Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

Franda, who had already stood up completely, held down her beret with one hand, and her eyes were fixed on Haramura Makoto like a falcon staring at its prey.

When she said this, her tone was quite contemptuous.

After all, in her opinion, everything is the same.

Nothing is more important than life. Only when life is there can we continue.

So in order to save her own life, she would do anything.

That's why she couldn't understand the choice made by Haramura Makoto.

"Self-esteem?"

"It's nothing of the kind."

Haramura Makoto also stood up slowly. His eyes were calm, revealing no other emotions, but his words did reveal a complete coldness that could freeze one's heart.

"I just don't think it's necessary. It's just not necessary."

"I appreciate your kindness to us, but my subordinates trust me very much. I can't treat them as consumables that can be consumed at any time."

"And just like I said, the Anbu are nothing but psychics."

"It's not worth our while to beg for mercy."

As soon as Haramura Makoto finished speaking, Frenda, as if performing magic, actually took out a white object that looked like a handle-shaped remote control directly from her hip-length skirt with her hand.

"Remote-controlled bomb."

"When I came into this room, I had already placed bombs in many locations."

"You don't think I would step into the base camp of an enemy who might turn against me without any preparation."

"Now let me take Fremea away."

It was shaped like a handle, with a red protruding button on it, which was being held tightly by Franda, with her thumb tightly gripping the protrusion.

It was just such a thing, such a petite girl, but she posed such a threat to Haramura Makoto.

Haramura Makoto looked at her calmly. Faced with this absolutely critical situation, after a few seconds, the corners of his mouth actually lifted up.

"You know, I'm a very cautious person."

"From the beginning, I was very clear that the positioning of 'Leo' was a thorn in the eyes of many people."

"So I will definitely do my best to protect where I can."

It was like a replica of the action just now, but of course he didn't take out a remote control from under his skirt like Frenda did, but Haramura Makoto took it out of his pocket.

Franda's intuition honed from years on the battlefield made her feel that something seemed a little wrong.

So she naturally couldn't just sit there and wait for death. Things on the battlefield changed rapidly and she had to make a decision at the right time.

Just press your finger!

"For example, I have placed enough signal blockers on every floor."

"How is it? It can't be detonated."

That calm and indifferent face seemed okay just now, but now it looks so hateful. Why?

He pressed it several more times viciously.

But the expected reaction and explosion did not appear.

"So you, now you, have anything that can threaten me?"

(Angry…)

Flanda's white teeth were gnashing so hard that the remote control in her hand was thrown heavily to the ground like trash.

"In the end, you thought you won, didn't you?"

Obviously, these should be very tough words and very tough actions.

But if the person speaking has a loli voice, it will seem a little funny and a bit harsh.

Having said this, Flanda directly took out a cylindrical, extremely thick object from her skirt again.

It was something that looked like a mushroom head.

"A portable anti-tank missile warhead?"

Makoto Haramura could tell what this thing was at a glance.

As the name suggests, this is Academy City's high-tech missile warhead that can be carried with you and is powerful enough to directly blow up a tank.

"grass!"

He cursed out loud, he had never expected that Fremea's sister would be such a bomb maniac.

Of course, his movements were not slow at all as he cursed out loud.

The brilliant muzzle flame had already bloomed and exploded beside him.

"boom--"

"Bam—"

With the sound of explosion, flames spurted out directly from the tail of the warhead.

"Chong-"

In an instant, the missile that was originally held in Franda's hand turned into a small missile. Like a fleeting meteor, it broke through the glass of Haramura Makoto's office with an irregular trajectory and exploded outside the window.

All of a sudden.

The violent storm caused by the bomb explosion rolled back directly, and the strong wind even blew the cabinet behind Haramura Makoto to the ground.

"Did they actually use a gun to directly change the trajectory of the missile? Is this true?"

The orange-yellow bullet was squeezed into a ball and fell at Flanda's feet. Looking at this scene, Flanda couldn't help but frowned.

The missile warheads of their portable battle vehicles are all specially made by the Anbu, and the materials used are the latest technology of Academy City.

Even if it wasn't a head-on collision, I couldn't even think about the possibility of having my trajectory changed by a mere pistol.

Does this really make sense?

"Also, when did he take out the gun? Why didn't I see any movement from him?"

"Was it the fire from the explosion that blocked the view?"

