Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Having fully stood up, Frenda pressed down on her beret with one hand, her eyes fixed on Makoto Haramura like a hawk eyeing its prey.

She said it with a very contemptuous tone.

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

Nothing is more important than life; only with life can we continue.

So she would do anything to save her own life.

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

"Self-esteem?"

"It's not that kind of thing."

Makoto Haramura also slowly stood up, his eyes calm and revealing no other emotions, but his words were utterly cold, a chill that could freeze one's heart.

"I just feel it's unnecessary, and it's not that serious."

"I appreciate your kindness, but my subordinates trust me completely, and I can't treat them as disposable commodities."

"And just like I said, the Dark Division isn't really anything special, just superpowered individuals."

"It's not worth us groveling for it."

As soon as Makoto Haramura finished speaking, Frenda, as if by magic, pulled out a white, remote-like device from under her short skirt that reached her hips.

"Remote-controlled bomb."

"When I entered this room, I had already planted bombs in many places."

"You don't think I would step into the headquarters of an enemy that might turn against me without any preparation, do you?"

"Now let me take Fremia away."

The handle-like shape, with a red protruding button on it, was being held tightly by Frenda, her thumb gripping the protrusion firmly.

It was just an object, and she was just a petite girl, yet she posed such a threat to Makoto Haramura.

Haramura Makoto looked at her calmly. Faced with this situation, which could definitely be considered a crisis, after a few seconds, the corners of his mouth actually turned up.

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

“From the very beginning, I was very clear that the ‘Leo’ label was a thorn in the side for many people.”

"So I will definitely do my best to protect myself in well-protected areas."

Just like the previous action, but instead of pulling a remote control out of her skirt like Frenda, Makoto Haramura took it out of his own pocket.

Frenda's intuition, honed over years on the battlefield, made her feel that something seemed amiss.

Therefore, she naturally couldn't just sit and wait to die. The battlefield is ever-changing, and one must make a decision at the right time.

Press it directly with your finger!

“I’ve installed enough signal jammers on every floor, just like the ones that are supposed to be there.”

"See? It can't be detonated, can it?"

That calm and indifferent face, which didn't seem so bad just now, now looks incredibly hateful. Why is that?

He pressed it several more times, fiercely.

However, the expected reaction and explosion did not occur.

"So, what do you, now, have that you can use to coerce me?"

(So ​​angry...)

Frenda gritted her teeth, making a crunching sound, and slammed the remote control she was holding onto the ground like trash.

"So, you think you've won, right?"

They should have been speaking and acting with great conviction.

However, if the speaker has a loli voice, it will sound a bit comical and like someone who is all bark and no bite.

As she said this, Frenda pulled out another cylindrical, extremely thick object from inside her skirt.

It was something that looked like a mushroom head.

"Portable anti-tank missile warhead?"

Makoto Haramura immediately recognized what it was.

As the name suggests, this is Academy City's high-tech weapon, a missile warhead that can be carried at all times and is powerful enough to blast through a tank.

"grass!"

He cursed aloud, completely unprepared for the fact that Freya's sister was such a bomb-crazy maniac.

Of course, his movements were not slow at all, even as he uttered the curse.

A brilliant muzzle flash erupted around him, followed by a loud bang.

"boom--"

"Bam—"

With a crackling sound, the tail of the warhead shot out a burst of fire.

"Chong-"

Instantly, the missile that was originally held in Frenda's hand transformed into a small missile, which, like a fleeting meteor, shattered the glass of Haramura Makoto's office with an irregular trajectory and exploded outside the window.

All of a sudden.

The gust of wind generated by the bomb explosion swept back directly, and the strong wind even blew the cabinet behind Makoto Haramura to the ground.

"They actually changed the missile's trajectory directly with a gun? Is that for real?"

The orange-yellow bullet was compressed into a ball and fell at Frenda's feet. Seeing this, Frenda couldn't help but twitch her eyebrows.

Their portable anti-tank missile warheads are all specially made by the Dark Side, and the materials used are the latest technology from Academy City.

Even if it's not a head-on collision, the idea of ​​having one's trajectory altered by a mere pistol is something I wouldn't even dare to imagine.

