Ordinary Kihara is the Strongest in Education

Kamijou looked at his feet.

Because the drain was blocked, there was a pool of pond-like water on the ground, and the feet immersed in it trembled slightly.Such vibrations formed small ripples on the surface of the water, and the ripples spread across the underside of the car where the two were hiding.

This should not be found.

The raindrops that poured down also hit the stagnant water.Even if you look closely in the dark, you can't see what the water looks like. No problem, Kamijou prayed secretly in his heart.

at this time.

The people in black not far away looked here together.

Found out?

Just when Kamijou Touma was thinking about retreating...

"Ah ah ah ah! I can't help it!"

The black-haired girl had already rushed towards the fully-armed men in black. Amidst the hail of bullets, Kamijou Touma could only watch as the bullets bounced off the girl. Facing these men in black, it was obvious that A seemingly weak high school girl, but now she...

(feels like she's scarier than those guys)

第 350

Judgment is instantaneous.

Kamijou thought it was useless to hide, he picked up the petite body of the last Zaku, and ran out of the dark place of the car with his upper body bent.

The car was illegally parked on the sidewalk.

It is only about five meters away from the nearest alley.

but,

boom! !

The sound of the iron pipe breaking through the thin silk sounded.

Many submachine guns immediately spewed sparks.

It was a high-speed continuous fire that I didn't know how many shots were released in one second.The glass of the car that had just been used as a shield shattered, the hood twisted like it had been trampled, the iron door was punched through countless ventilation holes and fell, the seat bounced open, and the car was full of cotton.

Destruction happens in an instant, and all the sounds are superimposed into a crackling sound.

But all the voices also included the wild laughter of a certain girl!

"Hahahaha! Let me be happy, you bastards! Well, you will be very happy to kill all the Celestial Masters, right?"

Kamijou Touma felt as though he had heard the name of an acquaintance, but Kamijou still ran towards the alley.Now his task is to protect the little last work in his arms. He has no time to care about other things, and in the mixed explosion of steel cracking and bullet shooting, Kamijou Touma doesn't know if he has heard some other syllables as A certain person's name, after all, in the current situation, if an acquaintance can save the scene, then it would be really great! !

The tail traverses Kamijou's escape path.The other party seemed to find that he couldn't deal with the girl in front of him, so he chose to shoot Kamijou Touma, who was running for his life, in order to leave the last work.

The bullet hit the concrete wall in front of him at face level.The other party seemed to want to use this shot in front of him to beat Kamijou into a beehive while he retreated.Kamijou reflexively shrank his neck, but his body finally moved.Flakes of fine cement brushed through his hair.

He almost fell down, fell on the wet ground and ran into the alley.

"Are you still alive, last work!"

Kamijou asked, and the petite girl in her arm nodded silently several times.

There was the sound of metal clattering.That was the sound of people in black equipment colliding.It seems that the other party intends to rely on the advantage of the number of troops to divide into two groups, and it seems that the black-haired girl has no way to stop the large number of people in black at the same time.

Kamijou clicked his tongue, hugged the body of the last work again and ran deep into the alley.

Find a place to hide.

Kamijou Touma made such a judgment. Although the black-haired girl has the firepower to destroy the man in black, after all, there is only one person. If you want to protect Kamijou Touma and the last work, it will be very difficult to deal with the man in black. Bar?

And this is not the crux of the problem. The girl who was ecstatic because of the battle probably has no plans to protect her, or is there an equal sign between "killing the enemy" and "protecting friendly personnel" in her judgment?

No matter what the situation is, the fantasy killer on the right hand is completely useless at this time.If it is magic or superpower, there is still a way for opponents with supernatural powers, but there is no way to use their firearms.If you don't fight with the other party, you will end up with bruises all over your body.On the contrary, it will put the final work in danger.

"The last work, you are the one who manages the sisters, so you can also manipulate electricity?"

"Yes, but only at the level of level 3 strong ability, Misaka Misaka replied."

"Then can you open the electronic lock? I want to enter the building through the back door. This alley should not be long, and the other party may be ambushing at the exit over there."

"understood."

The other party answered.

Kamijou put down his last work in front of the door closest to him in the alley.

"Ah."

The last work took out the phone from the chest pocket of the shirt and cut off the power.Cell phones seem to create a concentration barrier when using power system abilities.She turned her small palm against the card machine by the door and closed her eyes.

Click, click, click, the metallic sound of people in black came.

I don't know whether the other party is far or near, and I can't grasp the distance.This alley is winding and twisting, so you don’t have to worry about being shot by the enemy suddenly from the entrance like a straight line.

