In a crossover anime, do you believe that a machine spirit can defeat a fake human?

Although Yotsuya's mother did obtain a gun license and undergo two days of shooting training, she was primarily responsible for maintaining the rifle because she hadn't yet learned to shoot.

After applying the gun oil, Yotsuya paused for a moment, reassembled the rifle, and then silently stared blankly at the silver revolver.

Speaking of which, I saw on the forum this morning that some places have already been flooded.

She looked out the window at the heavy rain, which had formed a stream-like flow on the street.

Well, the detached house I chose when I bought it is on high ground, so it should be fine... right?

He opened and closed the cylinder of the revolver, fiddling with it aimlessly.

The phone on the table vibrated twice. She picked it up and glanced at it. It was a short video of a genius that Yui had sent her.

When I clicked on it, I saw a penguin performing a stand-up comedy routine.

......

My clothes for staying at home consist of a loose-fitting oversized T-shirt and a pair of sheer tights.

She deliberately pulled her collar to one side slightly, creating some small wrinkles that subtly revealed her collarbone below her neck.

The hem of the T-shirt covered the lower body, revealing most of the thighs. Near the knees, the fibers of the pantyhose were stretched thinner, revealing the warm color of the skin underneath.

The weight shifted slightly to one side, causing the hem of the T-shirt to wrinkle in a few places, and the edge of the pantyhose wrapped around the upper thighs was faintly visible.

She leaned against the headboard, curled up her other leg, and lightly placed her toes on the sheets, her toes curling up as if unconsciously tense out of shame.

The background is a cozy room, with a sky full of dark clouds visible through half-drawn curtains.

"...Does my senior send me a photo every day?"

Chen Yi was stuck on the design of the omnidirectional robotic arm when he saw someone send him a message, so he decided to relax for a while.

Then he saw the pictures sent by Kasumigaoka.

"Senior, if you want to chat, just say so. You don't need to send these kinds of messages every time."

Chen Yi typed a reply with a hint of helplessness.

As everyone knows, he's a decent person.

"Is that so? The commander's gaze lingered on that photo for a full sixteen seconds, so the credibility of that statement is less than one-tenth."

Krueger sabotages things.

"..."

"I was just thinking about the purpose of Kasumigaoka," Chen Yi offered a weak defense.

What's that junior doing?

They completely ignored Chen Yi's previous statement.

Chen Yi casually took a picture of the computer screen and sent it over.

'at work.'

"This hydraulic rod seems to be faulty. Do you have a spare?" Rio Futaba emerged from behind the computer screen, holding a power output module that she had removed from the robot.

She volunteered to take charge of debugging and checking the hidden problems of the robot after it was assembled, and she and Chen Yi squeezed into the study and divided the work in an orderly manner.

"It seems to be in a box on the third shelf," Chen Yi replied after thinking for a moment.

His house isn't big enough to fit machine tools, so he usually just buys extra of the same model as spares to avoid unplanned losses due to discrepancies in part specifications.

'That's really impressive.'

"How's the writing of the latest volume going, senior? Is it going well?"

'It didn't go very smoothly, because the male lead's handling of relationships didn't quite meet my expectations...'

Kasumigaoka frankly admitted.

Emotional handling...

"I'm sorry, I'm really not familiar with this area, so you'll have to rely on yourself. Good luck!"

Chen Yi said he was unable to help.

Actually, I think my junior can also help, Kasumigaoka thought to himself. In the brief chat just now, the stagnant plot had a new direction.

'Okay, then I won't bother you any longer. After the typhoon passes, come with me out for a stroll!'

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Typhoon Season: Chapter 141 Blockade

Is there a power outage?

Rio Futaba, still half asleep, got up to use the bathroom and touched the light switch, but nothing happened.

She glanced at the wall clock in the living room; it showed a little past seven.

It's already morning.

Rio Futaba paused for a moment, her dazed mind clearing up a little.

Is it...morning now?

She went to the living room and drew back the curtains. Outside, the world was engulfed in a raging storm, a scene resembling the end of the world.

During the day, the city receives no sunlight, and the cumulonimbus clouds are at least ten kilometers thick.

Rio Futaba groped her way back to her bedroom in the dark, pulled out her phone, and tried to receive signals from the outside world.

Once the screen is unlocked, messages flood in like snowflakes.

"Extreme weather forecast, fake human sighting forecast..."

Thankfully, at least the signal is normal.

She swiped down to bring up the status bar, switched her phone to power-saving mode, and fumbled for a candle in the dark in the living room.

"The water hasn't been cut off..." When the tap was turned on, water was flowing normally from the pipes, but it smelled strange.

Did the water purification system also lose power? How could that be...?

Futaba returned to her room, pulled a case of bottled water from under the bed, and placed it in a prominent position in the living room.

After thinking for a moment, she went back to her room, took out her USB drive from the bedside table, and carried it close to her body to give herself a little more peace of mind.

The strong wind was violently shaking the glass panel, making people feel uneasy.

"The key to the basement... has been found."

After opening the door to the basement, Shuangye carried in bottled water, dry food, and other items. Then, using her phone's light, she started the diesel generator in the dark.

Futaba returned to the first floor, the living room lights came on, and the room returned to its cozy state.

"Clap."

She turned off the living room lights, walked straight to the dining table, and picked up the landline phone.