Her whole body was soaked with sweat, and Franda felt as if she was enveloped and completely wrapped by an invisible pressure.

This is the performance that only occurs when she is completely suppressed in a battle.

"So, the missile you fired just now was to send a message?"

"The missile's trajectory is not right."

Pointing the gun at Flanda, Haramura Makoto raised his own questions.

That just wasn't right.

He thought that Franda was going to kill him directly with the missile, so he aimed his bullet at the trajectory that Franda would use to fire the missile towards him.

According to his estimate, the missile would be hit right in the center, causing it to lift upward and directly break through the roof, or even blow up the ceiling.

Anyway, he is on the top floor, so even if the top floor is blown up, it will not cause any damage to other floors.

But the missile was flying towards the window at the beginning, not towards him.

If his bullet had not intervened, the missile would not have flown out of the rear window in such a strange trajectory. It should have flown out of the window on the side of Flanda.

"Ah, maybe that's it?"

"boom--"

Chapter 027 There are ways to break through

This is a popping sound, different from an explosion.

However, rather than being the sound of an explosion, it was more like the sound of something breaking.

"You're here, you're worthy of being called Kinuhata."

Haramura Makoto only heard this whisper which was not much louder than a mosquito, and then the girl in front of him seemed to turn into a shadow, and in a flash, she jumped out of the window.

Taking two steps at a time, Haramura Makoto arrived at the bedside at a speed that surpassed Flanda's. From the broken window, he saw Flanda, who was freely falling with her parachute open.

"Well, this is just fine."

"It just so happens that I don't want to set the battlefield here."

Based on the speed at which he drew his gun and his movement speed, it was impossible that he could not have stopped Franda's actions just now.

But who knows how many bombs this bomb maniac still has on him.

If I don't do it right and it explodes in a close situation, I'll be in big trouble.

Although his physical strength was far superior to that of ordinary people, he didn't know what would happen if he tried to withstand the explosion.

And, it's just like he said.

Even if he was not hurt, what if Franda exploded and the load-bearing walls of the building had problems?

"Komaba?"

"Sorry, Boss. A brown-haired girl just rushed in. Hanzo and I were knocked down instantly, and Fremea was also abducted by her."

Komaba Reidu was very anxious.

This was not because he was injured, but because Fremea was abducted.

Although the two are not biological siblings, after more than three years of mutual support, he has long regarded Fremeya as his own blood relative.

Now that his sister has been abducted, how could he not be anxious?

"Don't worry, Fremea is not in danger of being unsafe."

"Calm down the other members, and I'll take care of the matter."

……

"Frenda, why are you leaving? If you just stay there and solve the problem directly, it will be over."

On the worn and cracked asphalt road, a girl with a shoulder-length brown bob was running quickly, looking over her shoulder at a blonde girl who had fainted.

Next to her was Franda, who had just run out of Haramura Makoto's office.

"That guy is weird."

"His abilities don't seem to be the same as those described in the library. It's an unpaid job anyway, so there's no need to take risks on this kind of thing."

"Go back and tell Mugino that if Mugino still insists on choosing, Mugino will solve it. The result is already determined."

Franda is now no longer as kind as she was at the beginning.

After all, she is an egoist. Except for her sister, whom she can equate with herself, she doesn't take anyone else seriously.

Of course, there is nothing wrong with this.

At the beginning, according to her standpoint, she had done her best towards Haramura Makoto, and she could not be described as an ungrateful person.

"How strong can the leader of an incompetent organization be? Flanda, you have overestimated his abilities."

While maintaining a fast running posture, Juanqi loves to complain.

They are ANBU, in touch with the darkness of this city.

They are not like those idiots who are still in school and are full of fantasies every day, believing that their grades will definitely improve if they work hard.

For all people with special abilities, the moment their levels are developed, their potential and the highest level they can reach in the future have already been marked out.

Those who can grow into high-level people with special abilities in the future will be targeted by various research institutes the moment the results come out.

Become the boss of an incompetent armed group?

No research institute in Academy City would allow such wasteful behavior to occur.

Therefore, an incapable armed group is, no matter how weak it is, incapable.

Perhaps there are indeed cases where the capable lose to the incapable, but those are flowers in a greenhouse. How can they be compared with guys like them who are in the dark side every day, dealing with blood and fire.

"He has an indescribable weird feeling."