To "reform," you need supporters at the very least!
So where do supporters come from?
In the "original plot," why did the Hero Killer get a certain degree of recognition, and why did so many "copycat criminals" appear later?
Was it because of his appearance? Absolutely not.
Or was it his ideology? That's a possibility.
So what was the most crucial reason?
It's simple: because he not only attacked some pro heroes but also killed many criminals.
That's right, Stain yearned for true heroes, so he "arrogantly" used his own standards to measure others. Those who didn't meet his standards became his prey. As for the criminals?
Would a person who yearned for "true heroes" allow these people to exist? In the end, what he yearned for was "light," but because of his obsessive ideology, he completely fell into "darkness." As a result, he started a chaotic era. Countless people began to think about the meaning of a "hero" because of his views, and he became a "cornerstone."
Of course, these are just conclusions given from a bystander's god's-eye view. In the current situation, his mercilessness toward criminals added a lot of positive points to his image, and that's the reality.
Just as Lancer once complained: When facing a dangerous enemy, why is it necessary to guarantee their safety? Even at the cost of sacrificing the lives of some pro heroes?
Perhaps the official reason given is that criminals also have the right to a fair trial, and they can also be reformed.
But human beings are creatures who claim to be rational but are actually more emotional. The so-called rules are meant to restrain that excessive emotionality.
This contradictory personality made the "Hero Killer" gain a certain number of supporters, especially among teenagers in their impulsive years.
And what he did was a good "reference" for Lancer.
Lancer attacked the Metropolitan Police Department to find information and, incidentally, to make his persona of the "undead of the old era" appear for the first time. But there is no doubt that by attacking an official organization, he, although he had temporarily made a name for himself, had done so with a bad reputation.
But just as a certain "Kami-sama" said, a bad impression and a good impression can be mutually converted.
Of course, the prerequisite is to have an "opportunity"!
And Lancer held this "opportunity" in his hand!
His original plan was to go to the police station to find the culprit who trampled on All Might's efforts and created the current twisted society, but unfortunately, these files were not kept. However, he did find some information on "criminals." There is no doubt that these were Lancer second targets.
And among them, one person was targeted by Lancer: Muscular.
Perhaps many people are unfamiliar with this name, and so was Lancer. But after looking through his files, he remembered everything.
The first time he appeared was during the forest training camp a few months ago, where he attacked Izuku Midoriya. Through Izuku, the boy he was protecting, Kota Izumi, revealed what he had done.
The murderer who killed the hero duo "Water Hose" years ago was him. However, he had been at large for a while. As for now, he was active in some gray areas, and the pro heroes couldn't go and arrest him, which made him live a "comfortable" life.
But...
"A gray area? Heroes will be concerned, but I won't."
He created an ice "clone" as usual and left his phone as "evidence." Then he started to move, and it wasn't until he arrived at this small town by the sea that he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Phew~ It's been a while since I smelled this smell... The smell of scum."
There is no doubt how eye-catching a man in armor is in a modern city, not to mention that he had just been on TV before. Many people surrounded Lancer, pointing and talking, but no one took the initiative to provoke Lancer. After all, in this small town on the gray border, no one was clean. The reason they gathered here was more for "survival." No matter how fierce they looked, they couldn't change the fact that they were losers who were driven out of the city by pro heroes.
And being able to appear here at least meant one thing: the other party at least had some brains and knew when to act tough and when to tuck his tail between his legs.
Real villains are not those fierce-looking people who have "I'm a bad guy" written on their faces. At most, they are thugs or minions. Those who can make a name for themselves at least have some discerning eyes.
And Lancer went directly to the biggest bar here. According to the limited information he had collected, this seemed to be the territory of a small local gang, and according to police speculation, Muscular was likely to have some connection with this place.
When he pushed open the door of the bar, a middle-aged man had already walked toward him.
"Can I help you with anything?"
He had a perfect business smile, giving people the impression of an ordinary salesperson, if you ignored his obvious mechanical prosthetic arm. Of course, these had nothing to do with him.
"Yes, I'm looking for a man named 'Muscular.'"
The other party didn't react to Lancer simple way of speaking at all. He even made an international hand gesture for money.
Normally, Lancer wouldn't actively cause trouble unless he encountered things he couldn't tolerate, but the problem was that his purpose for coming here this time was to cause trouble. As for flushing out the snake? The other party had nowhere to run, and as long as he was still here, he would be able to dig him out!
And more importantly, he could act recklessly here. Although not everyone here was as vicious as Muscular, there were not many people in this era who had killed people and killed heroes. Even fewer were able to get away with it, and most were permanently detained or simply secretly executed.
But even if they couldn't compare to Muscular, they weren't good people either, so he didn't have to worry about collateral damage, for example...
"Bang!!"
With a huge crash, an attacker who tried to ambush him slammed into the wall.
"It seems that the police's information is still reliable..."
As Lancer said something that was either a complaint or a sigh, many people came out from inside the bar, and among them was his target: Muscular!
"Are you looking for me? Is there something you need?"
As if he didn't care about the attacker or the obviously malicious gang members behind him, Muscular looked at Lancer with a ferocious smile, and Lancer also chuckled for a few seconds with his deliberately hoarse voice, and then...
"Of course, I plan to kill you."
To taunt someone in their own lair, you would usually have to be either a madman or a powerful person with absolute strength. But Muscular, who was called "the closest to All Might in terms of physical strength," let out a contemptuous laugh.
"You want to kill me? Then come on! I'll show you this power that is second only to All Might's!"