A Kexue's liquid protective film railgun

That was in a bar.

At night, the lights in the bar were lit with an ambiguous atmosphere, and the blue-purple tones made the pretty face feel unreasonably seductive.

The international actress with long platinum hair elegantly crossed her legs, her body wrapped in black leather showed her beautiful curves.

On the high bar is Belmode's wine glass - a goblet with a beautiful and smooth curvature filled with mint-colored wine, which looks like a poison prepared by a beautiful witch under the dazzling lights.

"I thought there was something about the meeting," Toru Amuro raised his eyebrows with great interest, waiting for Belmode's next words, "So you were telling a joke."

"What? Isn't it good to listen to jokes?"

Belmode briefly pulled out of the state of being overjoyed.A slender lady's cigarette was held between the woman's slender and slender fingers. The cigarette butt was lit with a little orange spark, which flickered on and off in the light.

The lingering white mist slowly spewed out from the brightly colored red lips, and that extremely beautiful face appeared vaguely in the mist.

"That's not what I meant." Toru Amuro denied, "Since it's a joke, at least it must have a beginning and an end."

He maintains a strange relationship with Belmode—they know some secrets about each other, and although they maintain a stance of not interfering with each other, Belmode will laugh at Gin behind his back indifferently.

But this is also a normal thing. Who in the organization doesn't know that Gin has long wanted to kill Belmode?It's just that due to various complicated reasons, I can't do it.

"The organization controls many pharmaceutical companies to make it easier for those researchers to do research—you know that very well." Belmode propped up his chin with one hand, and there was a sarcasm in his beautiful blue pupils, "But that The arrogant guy offends the one who can't be offended."

"Those who cannot be offended..."

Toru Amuro thought about Gin's recent movements.

It stands to reason that gin generally does not offend people.Because those people are all dead, there is no extra chance for Gin to offend.And in some recent deployments, the only one who shot Gin but the target didn't die...

"Queen bee?" Amuro transparently realized.

Queen Bee is what many people call Shokuho Misaki privately.

"She knocked those companies down." Belmode held the goblet with his fingers and shook it lightly, the mint-colored liquor glowed with brilliant waves, "The queen bee's revenge is probably better than gin." It hurts to think about it. Now Gin Jiu is about to lose face with the boss."

Of course she was very happy to see Gin being unlucky.

Amuro looked at her with a delicate gaze: "...that is the property of the organization."

"Yes, it is the property of the organization. But what does it have to do with me?" Belmode looked surprised, "The money will not stay in my pocket."

As members with an official code name, they have control over the organization's property to a certain extent—of course, this has to be applied for, and it cannot be an exaggerated amount.But naturally it is impossible to distribute all the money to them, and as an international female star, Belmode's income is obviously higher than 90% of the people in the world.

In addition...she herself is not that loyal, so of course she doesn't feel sorry for those failed pharmaceutical companies, after all, it's not her money.

"Besides, exchanging those companies for a gin joke—" the female star with blond curly hair lightly dusted off the cigarette ash, "it's a very worthwhile deal."

A person with superpowers—and a person with spiritual powers, if he wants to be retaliated by such a person... the consequences are terrible even if he thinks about it.

Although there is a device that can prevent the brain from being prying, no one can live with that thing forever.As long as there is a little flaw, it will cause fatal consequences.

What's frightening is that those whose memories have been snooped on or who have been brainwashed often don't know that their brains are visible to others.

"Movies... next time?" Misaka Mikoto sighed.

"Suspense movies and murder cases do go well together." Shokuhou Misaki clicked his tongue, "...Let's change the subject next time."

Anyway, for them, what is important is not the "content of the movie", but the ambiguous atmosphere of going to the movies together and sitting side by side in a dim movie theater.

"Did a crime happen while watching the movie?" Amuro revealed a regretful look, "That's too unfortunate."

No, it should be said that it was too coincidental.Shokuhou prays for slander.

"We are going back," Edogawa Conan looked at Shokuhou Misaki and Misaka Mikoto, "Where are the two older sisters?"

The boy raised his face, and let out a childish and lovely voice - very good at pretending to be tender.Misaka Mikoto evaluated him in her heart.

"Getting ready to go back to the apartment." Shokuhou Misaki replied with a smile, "After all, a case happened."

She doesn't want to go with Edogawa Conan at all, who knows if there will be any more murders in the future?Staying away from Edogawa Conan is the right choice.

It was already evening when we got back to the apartment.

