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The next day it was Bourbon and Scotch who nursed the baby-me.

When the two of them took me out like an old married couple, I met a beautiful older sister who was riding a motorcycle and wearing a leather jacket.

The beautiful sister took off the helmet, and the long golden hair immediately flowed out, shining like gold in the sun... So it turns out that gangsters also wear helmets in drag racing?I thought they were just wearing dark glasses for show.

Wait, this beautiful sister looks so familiar, like a certain Hollywood actress I once saw in a movie... Damn it! ! !

Hold on, I can't show a wavering look!

Sure enough, how beautiful are the gangsters since ancient times?

The beautiful sister stared at my face for a while, then turned to ask Bourbon: "Did you mess around with the illegitimate daughter you brought back?"

"Pfft ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha." Scotland laughed out loudly again, "Just look at me and say ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha."

I said sternly to my beautiful sister, "No, he can't give birth to a white and lovely daughter like me!"

"Pfft." The beautiful sister let out a snort and trembled, almost unable to hold the slender lady's cigarette between her fingertips. "Bourbon, your daughter seems to dislike you."

"Don't worry about it, Belmode." Bourbon lifted my back collar sullenly, picked me up as easily as a chicken, and walked away.

This man is really small-minded, isn't it true that he looks dark?Such a hot temper, eat gunpowder!

It took a long time to walk this part of the road. Bourbon took me to the shooting range and threw me a pistol without saying a word.He raised his chin towards the bullseye hanging in the shooting range at a distance of at least 100 meters, "Try."

ha?Is this what people say?

If I’m really the kind of kid who doesn’t know anything about firearms for the first time, I might start to doubt my life at this time—no, I didn’t teach me how to use a gun, and I didn’t teach me how to shoot correctly Posture, does this mean that I am self-taught by feeling?

I think Bourbon, a narrow-minded black-skinned man, is taking revenge on what I just said about him being dark.

Pooh.

In the end, the kind-hearted Scotland took the gun in my hand, and showed me how to load it and put on the insurance. While showing me, he complained about Bourbon, a man with a heart as dark as his skin: "You are too far ahead. Come on, give the little girl a little buffer time."

As an ordinary little girl seeing a gun for the first time, I knew I should be trembling and panicking, so Bourbon naturally took this as a normal reaction: "You have no turning back, there is only one way to go Go to the dark, so I will not show mercy to you."

He didn't seem gentle at this time.

"Let me see how 'anything goes' you say, shoot."

In fact, from pistols to rifles, submachine guns to sniper rifles to single-barreled rocket launchers, there is nothing I can't use.These are all compulsory subjects for a qualified detective in the Special Department, and I am more awesome.

It's not me bragging, even if I close my eyes and shoot a few shots in the sky, I can hit the target accurately.

It has been said that the department directly under me is the Supernatural Special Affairs Division of the Ministry of Internal Affairs. If I don’t have any supernatural supernatural abilities, how can I stay in this department, right?

My superpower is to control the air, that is to say, even if I close my eyes and fire the gun into the sky, the bullet can turn 180 turns under my control and then accurately hit the target with a headshot.

As for why my ability is said to be a superpower rather than the supernatural ability collectively referred to in this world, it is because I came from a parallel world.

In the parallel world I was originally in, there was a city called Academy City. 80% of the main population in this city were students, and most of the second students had superpowers.Superpowers are not innate abilities, but superpowers that are stimulated from the potential of the human body by developing the brain in Academy City.

To briefly explain, superpowers cannot be used well if IQ is not enough and learning is not good, because this is not instinct, but requires a lot of calculations to use.

Lv.5 is the highest-level superpower, and there are only seven superpowers with a level of Lv.230 among the 7 million people in Academy City.

As we all know, there are four of the Big Three, five of the Four Heavenly Kings, and seven of the Braves of the Six Flowers. According to this law, there are of course eight of the seven Lv.5 superpowers.

And I, Yagisawa Yayoi, am the eighth Lv.5 superpower of Schrödinger, and my ability is to control the air.

I originally cooperated with them in research at a research institute in Academy City. This research institute got tired of doing inhuman human experiments, so I came up with a whim and planned to build an awesome machine that can travel through time and space.

When they were conducting the final stage of the experiment, the broken machine exploded, successfully killing all the members of the entire research institution.

I suspect that it was because of my strong ability to erupt because of the desire to survive at that moment. The success resonated with the energy fluctuations generated by the space-time machine, which led me to travel to this parallel world that does not exist in Academy City but has supernatural powers. world.

The damn thing is that I've shrunk.

Shrunk from 15 years old to 12 years old, even my breasts, which finally had a little ups and downs, also shrunk! ! !

In order to do as the Romans do, I gave my super power an awesome and literary name - supernatural power - and listen to the wind.

In order not to arouse suspicion, under the watchful eyes of Bourbon and Scotland, I shook my hands and fired a few shots, perfectly demonstrating the diarrhea skills that a novice rookie should have.

The bullets missed without exception, and I got a relentless jeer from Bourbon.

"You suck at shooting," Bourbon said.

Hello?Is there something wrong with you?Are you born awesome when you touch a gun for the first time?Our eldest brother doesn't laugh at the second brother, okay.

What's more, my marksmanship might be better than yours.

"Bourbon was very good when he first touched a real gun," Scotland smiled. "None of the ten bullets missed the target."

Bourbon smiled arrogantly at me, and I interpreted the meaning of his smile - you are too bad.

"You might as well go back to kindergarten and retake it."

"Then I'm really sorry for you!!!"

……OK.You are too strong, I am too weak, I admit defeat.

If it's just shooting skills, maybe ten of them can't match one of Bourbon's, but I have a very accurate positioning of myself. If I can use superpowers, why don't I use them?People who don't use superpowers because of personal heroism... With all due respect, they are either stupid or pretending.

Anyway, I will die if I want to save face without superpowers. Without superpowers, I will fight five scums more than five scums. The probability of winning in hand-to-hand combat is basically infinitely close to 0.

"You have to keep working hard." Bourbon tapped me on the head.

I spat at him, "Are you responsible for knocking me stupid?"

"What about Pengci?" Bourbon said, "You don't have a very bright mind."

I'm not convinced anymore, I'm a superhuman!You can recite the last few thousand digits of pi, and any formula used by any superpower can write a few meters away. If I talk to you about academics, you are just a younger brother!

"It's too much. I'm a developing star of the future in Japan. The brain cells you killed today are enough for me to win a Nobel Prize in Mathematics!"

"Be sober. First of all, you are a gangster now, and you can't pass the political review." Bourbon glanced at me speechlessly. "Secondly, there is no Nobel Prize in Mathematics, you single-cell idiot."

Of course I know that there is no mathematics prize for the Nobel Prize, cut.

"Speaking of which, Bourbon and Scotland aren't real names, right?" I didn't answer, and covered my forehead that Bourbon had tapped to change the subject, "You don't look like foreigners. Is this some kind of fashionable code name?"

"That's right, it's the code name. Our code names are all wine names." Scotland answered me empathetically.

"Wow, that sounds amazing." I looked at Scotland with bright eyes, "Then can I have a fashionable code name?"

Bourbon said indifferently: "No. You are just a low-level person who does not deserve to have a code name. Do you have any contribution other than eating my food, drinking my food, wasting air and food, and spreading rubbish every day?"

"..."

Shit, I want to give him a shot right now.

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