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Because of the interference of electromagnetic waves, the superhumans on the white whale could no longer use attacks to interfere with and shoot down Nakajima Atsushi who descended with a parachute.

Misaka Mikoto let out a sigh of relief slowly, and finally felt that she could relax a little bit.

Several hours had passed between the outbreak of the turmoil and Atsushi Nakajima's escape - the sun at noon was about to set, the sky was dyed brilliant red by the sunset, and the buildings were glowing red. glaze color.

But this didn't make Misaka Mikoto feel beautiful.

Such a color is too depressing in Yokohama at this moment, and it is a color she does not want to see.

Shokuhou Misaki pointed the front end of the remote control at the person who was staggering in the distance, and after pressing the button, the person stopped in place as if motionless.

The blond queen raised her hand and pressed Misaka Mikoto's shoulder, "Have you gone too far? Misaka-san."

Although she is a LEVEL.5 ability user, Misaka Mikoto cannot make the electromagnetic force inexhaustible and useable. If she uses the ability with high consumption for a long time, she will feel very tired.

"Ah..." Misaka Mikoto sighed deeply, her tone dropped instantly, "...the battery is about to run out."

"...as if you are a battery." Shokuhou Misaki curled her lips, but honestly raised her hand, and gently stroked the top of the girl's brown hair with her fingertips. The hair was thin and soft, You can feel a little warmth when you stick it tighter.

"I can charge my phone now, so it's no different from a doll battery, right?" Misaka Mikoto's voice seemed muffled under the fabric.

In terms of height alone, Shokuhou Misaki is seven centimeters taller than Misaka Mikoto.Because of this seven centimeter height difference, it was convenient for Misaka Mikoto to lean her face on Shokuhou Misaki's shoulder, like a close friend, handing over half of her body weight to Shokuhou Misaki who was in charge of support.

All the way from the hotel where I live to this area, Misaka Mikoto is basically using ability to suppress the enemy with force, and Shokuhou Misaki uses "psychological mastery" to master it.

Although the enemies are just ordinary people who are unconscious, using their abilities for a long time has also put a lot of burden on Misaka Mikoto.

In Misaka Mikoto's own words, it is "the battery is too low".

Knowing that she was tired, Shokuhou Misaki didn't say any teasing words as usual.

Her Lady Queen was carrying the handbag, and let Misaka Mikoto lean on her shoulder—after a few seconds passed, she turned her face slightly, and touched the girl's brown hair with her soft cheek.

Shokuhou Misaki said in a low voice, "Thanks for your hard work."

"You too." Misaka Mikoto also replied.

Support Atsushi Nakajima as an interference barrier formed by electromagnetic waves, and everything after that must be handed over to Osamu Dazai.

In the city of Yokohama, probably only Osamu Dazai, who has the ability of "Disqualification from Human Beings", has the ability to relieve this curse crisis.

After completing the assigned task, Misaka Mikoto finally felt that she had seen the dawn of peace.

"The city has been destroyed like this, it's hard to restore." Misaka Mikoto lowered her eyelashes to cover the lost light in her pupils, "Even in Academy City, where cases of people with various abilities often occur, there has never been such a case." Miserable."

"The shady research of the experimental institution will only be carried out in secret, and it is impossible to show it to the public." The blond queen smiled ironically, "But the guy who does this to ordinary people is also very annoying."

"I, although what I want is to wander around the city with a handbag and enjoy the daily life of luxury services, but the city that can provide the life of the upper class has been made into such a dilapidated look by others..."

"People will feel very uncomfortable."

There was finally a smile in Misaka Mikoto's voice, "It's indeed your style."

Misaka Mikoto said so, but Misaka Mikoto knew it well—the life of the upper class might really have such factors, but at least for now, this is just another Shokuhou Misaki to cover up her true thoughts Excuse.

She was just like herself, unwilling to see countless innocent lives die in this city, and wanted to save those who called for help.

It's obviously a good intention, but he insists on describing himself as a selfish and refined egoist. Who is the real prehistoric tsundere?

"..." Shokuhou Misaki keenly noticed that Misaka Mikoto's smile was not quite right, and subconsciously changed the subject, "When the city is in crisis, even the mafia will risk their lives to protect the city."

She was referring to the men in black suits who appeared on the street—clearly, by looking at the suits, it was clear that these men with guns in their hands belonged to the Port Mafia.

On the way here, they saw many members of the port mafia. Most of these people are not supernatural powers. It is impossible for ordinary people to compete with the human beings affected by the "brain hell" without loss.

Many of the corpses on the ground were wearing black suits that were stained with blood, scratched and damaged.

Misaka Mikoto lowered her voice: "No matter what kind of villain you are usually, at this time, at least you really want to protect your family, right?"

Even the mafia will risk their lives to protect something.

