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"Snapped!"

The mature and elegant female spirit clapped her hands: "Oh my gosh~~"

"What~"

Xiangzi had a bad feeling.

"I wasted a precious Command Seal, so now I only have two left."

"ha--?!"

The girl's voice echoed through the night sky.

.......

"I see. Command Seals are the forceful contracts that bind Servants."

"It's a pity that clear orders are needed; this kind of ambiguity is a complete waste."

"A half-baked amateur, Tohsaka Shoko."

A group of people covered their faces.

So it's not just that they messed up, they were only half-baked.

You actually dare to participate in the Holy Grail War?

Are you really not afraid of death?

.......

"A Servant has been summoned?"

"Yeah, she's a super cool older sister. And over here?"

The people on this side immediately beamed with joy.

"Let me tell you, this Yukinoshita Doku is no ordinary person either. He's also a magician, and his enhancement magic is quite amazing. He also has a foundation in swordsmanship. He seems to be at least a level above us."

The Tohsaka otaku came over but didn't say anything.

Not only was she skilled in gem magic, but the young girl was also incredibly adept at Bajiquan (Eight Extremities Fist).

Once the enhancement magic is activated, he transforms into a muscular demon on the spot, shattering the earth and shattering the void with his fists—it's incredibly powerful.

Unfortunately, it seems the Servants don't take it too seriously either...

"Then you guys keep an eye on it, we'll just take a look around."

Hehe, making a fortune secretly.

.....

new York.

He moved silently to the window, seemingly blending into the darkness, and quietly looked out the window.

Five of the world's most powerful Apache attack helicopters could be seen circling in the sky above the building.

There were two or three other houses on one side of the building, and several people wearing exoskeletons were pointing rockets at this place from the opposite building.

Downstairs, armored vehicles blocked off all the roads, completely surrounding the area.

"Is it really necessary...?"

He murmured to himself.

I was just exposing my penis in the street.

From the initial police car chases, to the special response force, then to the counter-terrorism force, and now it's the military.

That's an exaggeration.

Of course, he also knew that it was probably because of his exposed abilities.

But if things go like this, how is he going to get to Fuyuki? It seems like the Holy Grail War is about to begin.

Volume 1: Chapter 103 Kazuma: Oh no, it's my sister-in-law!

new York.

Inside the building surrounded by the army.

"Oh no, how can we possibly win this? We have to find a way to break through..."

In a blind spot, Kazuma was deep in thought.

Although he fears no one when it comes to firepower, especially in the city, a single shot from his modified revolver can tear apart any armor.

But the problem is that he's just a human, not a machine; he can't be invulnerable.

Speed ​​is the same; it's meaningless in the face of a dense barrage of fire.

Even more terrifying are the Hellfire missiles carried by those Apache attack helicopters.

In the face of those missiles, your people and your bunkers are just as ridiculous; they'll tear you to shreds on the spot.

The reason they haven't opened fire yet is simply because the other side wants to capture him alive...

"Damn it, if only I had a superior as strong as my superior, no, even one percent or one thousandth would be fine."

"Those few people and those few weapons are nothing."

Unfortunately, what was a speck of dust that his superiors wouldn't even glance at was a mountain that could crush a man to death for him.

"Let's give it our all..."

Kazuma's eyes turned cold, and he was just about to risk his life when he suddenly felt a sharp pain on the back of his hand.

The scarlet marks on it began to flash.

Moreover, the flashing wasn't random; it followed a certain pattern, as if...

Morse code?!

Kazuma's expression turned serious. "Morse code? That's quite a clever idea, but..."

(╯‵□′)╯︵┻━┻！！

Cheating!

Who understands this?

Does Kazuma Sato seem like someone who understands these high-end gadgets?

Kazuma breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "Hachigaya and Kiyotaka have come to rescue your godfather. Really, it's too late..."

He had discovered it long ago: once he aimed in a certain direction, the engravings on the back of his hand would light up.

This is likely the method used by Chaldea investigators to confirm each other's directions.

He was in prison at the time and couldn't get out at all; those capitalists were completely inhuman.

He's only affecting the city's appearance; it's not like he's been murdered and let off the hook. They're just exploiting him like cattle.

Oh no, cattle and horses are private property and are taken very good care of.

They're not even as good as cattle or horses.