Does this really make sense?

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

"Was it the flash of the explosion that obstructed your view?"

Her entire body was soaked in sweat, and Frenda felt as if she were enveloped by an invisible pressure, completely enveloping her.

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

"So, was your missile just now a signal?"

"The missile's trajectory is not quite right."

With the gun pointed at Frenda, Makoto Haramura raised his own questions.

That was incorrect.

He thought Frenda was going to take him out with a missile, so he aimed his bullet at the trajectory of the missile Frenda was launching at him.

According to his calculations, the missile would be hit in the very center, causing it to rise and either pierce the roof or blow up the ceiling.

Anyway, since this is the top floor, even if the top floor is destroyed, it won't cause any damage to the other floors.

But the missile was initially heading towards the window, not towards him.

Without his bullet intervention, the missile wouldn't have flown out of the back window with such a strange trajectory; it should have flown out of Flanda's side window.

"Ah, perhaps that's the case?"

"boom--"

Chapter 027 There are a million ways to break through

This is a sound distinct from an explosion.

However, rather than an explosion, it sounded more like something breaking.

"You've arrived. As expected of a silk banner."

Makoto Haramura only heard a whisper that was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz before the girl in front of him seemed to transform into a blur, leaping out of the window in the blink of an eye.

Taking two steps at a time, Makoto Haramura arrived at the bedside at a speed that surpassed Frenda's. Through the broken window, he saw Frenda, who had opened her parachute and was freefalling.

"Well, that's just right."

"Coincidentally, I didn't want to set the battlefield here either."

Given his speed of drawing his gun and his movement speed, it was impossible for him not to have been able to stop Frenda's actions.

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

If you don't handle it properly and it explodes at close range, you'll be in real trouble.

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

And, just as he said.

Even if he is not injured, what if Flanda blows up and the building's load-bearing walls are damaged as a result?

"Komaba?"

"Sorry, Boss, a brown-haired girl just rushed in, and Hanzo and I were instantly defeated. Freya was also kidnapped by her."

Toshitoku Komaba appeared very agitated.

This was not because he was injured, but because Freya had been abducted.

Although the two are not biological siblings, after more than three years of living together in mutual support, he had long since come to regard Fremeier as his own blood relative.

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

"Don't worry, Freya is safe."

"Reassure the other members, I'll handle things."

……

"Frenda, why are you leaving? If you stay there and resolve the issue directly, it will be over."

On the dilapidated asphalt road, riddled with cracks, a girl with shoulder-length brown bob haircuts is running at top speed, looking at a blonde girl who has already fainted.

Beside her was Frenda, who had just run out of Makoto Haramura's office.

"That guy is strange."

"His abilities seem to be different from those described in the library. Anyway, it's an unpaid job, so there's no need to take risks in this kind of thing."

"Go back and tell Mugino that if Mugino insists on choosing, then Mugino will handle it; the outcome is already decided."

The current Frenda is completely different from the kind person she was at the beginning.

Ultimately, she was an egoist. Apart from her sister, whom she could equate with herself, she didn't care about anyone else.

Of course, there's nothing wrong with that.

From her initial perspective, she had indeed treated Haramura Makoto with utmost kindness and consideration; she couldn't be described as an ingrate.

"How strong can the leader of an incompetent organization be? Frenda, aren't you overestimating him?"

While maintaining a fast running posture, Kinuhata loves to make sarcastic remarks.

They are members of the Dark Guard, in contact with the darkness of this city.

They are not like those idiots who are still in school, full of fantasies, and believe that if they work hard, they will definitely be able to improve their level.

The moment all ability users develop their abilities, their potential and the highest level they can reach in the future are already marked.

Those who have the potential to grow into high-level ability users will be targeted by various research institutes the moment the results are announced.

To become the leader of a powerless armed group?

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

Therefore, a group that lacks the ability to arm itself is, no matter how powerful it is, still incapable.

There may indeed be cases where capable people lose to incapable people, but those are flowers in a greenhouse. How can they compare to people like them who are in the shadows every day, living with blood and fire?

"There's something strange about him that I can't quite put my finger on."