Chapter 65: Bare-Handed Dismantling of High Tower

  "Well, I suppose if we just take down everyone except the student council and Mikoto Misaka, that should do it?" Tsuchimikado replied with a hesitant tone. Just then, the motorcycle suddenly swerved to one side, proving once again that you can't expect someone with a natural airhead attribute to multitask; Kuroko was so startled that she didn't dare ask any more questions, fearing that if she spoke out of turn and ended up getting herself killed, it would be a real tragedy.

  As Jia Lu Chui closed his mouth, he turned to watch the rapidly retreating scenery along the way; it was as if the entire world remained unchanged, with only himself advancing and the blue sky above with a strip of cloud, the wind ceaselessly flowing over his face and body, carrying away the unintelligible whistling sounds, leaving behind both the noisy and quiet contradictory feelings in Jia Lu Chui's heart.

  As a loud rumbling sound suddenly came from the front, the sound waves shook the air and struggled to reach Jiaolong Yimiao's ears, pulling him back to reality from that conflicting feeling.

  He poked his head out from behind the iron railings, half-closing his eyes to shield himself from the wind as he looked around to see which bastard had dared to wake him up from his 'enlightenment', fine, this guy was being a poser again, we'll ignore him for now, let's take a look at the situation on site.

  The inner lane of the overpass ahead has been smashed by a speeding yellow high- something, with red bean paste flying fist, creating a huge hole. A large amount of splashing cement and gravel is falling from the air like raindrops. According to gravity, their height, and the speed of the motorcycle they are on, these cement stones can be ignored.

  What's most eye-catching is that on top of the blue Lamborghini being chased by that yellow high-speed car, there stands a middle school girl with electrifying powers. It can be seen that her feet are like Doctor Octopus' suction cups, standing steadily and avoiding attacks on the speeding car roof, which makes Kaito Minami's heart scream "this is not scientific".

  "Ready, let's go! Ooooohhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

  The intense battle scene suddenly ignited the natural stupid motorcycle rider, who roared with a reminder and then accelerated the motorcycle to its maximum speed, creating a thunderous momentum that sent him charging towards the yellow Gundam.

  Damn it! Is this the rhythm of self-destruction?! After crashing, 0.1 seconds later, more than 80% of my bones will be broken and deformed, my face will be unrecognizable, and more than 40% of my blood will splatter out instantly! What a pathetic way to die!!! As the motorcycle rushes towards the yellow high-rise building, I, who have no time to speak, am also crazily cursing in my heart, and at the same time, I lock onto the rotating mechanism on the right foot of the yellow high-rise building around the knee position and activate all my abilities! Today, I, your grandfather, must make a great achievement of dismantling the high-rise building with bare hands!

  It's either you or me, and I think it's better if you die. With that thought in mind, the wandering arrow finally managed to cause a malfunction in the rotating mechanism just before the motorcycle was about to crash into the yellow pole at high speed.

  Everyone can imagine what would happen if someone's feet suddenly slipped while advancing rapidly on high-speed skates; yes! It's a 720-degree forward roll, sliding all the way down to your skin splitting open until inertia disappears. If you're unlucky, a femoral head collapse or fracture is just an expected outcome.

  The yellow Gundam, now surpassed by the motorcycle, is facing such an encounter. The yellow Gundam, with great inertia, crashes to the ground on the highway in a dog-eating-dirt posture, then uses its face as a fulcrum to do a forward somersault before sliding along the direction of the force until it falls out of the highway section. With a loud explosion sound, if there were two more people and a meow in the sky shouting "goodbye", all the villain's exit routines would be complete.

  This sudden turn of events left Mikoto Misaka, who was standing on top of the Lamborghini striking a pose and preparing to fire her railgun, at a loss for what to do. She had been preparing for this epic battle against the BOSS for so long, only for it to end in an instant? At that moment, she somewhat understood the sentiment behind those otaku guys who said "You've already dragged me down to this point, can't you at least let me see something good?"

  "Glasses girl, can you drive or not? There's such a big yellow obstacle in front of you and you still want to crash into it. Are you really Don Quixote with eyes? Even if you are Don Quixote, that yellow thing is not a windmill! My delicate arms and legs almost got done for today, what a close call, it was really a close call!"

  "Sorry...... sorry...... accidentally set it on fire, so...... %<_<%"

  Mikoto Misaka hadn't yet recovered from that strange feeling when she heard a very familiar and annoying voice coming from behind the motorcyclist who had just arrived, accompanied by apologetic murmurs. The voice sounded like a weak and timid girl's, which didn't match the cool motorcyclist getup at all.

  So she immediately thought of the sudden failure of the yellow high-rise building, and when she looked closely, it was indeed that dead fish eye. Suddenly, her heart was filled with anger, and it was actually that meddling dead fish eye again. Every time, he would provoke people into anger, and then run away after seeing them get angry. Was he really that terrifying? How despicable!

  "That idiot over there, how did you manage to come out and cause trouble again?! I was just about to finish that thing off with a stretch of my hand, who told you to meddle in other people's business?"

  Mikoto Misaka subconsciously started yelling at Toma Kamijou.

  "People who call others idiots are the real idiots! If I waited for you to slowly raise your hand, I'd have been killed and gone to heaven by now! Every time we start fighting, you always have to say a bunch of useless things. Don't you have better things to do than waste my time? Why don't you just go home and read some comics instead?! Jia Luoye shouted back, still fuming from his near-death experience earlier. His heart was still racing, who cares about you now, calm down first!"

  "You! The Eastern sage Confucius once said: 'If you don't teach and punish, then punishment will be frequent and evil will not be overcome!' How can we do without trying to communicate?! We should be tolerant people!" Mikoto Misaka was clearly already being led astray by Toma's words and put aside the important matter at hand to start arguing with him about this.

  "Cut, to be a tolerant person, Tang Ma Ru also taught us to be a tolerant chicken; do you know that the next sentence is: Teach without punishment, then the treacherous people will not be punished! By the time you finish talking nonsense, the person who should die may have escaped, and the person who should be saved may have died. You know I almost died just now!

  You're looking down on someone with a 45-degree angle of view, but the person you quoted said something that I happen to know more about than you? No way! PS: I had a colleague from a certain artillery regiment in Sichuan, and according to him, after the Vietnam War ended, the old soldiers who returned to garrison were very arrogant at first, but gradually calmed down over time."