However, if it weren't for that freakish guy with ill intentions, he probably would have had to wait another day to escape.

Thinking of that bunch of gay guys in prison, and their real faces are a bit green.

It is well known that East Asian men generally have more delicate skin than European and American women.

Kazuma was still a young boy, which led to a night raid that night. He killed two people and was immediately put in solitary confinement and then subjected to electric shock.

He finally managed to kill several prison guards and wipe out the drug dealers who were raping young girls before breaking out of prison.

Although the consequences were severe, I had a good time.

The most important thing he learned from Commander Rosser was: the most important thing in life is to be happy. Be happy first, and everything else will fall into place!

so.....

A burst of azure arcs of electricity erupted, and the blue circuitry on his limbs suddenly spread, boosting his physical strength several times over.

moment.

His arm seemed to swell up, and he grabbed the concrete wall with one claw, chiseling out a handful of stones, which he then threw out forcefully.

At extreme speeds, the sound barrier was torn apart, the air evaporated and cooled rapidly, creating a cone-shaped sonic boom cloud, with only three or five streaks of fire visible streaking across the sky.

With the force of the explosion, the shoe he had stolen from his intact right foot burst open, shattering the ground as well. The concrete slab then let out a mournful cry as it could no longer hold on, and terrifying cracks spread rapidly.

Boom boom boom!

The air currents surged.

Without even looking at the results.

Using this force, he was launched almost simultaneously with the throwing of the stone.

Under extreme acceleration, the surrounding air became viscous, emitting a sharp and piercing gust of air.

As if teleported, he appeared ten meters away in 0.05 seconds.

He stepped on the concrete slab and paused for a moment, then appeared in front of the wall twenty meters away.

He shielded his head with his arms, and his whole body crashed into the air like a high-speed train.

Time seemed to slow down, and the walls began to crack and dent visibly before finally exploding with a deafening roar.

The turbulent air currents of debris raged, transforming into projectiles that pierced into the walls on all sides.

The steel bars inside the wall were deformed and torn apart, and he actually crashed through the load-bearing wall and impacted the building next door.

It's only been 0.3 seconds since he broke out.

The blonde woman and the bald boss, who were both cuddling and kissing in the small company's office, didn't even realize what was happening.

He had already pounced on the two of them and pinned them to the ground, then kicked up the heavy ironwood desk of Deabi, which weighed over a thousand pounds.

Almost at the same time.

Three fist-sized gaps were torn open in the armor of an Apache helicopter by a pebble, and the pilot's head and upper body were blown off by the sonic bomb thrown by Kazuma, with blood and flesh splattering all over the cabin.

Even the tail section of the aircraft, weighing over ten tons, was blasted apart by stones as if fired from a heavy cannon, and it spun directly towards the ground.

Meanwhile, another Apache helicopter fired an anti-tank missile while its pilot was in a state of panic.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!!!"

Three shots, same as before.

In the terrifying explosion, the entire building trembled, and the three people on the ground, who weighed several hundred pounds combined, were even thrown more than ten centimeters off the ground.

The shockwave swept across, engulfing everything in the empty building behind them. Even all the glassware in the offices on this side of the gap shattered instantly, including the employees' workspace in front of the boss's office.

Everyone collapsed to the ground, bleeding from their noses and mouths, their fate unknown.

The man and woman beneath him, the bald capitalist underneath, had his internal organs completely rotten, spilling from his mouth and nose; he was utterly dead.

The blonde, busty woman in the middle is still breathing, but she's suffering from severe internal bleeding. Hopefully, an ambulance will arrive.

However, Kazuma only paused for a second to mourn, without any mental strain, and then turned and ran.

Kazuma's heart was still pounding, and his limbs were sore and numb from the impact, feeling like they were falling apart.

Modern weapons are terrifying. Even anti-tank missiles can blast through armor plates equivalent to 70 or 80 centimeters of average steel.

Just those three shots... The interior of the building next door is already dilapidated and considered a dangerous building.

That's too harsh.

"Hachiman, how are you going to pay me back for what you owe me?"

Kazuma looked at his thighs and calves with grief and indignation.

If his legs were intact, with the added advantage of being sixth in Chaldea Group A, he would have become the strongest of the three.

With his defensive magic activated, and given his mobility, he definitely has a chance to break through head-on.

But there's nothing that can be done about the calves and thighs.