Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Fräulein, having finally stood up straight, used one hand to hold down her beret, her eyes locked onto Haramura Makoto like a hawk fixated on its prey.

Her tone was quite contemptuous as she spoke those words.

In her view, everything was the same.

Nothing was more important than life itself; only with life could one continue.

Therefore, she was capable of doing anything to preserve her own life.

Consequently, she couldn't comprehend Haramura Makoto's choices.

"Pride?"

"It's not that kind of thing."

Haramura Makoto also slowly stood up, his gaze calm, not revealing any other emotions, but his words carried a chilling coldness, capable of freezing one to the core.

"It's just that I don't see the need, and it's just not worth it."

"I appreciate your kindness, but my subordinates trust me, and I can't treat them as expendable resources."

"Besides, as I said, the dark side isn't all that impressive, nor are espers."

"We don't need to grovel before them."

As soon as Haramura Makoto finished speaking, Fräulein, as if by magic, pulled out a white, handle-shaped remote control from her thigh-high skirt.

"Remote-controlled bombs."

"I planted bombs in many locations when I entered this room."

"You didn't think I'd step into the enemy's base without any preparation, did you, especially when things might turn sour?"

"Now, let me take Fremea away."

The handle-like object had a red, protruding button, which Fräulein gripped tightly, her thumb firmly pressed against it.

This simple object, held by such a petite girl, posed a significant threat to Haramura Makoto.

Haramura Makoto calmly looked at her, and facing this undeniably critical situation, after a few seconds, the corners of his mouth turned up in a smile.

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

"From the beginning, I knew that 'Leo' was seen as a thorn in the side, a piece of meat to be snatched, by many people."

"So, I would definitely do my best to protect the areas that needed protection."

Mirroring her earlier action, but instead of pulling a remote control from his skirt like Fräulein, Haramura Makoto took one out of his pocket.

The intuition honed on the battlefield made Fräulein feel that something was amiss.

Naturally, she couldn't sit idly by; the battlefield was ever-changing, and decisions had to be made at the right moment.

Her finger pressed down!

"I've placed enough signal jammers on every floor."

"What's wrong? Can't detonate them?"

That calm and indifferent face, which hadn't seemed like much before, now looked incredibly hateful. Why?

She pressed the button several more times fiercely.

But the expected reaction, the sound of explosions, didn't occur.

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

(I'm so angry...)

Fräulein gritted her pearly white teeth, and she threw the remote control in her hand to the ground like trash.

"So, you think you've won?"

Those were supposed to be strong words and actions.

But when spoken by someone with a loli voice, it seemed a bit comical and like a bluff.

As she said this, Fräulein pulled out a cylindrical, extremely thick object from her skirt again.

It looked like a mushroom head.

"A portable anti-tank missile warhead?"

Haramura Makoto immediately recognized what it was.

As the name suggested, this was a high-tech product of Academy City, a portable missile warhead with enough power to blow open a tank.

"Damn it!"

He cursed out loud, completely unexpected Fräulein, Fremea's sister, to be such a bomb fanatic.

Of course, his actions were just as swift; as he cursed, the brilliant muzzle flash bloomed around him, with a loud bang.

"Bang—"

"Boom—"

Amidst the sound of the explosion, the tail of the warhead directly ejected flames.

"Clang—"

Instantly, the missile, originally held in Fräulein's hand, transformed into a small missile, like a fleeting meteor, directly shattered the glass of Haramura Makoto's office with an irregular trajectory, exploding outside the window.

In an instant.

The blast wind produced by the explosion swept back, and the fierce wind even blew over the cabinet behind Haramura Makoto.

"To think he changed the missile's trajectory with a gun; is that even real?"

The orange-yellow warhead was crushed into a ball and fell at Fräulein's feet. Seeing this scene, Fräulein couldn't help but twitch her brow.

Her portable anti-tank missile warheads were all special types from the dark side, and the materials used were the latest technology from Academy City.

Even without a direct hit, the fact that a mere pistol could change its trajectory was unimaginable.

