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"..."

The people of Vermouth were dumbfounded.

If you remove the cocoon from that time, it seems this was the first time she had witnessed Qi Ming's actions.

But isn't this a bit too much?!

And perhaps it was because Qi Ming was controlling the firing of ammunition while simultaneously maneuvering the steering wheel around the hotel building.

In addition, due to Qi Ming's limited arm length, the car's flight was somewhat bumpy, and many missiles and bullets detached from the hotel and landed on nearby streets and office buildings.

Vermouth's dynamic vision is still quite good; looking out the window, the street below is in complete chaos.

People fled in terror, some collapsing to the ground, others kneeling with their hands clasped in prayer.

They are praying.

Or they were praying to their local god, Amaterasu Susanoo, for protection.

Or perhaps they are praying to the non-god sitting in this vehicle, constantly unleashing a barrage of fire, that he will stop the divine punishment.

Vermouth withdrew her gaze and looked at Qi Ming, who was completely oblivious to the purgatory below and was still pressing the fire button repeatedly.

Who the hell just said they were bad?

"Madera, isn't this going a bit too far?"

Even Vermouth, who considered herself ruthless, couldn't help but feel that Qi Ming's actions were inhumane.

After calming herself down a bit, she spoke softly to remind him.

"We should only target Shuichi Akai and avoid involving unrelated individuals."

Upon hearing this, Qi Ming, who was firing intensely, paused slightly and then temporarily stopped what he was doing.

However, the drones surrounding them did not stop and continued to output data.

Qi Ming slowly turned his head and looked at Vermouth with a face full of doubt.

"How to say?"

Vermouth shook her head helplessly and pointed lightly out the car window.

"Look down there."

Qi Ming did as instructed and turned his gaze downwards out the window.

The once bustling streets became chaotic, with vehicles speeding and pedestrians fleeing in panic.

Seeing this, Qi Ming remained silent for a while before slowly speaking.

"Why did they happen to show up here just when I was dealing with Shuichi Akai?"

"??"

WTF?

Vermouth really wanted to swear.

What kind of ridiculous robber logic is this?

What do you mean by "they just happened to be here when you were bombing them"?

You just happened to want to bomb them when they were already here, didn't you?

Vermouth then turned her gaze to Ai Haibara.

This woman has always disapproved of this kind of behavior, so she certainly won't sit idly by and will probably make Qi Ming stop, right?

However, what happened next left Vermouth stunned.

Suddenly, the little girl quietly closed her eyes, her lips slightly parted and closed, as if she were muttering something, but she didn't make a sound.

Vermouth was, after all, a top intelligence expert, and lip-reading was a skill she could master with ease.

With just a few glances, Vermouth deciphered what Ai Haibara was saying.

aminuo, no, it's tuo...

Ok?

Amitabha?!

"..."

Vermouth stared wide-eyed at Ai Haibara with disbelief.

She was stunned.

What the hell is this thing?

The person next to you is indiscriminately attacking from the air, while you are here doing nothing but chanting Buddhist scriptures.

Vermouth couldn't help but let out a cold laugh.

Haha, I should have expected this.

As expected of the daughter of a hellish angel, this is your true nature!

Hell Angel, that's the title Ai Haibara's mother, Elena Miyano, received within the organization.

Vermouth's hatred for Shiho Miyano also stems from the previous generation...

Bringing her thoughts back, Vermouth sighed.

She was self-aware enough to know that she was an utterly wicked person, and if there were a hell, she would go there herself after death.

But what do these two people in front of me say?

This looks like it just reincarnated from hell, doesn't it?

……

"That feels good."

With a sigh, Qi Ming finally stopped shooting, which had lasted for about five minutes.

The hotel has been reduced to ruins, with only a few steel bars remaining, a scene of utter devastation.

Meanwhile, Ai Haibara, standing to the side, also stopped chanting "Aminos," or rather, "Amitabha."

However, her eyes remained tightly closed.

That said, Qi Ming also carries a camera that can see ghosts...

For some reason, Ai Haibara suddenly felt an urge to pat Qi Ming on the back with it.

After a long while, Vermouth looked at the war-damaged hotel and slowly spoke, asking Qi Ming:

"...Shuichi Akai, is he dead?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, Vermouth realized what a foolish question she had asked.

Under such a fierce attack, that person would probably have a hard time surviving.

What we should be more concerned about now is whether Shuichi Akai will be able to return with a complete body so that he can report back to the organization.

However, she only heard Qi Ming say calmly:

"No, the martial arts world is all about human relationships and social interactions, not so much fighting and killing. Most importantly, I didn't use any aim assist at all."

"??"

You've already beaten someone up like this, and you still don't want to fight back?

However, Vermouth was somewhat puzzled by Qi Ming's last sentence.

"What is 'quasi-aiming assist'? So what if it's not enabled?"

"It means I think I'm a bit too good at horse racing."

Just then, a holographic image was projected onto the window of the vehicle Qi Ming was driving.

The image shows Shuichi Akai and Jodie, who are completely unconscious, in the hotel below, which has been reduced to ruins.

As Qi Ming operated the screen, it zoomed in slightly, and a chart showing the two people's current physical condition was thoughtfully displayed next to them.

On the surface, the two of them seem to be doing quite well.

It's just that the clothes are a bit torn, the internal organs are a bit damaged, and the bones are a bit broken.

But the most troublesome problem is probably Shuichi Akai's eyes; blood is flowing from his left eye.

Shuichi Akai is a sniper, and a left-handed sniper god at that.

Even if he can still snipe in the future, he probably won't be at his peak anymore.

Vermouth then noticed the other passersby beside the two, whose fates were unknown, and couldn't help but glance at Qi Ming.

"What do you see me doing?"

Noticing Vermouth's gaze, Qi Ming immediately asked her a question.

You don't still think what I did was inappropriate, do you?

"You're the one who asked me to deal with him, but if I actually do it, you'll be unhappy. So what do you want?"

Before Vermouth could speak, Qi Ming raised an eyebrow again.

"I know what you're thinking. Don't worry, I've already bought this hotel. What's wrong with me renovating it?"

Vermouth was speechless.

I don't know why you're labeling yourself as a righteous force.

But wouldn't that be even worse?

What if the families of those deceased come to you demanding you take responsibility?

They promised to ensure the safety of their guests, but instead they were bombed by a UCO?

Qi Ming rolled his eyes at Vermouth.

"I've already let them scam insurance for free, so what if they're in a little danger? Do they want to get all the good stuff?"