"Misaka-san, you idiot." The Queen's voice fell into her ears, "I tried too hard."

Misaka Mikoto was in no mood to argue with Shokuhou Misaki back and forth.

The queen's white-gloved hand lightly touched her fingers, and then her knuckles entangled with hers, and then inserted into her fingers, forming an intimate gesture of interlocking fingers.

Misaka Mikoto lowered her eyes.

She didn't refuse, and slowly closed the fingers interlocked with Shokuhou Misaki.

"—the battery is full!"

Pushing open the door, Misaka Mikoto said refreshedly.

Misaka Mikoto worked hard all afternoon yesterday because of "brain hell". She had almost no time to rest, and her "battery" was exhausted.

After Osamu Dazai successfully lifted the influence of "Brain Hell", Misaka Mikoto simply went back to the hotel with Shokuhou Misaki to rest.

Fortunately, the hotel where they lived did not suffer any damage, and all the staff were intact.

After all, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto were in this hotel when "Brain Hell" was first launched, and they immediately controlled the berserk state, so naturally there would be no loss.

Thanks to this, Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto can continue to rest at ease in this hotel - of course, in order to express their gratitude, the hotel manager waived their room fees, but the young lady is not bad Money is it.

Having slept soundly all night in a safe place, Misaka Mikoto, who was exhausted from the previous day, had already turned into a complete state.

"Good morning, Misaka-san."

Shokuhou Misaki got up earlier than Misaka Mikoto. She sat gracefully on the sofa by the floor-to-ceiling windows, and the breakfast served by the staff was placed on the table: sandwiches, toast, fried eggs, and milk.

"It's really early for you to wake up." Misaka Mikoto walked to the coffee table and took a look - Shokuhou Misaki's cup was not filled with hot milk with honey, but black tea.

Just by smelling it, she could tell that it was an expensive black tea.

"...You are really quite emotional."

"Since it can make my life better, why don't you do it?" Shokuhou Misaki smiled, "I have to wrong myself even though I have the ability, I won't do such a stupid thing."

"Are you going back to Tokyo today?" Misaka Mikoto walked into the bathroom, a girl's voice came out through the crack of the door.

Shokuhou Misaki didn't answer right away.

A complicated expression appeared on the face of the blond girl, as if covered with a layer of indistinct shadows, and the honey-colored pupils contained frost and coldness.

She pushed open the sliding doors of the floor-to-ceiling windows and stepped into the sunny balcony.

The golden sunlight poured down, the flying dust sank in the warm air, and the gilt gold danced between the girl's hair tips and eyelash feathers, forming dazzling spots of light.

According to the information she got from a certain source, Ozaki Momiji, who was "captured" by the Armed Detective Agency, sent a letter to Mori Ogai.

As for the content... the leaders of the two Yokohama armed superhuman groups will meet somewhere.

The content of their discussion is related to Yumeno Hisaku.

Shokuhou Misaki held a black remote control in her hand. She casually put the remote control in the palm of her hand and played with it. She looked over the buildings and looked very directional into the distance.

……

"Cooperation?"

The leader of the port mafia——Mori Ogai seemed to have heard something interesting, and his face was amazed and amusing.

The port mafia teaming up with an armed detective agency sounds like a joke.

"Don't get me wrong." Fukuzawa Yukichi crossed his arms, apparently having little tolerance for Mori Ogai, "If the person who made this suggestion was Atsushi Nakajima who has been hurt by the port mafia several times, today I will not Appear here."

"The most important thing now is to take back Q." Osamu Dazai showed a harmless smile to Mori Ogai, "If Q is allowed to mess around outside, Mr. Mori will have a headache."

Mori Ogai had a half-smile: "That's true—but, Dazai, if you are willing to come back, the position of cadre will always be reserved for you."

Even with a very innocent smile on Dazai Osamu's face, he couldn't really regard Dazai Osamu as some kind of good person—he knew better than anyone else that there was a deep heart hidden under that good-looking skin and buried deep in his body. dark.

"That kind of trouble will be avoided." Osamu Dazai refused mercilessly, "Besides...Mr. Mori, you don't want me to come back at all."

Mori Ogai's face slowly restrained the smile.

"The time for action is tonight." Fukuzawa Yukichi stared at Mori Ogai, the voice of the white-haired president seemed a little low, and he paused every word when he spoke.

"Just tonight, don't come to hinder us."

Mori Ogai was noncommittal.

For him, having Q out all the time would be a real problem.Since the Armed Detective Agency volunteered to help him bring back such a live disaster, as the leader of the port mafia, Mori Ogai has no reason to refuse.

"Fun things like taking back the Q,"

Standing behind Mori Ogai, the black-haired girl who had been silent all this time—Gin Akutagawa slowly raised her eyes and looked over with a smile.

A golden starlight flickered in the girl's gray pupils.

"Let me help, too."