ragtag bunch?"
The atmosphere in the conference room became tense again. Magic Hand lightly tapped his cane: "Everyone, calm down. Our common enemy right now is Allen."
Heavy Tank Fundoshi crossed his arms and said gruffly: "If you ask me, just sending a few of us A-Class Hero is enough. Why bother with these criminals?"
Blue Flame nodded: "Exactly. No matter how strong Allen is, he's just one person."
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