"We can't reach the property security..."

After trying to make several calls to different numbers on the landline without getting through, Futaba immediately realized that things were probably not going well.

Back on the second floor, Futaba slightly pulled back the curtains and used binoculars to observe the other villas. Without exception, they were all silent, without any light.

On the streets, apart from the torrential rain and the rising water level, there were no obvious signs of life.

This is good news, meaning that the pseudo-humans are not active in this area.

Futaba drew the curtains back up, briefly planned what she needed to bring, and moved everything one by one into the basement.

After finishing, she hid in the basement and locked the door.

There is a rugged computer in the basement, connected to a thick data cable on the basement's power switch, which monitors the status of all the appliances in the house and displays surveillance footage.

Rio Futaba turned on the screen of her rugged computer and quickly checked the surveillance footage, but found no obvious signs of dummy activity.

After confirming that she was safe again, she slowly relaxed.

I opened my phone, instinctively wanting to ask Chen Yi how things were going, but then I suddenly stopped.

"It was just out of concern from a friend."

After hesitating for a long time, I finally couldn't muster the courage.

......

"Sugiyama, prepare a will and leave it at your desk. Come with me to the munitions area later." Takeda came out of the office and put on his coat.

The previously lively discussion in the office suddenly froze.

"What happened?" Sugiyama, who was sitting at his workstation watching the rain, snapped out of his reverie, put the cigarette he had just taken out back into the pack, and without hesitation, pulled out a piece of draft paper from the draft paper on the table and borrowed a pen from the colleague next to him.

"Near the villa area of ​​Hanamigawa, there is said to be a large-scale pseudo-human mutation. The two of us are quite familiar with that area, so the higher-ups sent us there to be guides for 'Titan' PMC."

As he spoke, Takeda took the pack of cigarettes from Sugiyama's table, pulled out the one that Sugiyama hadn't completely put back in, took out a lighter from his pocket, lit it, and took a couple of puffs.

As wisps of smoke rose, Takeda let out a long sigh of relief.

“I don’t need to write it. Anyway, there’s no one left in the family. I remember you have a younger sister, right? Just give her my share of the pension too, so that Commissioner Sato won’t have to take kickbacks every day.”

"No matter how much you pursue her, my little sister won't agree. She's only in high school," Sugiyama said with a laugh.

“Who said I was going to pursue your sister? Can’t I treat her as my goddaughter?” Takeda raised an eyebrow.

"You still want to be my father?" Sugiyama roared in anger.

“Let’s each call ourselves our own thing. You call me Dad, and I’ll call you Sugiyama. Isn’t that a good match?”

I asked where it would be appropriate.

Sugiyama hastily wrote his suicide note, placed it under his coffee cup, and returned the pen to his colleague sitting next to him.

"Let's go." Sugiyama stood up, snatched the cigarette that Takeda hadn't finished smoking, and stubbed it out in the ashtray.

Everyone else in the office stood up and saluted.

......

"...I'll ask one more time, is it just to be a guide?" Sugiyama, sitting in the passenger seat of the off-road vehicle, asked again to confirm.

"Does the higher-ups expect two police officers like us, who don't even have grenade launchers, to take down that giant mutated humanoid?" Takeda retorted irritably.

As the car left the underground parking garage, the windshield was instantly flooded by the dense rain.

The windshield wipers struggled in vain, constantly swinging but still making it difficult to see the road surface.

The headlights came on, and I could barely make out a little bit in the dim environment.

"Damn it, I should have just taken a speedboat..." Takeda cursed.

"Why didn't you turn around when you saw that curtain of rain just after we came out of the underground parking garage! Besides, if you were driving a speedboat, you might have run aground on the road." Sugiyama hugged the Scar-H and quickly planned a route using the rugged ECU.

"The road ahead is flooded. Remember to turn right when you reach the intersection."

The SUV sped up to 180 km/h, racing through the city streets, and the spray it kicked up almost covered half of the side windows.

Where are they waiting?

Sugiyama asked.

"Frequency 355.44, ask yourself," Takeda replied, then braked sharply, drifted around the right bend, and hit a pedestrian crossing the road in the rain.

"Here you go." Sugiyama rummaged through the car drawer and pulled out a strip of pills, broke off two pills, and put one of them into the other person's mouth.

"Turn left at the intersection and go straight across the bridge before it gets flooded. Then just keep going straight. Hanamigawa Ward is on higher ground, so don't worry about deep water." Sugiyama placed the computer in front of the windshield, turned on the high-powered spotlight on the roof, unbuckled his seatbelt, and climbed to the back.

He lifted the dome, poked half his body out into the downpour, and used the vehicle-mounted machine gun to fire at the birdmen who tried to fly closer.

"How dare these idiots come out in this kind of environment?!"

The car shook violently, and Sugiyama couldn't help but curse.

"Come back, we've rounded the bend!" Takeda shouted a warning, then jerked the steering wheel sharply.

After another sharp turn, Sugiyama instinctively grabbed the handles with both hands, resisting the inertia.

"I can hold it, don't worry!" As Sugiyama opened his mouth, icy rainwater poured into his throat. He struggled to raise his hand and gripped the machine gun handle again.

The SUV quickly crossed the bridge and disappeared into the downpour without slowing down.