I am the Strongest! ***SUBJECT TO MAJOR REVISION***

Chapter 5

From a distance, Brandon's BRDM-2 is seen zooming through the Northernmost part of Valean waters, converting the calmness of the ocean into a wake zone. With a slight rocking of the tip of the amphibious armored car, Saitama is sitting on his spot, a map flatly laid down on the makeshift table. 

"Oh! There's this red area labeled as "Forever Fall!" I wonder what it actually looks like... Maybe sakura-like or something?" The Caped Baldy questions.

"Sounds like a plan," he said as he signals on his right hand to sit next to him. Saitama points out the said forest on the map and reminds their current location since their escape.

"Got to think of it..." He returns his eyes back through the windshield. "That wasn't a silent escape."

"Dude, you made the water behind you flying when you floored the pedal!" Saitama responds. 

"And I have a good speculation that somebody is spying over us. One of which..."

He raises his right hand a little in the air and visibly shakes, as if he is grabbing something, because he is. When a certain item floats towards and lands on his open hand, he inspects what it is. "A tracking device."

Without hesitation, he crushed it, letting go of the crumbled parts and pieces down the metal floor. He commences on scanning their ordinary radius using the radar connected to a display in front of the dashboard, which covers a good 10-kilometer radius, searching for any intercepting vehicle or aircraft that is secretly chasing their tail. 

"Got one in our tail!" He shouts as he diverts his eyes from the screen back to the front of the amphibious car. "If they are attempting to communicate with us, too bad the equipment here is outdated."

Then, another beep... after beep... after beep. Two aircrafts and two speedboats, to be exact. 

Now informed about the latest danger, Saitama stands up from his seat and scouts behind them.

"They got us at the same speed, dude!" He remarked. 

"Boat or aircraft?" The helmet boi is trying to confirm.

"Both!" He responds.

Pausing for a moment as they continues on ripping through the water, Brandon shouts, "Take the wheel."

"What?" is all he muttered.

"Take the damn wheel!" He repeats. 

Saitama takes one last glance at the small window behind them before proceeding on taking their turn behind the wheel. Tinkering on the buttons full of singular numbers, he opened a door to reveal... three torpedoes mounted in a horizontal orientation. 

"Glue your eyes on the wheel," noticed Brandon to Saitama, who swiftly did as ordered. He takes a deep breath, quickly puts the visor up, and carries one, making him grunt in release of the remaining excess carbon dioxide in his lungs.

Because of its weight, when he slightly dropped the torpedo, the amphibious car sank a little, taking the driver aback by the sudden downward movement. "That sure is heavy!"

"I'd rather not get attention from their media than to do some flashy shit," he replied. "As much as I want to use our powers, I'm afraid we can't do that because of the possibility of media exposure. And I hate every second of it."

"Getting flashbacks on that?" He asks politely.

"Never experienced it, but I don't want to in the first place," the helmet boi responds. Saitama slightly expects a harsh answer from him since his backstory is more than brutal, but seems like he took it lightly.