I, Accelerator, the strongest hero

With no possibility of getting "closer" to him, she didn't intend to try to test someone in a short time.

After all, my liking for Accelerator is not unreasonable. Apart from killing the former idol [Hero Killer], I have an inexplicable attraction to him in terms of his handling style, fighting ability and appearance.

Besides, wouldn't it be a great thing for a subordinate to make mistakes occasionally.

That's what she thought, and she acted so boldly.

To me, it was just a matter of reporting the information that should have been reported to [Queen] Shokuhou Misaki alone to Accelerator, the host.

Shokuhou Misaki left a lot of leeway for the [Psychological Control] used on it. Indeed, he did not set a particularly strict priority order for such non-critical tasks, provided that the intelligence department of the incident was particularly critical.

Du I just took such a loophole, she just wanted to meet someone with her own eyes.

If Accelerator could read minds, he would definitely complain that this guy is a lunatic without hesitation.

Watanabe stared at someone with her golden glasses like dragon pupils, smiled and began to tell the information word by word.

"About two hours ago, I discovered that the scientific artificial island that is expected to be opened in the near future has a connection with criminals."

"The specific order is to obtain a cutting-edge personality item from the chaebol who controls the scientific artificial island."

"For more specific effects, the commissioner didn't say it in detail."

"At present, there are already many stragglers and a large team planning to accept this task, and that's basically it."

After Wataru finished speaking leisurely, he continued to stare at him.

Accelerator, on the other hand, said with a face full of disdain.

"The personality scientist who is supposed to help the professional hero join forces with the enemy who is the opposite? There is nothing new about this old routine repeated."

"Since the pests are so desperate, I can naturally accept killing them with a smile."

That being said, in fact, someone did not relax in the slightest. The artificial technology island that will be opened in the near future is known as the sacred place of individual technology in the other world, and it is also a place for researchers to communicate.

At that time, many people will come to see the exhibition, and Accelerator, who is in the recuperation stage, also received an invitation from the Heroes Association, but he was rejected by someone who was afraid of trouble.

Now it seems that this trouble is inevitable.

Although Accelerator doesn't like the so-called [individual technology] in the other world and the scientists who allow it to distort and savagely grow under its system, most researchers are firmly on the side of maintaining order.

As for the few scum, Accelerator wouldn't mind helping them out, sending them to hell as soon as possible.

If blood on his hands could make the world more pleasing to the eye, he also felt that it was too troublesome.

Of course, for someone, it's better not to have more troubles like crossing my body.

Chapter 220 Smith (Part [-])

The time was around [-]:[-] in the evening, and the taverns in the small towns near the coast once again ushered in a new "guest" after a long absence.

At the door of a well-decorated box, there were two tall, fleshy SPs in black suits who were not easy to mess with at first glance, questioning each other loudly.

"Are you alone?"

The blond man in a slim white suit, blue tie, and sunglasses meticulously put down his briefcase, took off his white gloves, spread his hands unhurriedly, and then answered calmly.

"Of course, I'm the kind of person who will definitely keep the agreement."

"If you want to say why, because I am a real businessman."

After this person finished speaking, he didn't forget to give a slight signal to the person in the box who was sitting in the main seat wearing a windbreaker, as if responding.

Although the speaker of this tavern had doubts, he finally nodded.

Then, after a round of detailed body searches, the bartender lit a cigarette and glanced at his subordinates at the same time, and the SPs let him into the box, only to see his greasy and fat face twisted , said with a merchant-like smile.

"Then you really have a heart, Mr. Smith."

"Why don't we get to the point now? What do you think?"

At this moment, Na just took his seat, and the blond man named Smith said with a blank expression.

"Please don't smoke in front of me. Second-hand smoke contains more harmful substances than first-hand smoke."

"The content of highly carcinogenic dimethylnitrosamines is as high as 5.3-43 micrograms in second-hand smoke compared to 680-823 micrograms in first-hand smoke."

"As for the content of quinoline, second-hand smoke is eleven times that of first-hand smoke, about 18000 micrograms."

"Since it means that the people around him are more harmed than the actual smoker, so Mr. Speaker, do you want to continue to endanger my life?"

The speaker in the tavern looked at Smith in astonishment and said a lot, which in his opinion was a nonsense popular science. He exchanged glances with the SPs around him, and laughed and taunted the comer unscrupulously.

"Then don't breathe."

Seeing the attitude of the "tavern", the blond man said nonchalantly while lifting the box at his feet.

"Just pretend that this business doesn't exist."

He adjusted his glasses and saw that he was about to walk out of the tavern from this posture.

The speaker stopped what he had just done, and left a voice.

"and many more."

"It was my problem just now."

As he spoke, he pressed the burning cigarette firmly into the ashtray, and the smoke and flame disappeared.

The person in charge looked at Smith who was looking back, stretched out his fingers and tapped the table twice, and said in a semi-command tone.

"Sit down."

Smith didn't overreact. He just smiled and walked away from the main table. The difference is that he didn't sit down, but chose to put the briefcase on the table.

The briefcase was opened of course, and there was an astonishing amount of banknotes inside.

When the speaker in the tavern looked suspicious, Mr. Smith said inscrutablely.