(Not yet...?)

Kamijou waited in the dark listening to heavy footsteps.

"What are you running! I haven't had enough 'dogs'!"

It was a rather nasty shout, but this sound, combined with the constant sound of metal breaking and the sound of flesh hitting the concrete wall, made Kamijou Touma feel a lot more at ease.

(Damn, are you okay?)

No changes have been made to the last work.

Could it be that Phantasm Killer had a bad influence? When Kamijou began to worry about the situation behind him, the girl's wild laughter mixed with the sound of bullets piercing the air.

"Okay, Misaka Misaka opens his eyes."

A high-pitched "beep" sounded.

Kamijou put his hand on the iron doorknob and turned it.

The door lock was opened.He stepped into the building with the last work in his hand.

There are no lights inside.

This seems to be the kitchen of a popular restaurant.Because it is a fire place, there is an escape door, but it is still business hours but there is no light, which seems a bit strange.The shape of the conditioning appliance appeared slightly in the green light that marked the escape door.

"What should I do next? Misaka Misaka asked."

"Well..."

Kamijou put down his final work and walked towards the door in front of him.In short, he thought of places with lights and people.

"Those guys have cars. If they run, they will be overtaken. There are no trams and buses at this time, and taxis driven by laymen's drivers may not be able to escape."

The last act looked up at himself uneasily.

Kamijou thought to himself, he really wanted to show all his unease, but he couldn't let her see such an ugly state.

"Anyway, go to a place with a lot of people. They don't want to cause a commotion, that's why they chase us. Mass murder is putting the cart before the horse."

"Can this really help that person, Misaka Misaka sighed for his own powerlessness."

"I don't know. But if we're not alive, we can't help that person. If you want to help that person, you have to live yourself first. The guy won't be happy if you die."

"...Well, Misaka Misaka nodded,"

"Okay, then we're going to live."

Such a line even felt exaggerated, Kamijou opened the door in front of him with a wry smile.

This seems to be the main space for customers to eat.The bright white light of fluorescent lamps, and the out-of-time cheerful music of cable broadcasts.Large TVs on the walls are showing commercials.The nose comes with the characteristic oily smell of conditioning packs.

but,

"Even here..."

Kamijou Touma couldn't help groaning.

There are many customers in the store.There are men and women who look like couples and male faculty members who are off work.Waitresses in cute uniforms in the narrow passage between the tables.In front of the cash register is an elderly male clerk.

All fell.

Weak, but unharmed.

There seems to be no confusion inside the store.Some forks and spoons fell to the ground, possibly from customers lying on the table.No matter who they are, they fell without knowing it... It feels like such a situation.

Some of them just fell asleep like the guards who fell near the entrance to the underground street.However, there were also people who fell to the floor as stiff as a stone statue.On the whole, it can be divided into several types.

The kitchen looks weird too, there seems to be something wrong over there too.

In any case, this does not meet the conditions of a "populous place" with a population.

Everyone passed out, so wouldn't that mean there were no witnesses?

(How is this going?)

Kamijou couldn't help but froze.

(The men in black also fell like this before. That is to say, it wasn't those guys who did it. Damn, there's more than one problem, isn't it!)

"The last work, in short, go outside first-"

Before Kamijou could finish speaking, he was pulled by the last work and fell to the ground.

Boom! !

The windows facing the main road were shattered and scattered.It was only after a few seconds that it was discovered that someone had fired bullets into the store from the main road.Missing bullets could hit the cable radio's tuner, and the speakers all went silent.The cracked TV spewed sparks.

Another pair of men in black gathered here. This group of Kamijou Touma is definitely not the group that came after him in the back alley. Although Kamijou Touma is not very sure, there are subtle differences in equipment between the two parties. Lane's group is the pursuers, so this group is the pure killer.

The higher firepower and more desperate strafing sent a chill down Kamijou Touma's back.

Seeing the shattered glass falling on the heads of the guests who fell on the floor and the table, Kamijou's blood was on his head.Although the bullet didn't seem to hit anyone, that's not the point.

(Asshole, don’t you care even if there are ordinary people around!!)

Someone walked slowly into the restaurant, stepping on shards of glass.

Kamijou grabbed the fork that had fallen on the nearby floor.

Such a poor weapon is really funny,

The ceiling lights were also turned off.The door Kamijou and the others had just entered opened with a small sound.About three or so black peasants approached with cockroach-like silent movements.

Kamijou and his last work were guarded by the square pillar in the center of the restaurant.

The men in black slowly approached from two directions. For them, Kamijou and the others seemed to have no dead ends.