Did this kind of thing really make sense?

"Also, when did he take out the gun? Why didn't I see his movements at all?"

"Was it the muzzle flash during the explosion that obstructed my vision?"

Her whole body was drenched in sweat, and Fräulein felt like she was enveloped by an invisible pressure, completely surrounded.

This was a sign that she was completely suppressed in battle.

"So, was your missile a signal?"

"The missile's trajectory was off."

Haramura Makoto pointed his gun at Fräulein, raising his question.

Something was wrong just now.

He thought Fräulein wanted to kill him directly with the missile, so he aimed his bullet at the trajectory of Fräulein firing the missile at him.

According to his calculations, the missile would be hit in the center, causing it to lift upward and break through the roof, or shatter the ceiling.

Anyway, he was on the top floor, so even if the top floor was destroyed, it wouldn't cause any damage to the other floors.

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

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

"Ah, maybe that's it?"

"Bang—"

Chapter 027: There are Ten Thousand Ways to Pierce Through

This was a sound different from an explosion.

But rather than the sound of an explosion, it was more like the sound of something shattering.

"She's here; as expected of Kinuhata."

Haramura Makoto only heard this whisper, no louder than a mosquito's buzz, and then the girl in front of him seemed to turn into an afterimage, and in a flash, she jumped out of the window.

Taking three steps as two, Haramura Makoto came to the window with a speed that surpassed Fräulein's, and from the broken window, he saw Fräulein, with an open parachute, was free-falling.

"Well, this is just as well."

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

Based on his shooting speed and his movement speed, it was impossible that he couldn't stop Fräulein's actions just now.

But who knew how many bombs this bomb fanatic had on her body.

If he didn't do it right and detonated them in close proximity, he would be in big trouble.

Although his physical strength was far superior to ordinary people, he didn't know what would happen if he forcibly resisted the explosion.

Moreover, just like he said.

Even if he wasn't damaged, what if Fräulein exploded and the load-bearing walls of the building had problems as a result?

"Komaba?"

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

Komaba Leader looked very anxious.

This was not because he was injured, but because Fremea was taken away.

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

Now that his sister was taken away, how could he not be anxious?

"Don't worry, Fremea is safe."

"Reassure the other members; I'll take care of things."

...

"Fräulein, why are we leaving? If we stayed there and resolved it directly, wouldn't it be over?"

On the dilapidated asphalt road, full of cracks, a girl with shoulder-length brown bobbed hair carried a passed-out blonde girl on her shoulder, running at full speed.

And next to her was Fräulein, who had just ran out of Haramura Makoto's office.

"That guy is weird."

"His ability seems different from what's described in the Library. Anyway, it's a job without pay; there's no need to take risks on this kind of thing."

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

The current Fräulein was completely different from her initially amiable self.

In the end, she was originally a selfish person. Except for her sister, whom she equated with herself, she didn't care about anyone else.

Of course, there was nothing wrong with that to begin with.

Initially, based on her position, she had indeed been benevolent and righteous to Haramura Makoto. She couldn't be described as an ungrateful person.

"How strong can the leader of an unpowered organization be? Fräulein, are you imagining the other party to be more than he is?"

Kinuhata Saiai retorted while maintaining a fast running pace.

They were part of the dark side, in contact with the darkness of this city.

They weren't like those idiots who were still in school, full of fantasies, thinking that if they worked hard, their level would definitely increase.

The potential behind all espers, the highest level they could reach in the future, had already been marked from the moment they developed their abilities.

And the moment the results of those who could grow into high-level espers in the future came out, they would be targeted by various research institutes.

The leader of an unpowered armed group?

No research institute in Academy City would allow such a waste of resources to occur.

So, no matter what, an unpowered armed group was still unpowered.

Perhaps there were indeed cases of espers losing to unpowered people, but those were flowers in a greenhouse, how could they compare to guys who accompany blood and fire in the dark side every day?

"He has a kind of unspeakable, evil feeling."