"It's just a deposit."

"After confirming the authenticity of the agreed item, this side will pay twice as much as the total amount here."

The speaker blew his whistle, and after hesitating for a while, he still asked this sentence.

"What are you going to do when you get that thing?"

Smith, who was wearing sunglasses, looked very serious and stretched out three fingers and replied.

"Let's set a small goal first, and start killing about 3000 competing companies."

Hearing these shocking words, even if the person in charge of the tavern is a second-level manager who belongs to the information exchange meeting of the [enemy] camp, he couldn't help feeling a little bit numb. He swallowed unconsciously, and even felt that he was Misheard one or two zeros.

It is not an exaggeration to say that there is a huge difference between 30 people and 300 people and 3000 people.

You must know that it is different from the dark age ruled by all for one. Since the golden age of professional heroes sheltering the world, even the malicious time of more than 30 people is enough to shake the world.

One side shows the strength of the guardians of order, and the other side also proves how difficult it is to do whatever you want in this era and at this point in time.

Especially in the recent period, the dark people had finally noticed the fact that the [Symbol of Peace] was weakening day by day. Just when they were about to make a move, another professional hero who flew out of the sky appeared again, and with it, he was famous all over the world. The OFA was completely slaughtered in front of him, a great terror built with the blood of the former [Dark Emperor].

Therefore, Smith's words made the speaker tremble with fear.

Fortunately, the blond man hurriedly added.

"Kidding."

This made the speaker and the subordinates secretly heave a sigh of relief. In fact, although they knew what the object was, they didn't understand what function it could have at all.

But if it is a lethal weapon that can easily wipe out more than 3000 people, then the person talking to Smith at this time is likely to be replaced by the special manager of the exchange meeting or the BOSS behind the scenes in person.

It's just that the speaker didn't understand, if that object really had such terrifying power, how could there be no news at the exchange meeting, and even the secrecy level was only A-level?

When the owner of the tavern was full of thoughts, the blond man Smith continued with his hands behind his back.

"We'll resell."

As soon as these words came out, the black-clothed SP next to the speaker in the windbreaker couldn't stand, and strode forward to grab Smith's collar.

But the person in charge grabbed the subordinate one step faster, clasped his hands against his chin, and asked with a serious face.

"Is that thing really worth the extra money?"

Smith replied of course.

"Naturally."

The speaker in the windbreaker smiled, waved his hand confidently and said.

"Okay, let's terminate the transaction."

Smith asked suspiciously.

"why?"

Immediately behind him came the sound of a pistol being loaded.

"The boss said it was suspended."

The few SPs standing beside the speaker also changed into various weird shapes.

Smith shook his head unmoved and said.

"Things are helpless."

It seemed that he was about to reach for his briefcase, but the SP who was standing by the table closed it more quickly.

The speaker in the windbreaker smiled triumphantly when he saw this, lit another cigarette and said.

"Now you can go."

The plump face took a deep breath of the cigarette, and arrogantly spit it towards Smith.

Chapter 220 Black Eats Black (Second Update)

Under the sunglasses, a lonesome figure appeared on his mouth, and Smith, the blond man, laughed.

"interesting."

As he spoke, he pressed his hand on the black-clothed SP whose palm turned into wood.

A faint blue light echoed on Smith's body, accompanied by a heart-piercing whine.

On the briefcase full of banknotes, there is only an ice sculpture frozen in ice crystals that looks like a work of art.

The speaker was a little startled with the cigarette dangling from his mouth.

How dare he do it?How dare he do it like this? !

The SP alienated into a tree was still rolling and wailing on the wooden floor.

"Ah...ah...my hand...boss..."

"Hey! Shinya, show your guts!"

Just when the speaker was about to reprimand his subordinates not to show such a shameful appearance, there was another scream beside him, and another SP was also brutally murdered.

Smith picked up the coffee on the table and spilled it casually.

When the bitter black coffee touched the alienated living armor, it instantly turned into a sharp blade, piercing the victim directly on the wall with a high profile.

The black-clothed SPs at the door also noticed the abnormality inside. One roared and fired several shots at Smith, and the other turned his hands into a roaring electric drill and rushed forward.

It's just that the bullets and the black suit SP were unsuccessful, and they were stopped along the way.

Just in the blink of an eye, an invisible wall passed through the real wall of the tavern and stopped there.

The dense number of rounds of bullets and the huge kinetic energy of the electric drill have been deprived, the gunpowder inside the bullets seems to have lost its effect, and the black-clothed SP is more directly like a doll that has become disconnected and cannot adapt.

And Smith didn't seem to care about the crisis behind him, but said with some complaints.

"It's work anyway, can't you have some snacks?"

It was obvious he was complaining about something.

Immediately afterwards, weird things happened quietly.

Obviously in a tavern on land, the two black-clothed SPs suddenly found themselves unable to breathe, as if they were thrown into the water, gradually deprived of oxygen, they looked at their companions in fear and wanted to say something, but no matter what No matter how they can't do it.

Because what disappeared with the oxygen was their voices.

The invisible wall seemed to expand in just a dozen seconds.

The only person left to speak in the tavern, he chose to run out of his lair out of his survival instinct.