After winter, the duration of sunshine becomes shorter and shorter, and the drowsy color dyes the sky into a hazy dark blue-gray, and a little moonlight is faintly revealed in the clouds.

"What are you looking at?"

The rich aroma of honey diffused from behind Misaka Mikoto.The girl's soft and tender skin was attached to her shoulders, and the long golden hair with a little water vapor naturally fell on Misaka Mikoto's cheeks.

The ends of her brilliant golden hair fell right on the pages of the beautifully printed book, obscuring the pretty landscape shots.

Misaka Mikoto stretched out her fingers to pick up the strand of blond hair, turned her face slightly, and when she raised her eyes, she met the gaze of the blond queen.

Shokuhou Misaki was half-kneeling on the soft sofa, she stood upright with her upper body so that her body curve fit Misaka Mikoto's back curve, and her slender arms wrapped around her back to her chest.

In this posture, the distance between Misaka Mikoto and Shokuhou Misaki, who turned her face sideways, was so close that she could feel the breath overflowing from the queen's lips and teeth, and she could even count the thick golden eyelashes.

Misaka Mikoto raised her hand, and gently pinned the strand of blond hair behind Shokuhou Misaki's ear. When her fingers brushed against the sensitive auricle, the skin there immediately turned a very light crimson.

"Travel brochure?" Without Misaka Mikoto's answer, Shokuhou Misaki glanced at the contents of this thin book and knew what it was, "Do you want to travel?"

Misaka Mikoto replied: "I took it in the lobby on the first floor of the apartment."

There is also a common room in the hall on the first floor of the student apartment. There is a special bookshelf for magazines at the entrance. The contents of the magazines range from study periodicals to life beauty makeup.

"But if you think about it this way, traveling doesn't seem to be impossible." Shokuhou Misaki continued to think along this line of thought.

"Although there are wide-area social practice every year, of course we are special this time. However, the social practice in previous years is not interesting. The important thing is that there are teachers to supervise and there are too many people..."

In short, it's not suitable for dating.

"Now, we can give it a try." Shokuhou Misaki became interested, "Anyway, we don't need to call Academy City to apply again."

Shokuhou Misaki immediately proposed: "What do you think of Venice?"*

"Even if you want to travel, at least you have to wait until Teidan High School is over?" Misaka Mikoto did not deny Shokuhou Misaki's "travel" proposal. *

She turned her head and continued flipping through the travel brochures, ruthlessly denying Shokuhou Misaki's thoughts, "By then it will be the end of December, you have to go by water to go to a place in this damn cold weather Is it the city you live in? Sports idiots like you, if you fall off a gondola, I'll have to get you out of the water."*

"Southern Hemisphere?" Shokuhou Misaki suggested persistently, "Or how about the Great Barrier Reef? Even in December, diving is no problem at all!"*

"Don't be funny." Misaka Mikoto said in an unbelievable tone of "Are you an idiot?"

Shokuhou-san prayed for perseverance: "Then Neuschwanstein Castle!"*

"It's in Germany." Misaka Mikoto said deadpan, "If you don't mind the ice and snow where you can only see all kinds of roof tops and shiver with the cold, I have no problem."*

She added with a sneer, "After all, I can use microwaves to warm my body, and someone can only cry and beg to borrow my clothes to protect against the cold."*

"You can forget about those old things." Shokuhou Misaki looked very dissatisfied, "I said, Misaka-san, you are not thinking seriously at all, you are only complaining about my proposal." *

"It doesn't matter where you go for travel, right?" Misaka Mikoto said seriously, "The important thing is that two people act together."

"...Well," Shokuhou Misaki hummed unnaturally, agreeing with Misaka Mikoto, "That's true."

Going to amusement parks, watching movies, dating and traveling, the destination itself is actually not important at all, and there is only one most important thing - two people together.

It has always been the process of acting together that gives people the feeling of magical emotions and heart-pounding sensations.

Just getting along with two people will definitely change a lot of things - for example, the relationship between her and Misaka Mikoto.

When they were still in Academy City, none of them thought that they would gradually come together in the next few months, and even become inseparable lovers.

Perhaps it was because Shokuhou Misaki's reaction was a bit different from Misaka Mikoto's expectation, so she turned her face to the side to look at the queen lying on top of her in doubt.

The honey-colored pupils have bright stars, shining brightly under the light.

Misaka Mikoto subconsciously raised her hand and pressed the back of the blonde queen's neck.

Beneath the queen's cascading blond locks, they exchanged a kiss.