Chapter 11 011

On the streets of Yokohama, Vladimir Nabokov, who was being relentlessly pursued by the Port Mafia, was still hopping and skipping around.

Just kidding. How could someone who's been having a blast in Russia for so long, with a nationwide warrant for his arrest, possibly get nervous just because he turned a street-side superpowered man into a little girl? Let alone the fact that he didn't know the man was the boss of the Port Mafia, even if he did, he wouldn't be afraid of it.

To become a nationally wanted criminal, one must possess an exceptionally high level of mental fortitude. Otherwise, one wouldn't have the audacity to commit crimes for which the state is on the wanted list, nor could one evade justice with such a reputation.

—His ability to cause trouble is absolutely one in a million; not just anyone is qualified to be wanted by the whole country.

It was because of this that the incredibly arrogant Nabokov was easily found by the Port Mafia.

And just like that, Nabokov, completely unprepared, was easily cornered.

Nabokov, bouncing around, looked at the four people rushing towards him with undisguised movements and tilted his head innocently.

"Hey, do you gentlemen need something from me?"

Her voice was quite sweet, without any sense of deliberately trying to look young; instead, it exuded an innocent and adorable feeling from the inside out.

If you didn't know his true nature or that he was an experienced pervert like Mori Ougai, it would be really hard to tell him apart from an ordinary child.

Unfortunately, the Port Mafia underlings holding the photos weren't fooled—or rather, they didn't care what their target was in the first place.

Knowing that their target was a superhuman, the Port Mafia members ignored Nabokov's malicious attempts to act cute. Instead, they exchanged glances and silently pulled out... steel pipes from their bags.

Nabokov's expression immediately turned sour.

"Is this how you treat a lovely lady? Honestly, there's a limit to how rude you can be!"

Completely devoid of any fake young girl identity, Nabokov began to berate several members of the Port Mafia with a rather natural demeanor.

"Even if you don't show mercy, you should at least treat a lady with some gentlemanly manners!"

With nimble movements, Vladimir raised his right hand and, to the astonishment of the Port Mafia members in front of him, easily blocked the hand of one of them.

And the handkerchief that hand was holding.

"We've been discovered!"

Compared to the Port Mafia members' surprise, Vladimir remained remarkably calm.

—Attracting attention in front and then launching a sneak attack, it's an old trick. I've seen it dozens of times when I was in Russia.

Vladimir glanced at the handkerchief soaked in filth and pouted in dissatisfaction.

"This tactic is also quite rude, not much better than the previous ones."

Special ability, [Lolita]

The moment the superpower was activated, in a burst of flashing special effects, the Port Mafia member whose arm was being held by Vladimir suddenly transformed into a bewildered little girl, and even the handkerchief in her hand turned into a lace-trimmed handkerchief.

Withdrawing his hand, Vladimir rested his chin on his hand with a somewhat confused expression.

"Huh? So, which is more serious, medication or direct physical action?"

"Green Mountain!"

One of the four Port Mafia members behind him, who seemed to be on good terms with the one Vladimir had turned into a child, strode forward and swung a steel pipe at Vladimir.

Vladimir remained unmoved as the steel pipe swung towards his head.

"Hmm... it's definitely more brutal to just take action directly."

Lolita

Under the influence of the activated supernatural power, the steel pipe turned into a balloon the moment it came into contact with Vladimir—the kind of long, thin balloon used for twisting and shaping.

The balloon brushed past Vladimir's face, and the port mafia member, having exhausted all his strength, stumbled and fell straight ahead—in Vladimir's direction.

"But I personally dislike people who use drugs even more, so it's really hard to say."

Vladimir raised his foot and kicked the person in front of him who was lunging forward with a balloon. His supernatural ability, which was still active, turned the person into a little girl in a flash of light the moment he made contact with Vladimir—and then he was kicked away by Vladimir without stopping.

However, given that Vladimir's strength was not significantly greater than that of a normal young girl, this "kick" was actually quite exaggerated.

Even so, the fact that the two were almost instantly killed made the other three Port Mafia members somewhat hesitant.

The warrior just now proved that the steel pipe attack was useless. The small amount of guns they carried had been turned into a handkerchief by Vladimir, which means that... they really don't have any means to deal with Vladimir right now.

"Hey, big brothers, what do you think?" Vladimir picked up the balloon from the ground and waved it casually.

Which method do you think is more impolite?

With a smile, Vladimir approached several Port Mafia members, exuding an inexplicable sense of oppression, like a cat teasing its prey, gradually closing in on them.

As a result, offense and defense are reversed.

—That's how it should be.

Just as Vladimir was getting closer and closer to the port mafia members, a tumbling smoke bomb was suddenly thrown near his feet, hissing and emitting a lot of white smoke.

"Huh?"

As if afraid of being stopped, the gas from the thrown smoke bombs surged out exceptionally quickly, almost instantly enveloping Vladimir.

With just one breath, the experienced Vladimir could tell that it was a potent anesthetic gas.

"Were all five of them... bait?"

In other words, from the very beginning, those five people were there to distract him so that the other people could throw smoke bombs at him, and just in time to place them where he couldn't reach them.

Feeling that he had no chance of escaping, Vladimir quickly lay down to prevent himself from collapsing if he suddenly lost consciousness.

Falling down isn't scary, but falling down and getting your face hurt is.

When the smoke cleared, the port mafia members hiding in the shadows saw Vladimir lying gracefully on the ground.

There were also three baits lying haphazardly to the side—they were caught in the crossfire.

Several port mafia members responsible for the attack really wanted to complain about Vladimir's behavior of lying down as his first reaction before fainting, but they held back in their words.

Their boss is still watching this side.

"We lost two people? That's still within acceptable limits."

Through the cameras mounted on the shoulders of several members, A, inside the Port Mafia, revealed a satisfied smile.

"Now, let's get this careless lady into the car and bring her back."

After giving the order, A smiled and shook his head.

"Excessive arrogance is a very foolish thing to do, but it is also the easiest thing to take advantage of."

On the other side, the subordinates, fearing being turned into young girls by supernatural abilities, exchanged glances. Amidst the intense eye contact, one of them stepped forward, his lips twitching, and poked Vladimir on the ground with the steel pipe in his hand.

The steel pipe remained unchanged.

The lower-ranking men breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly lifted Vladimir up, carrying him into the car before exchanging a sigh of relief.

Whatever happens after that, it has nothing to do with them.

but……

The group looked at the three unconscious people on the ground and the two people who had turned into young girls, and their mouths twitched even more violently.

They have no experience with this and don't know how to handle it!

And so, Vladimir was captured by the Port Mafia.

The criminal, wanted nationwide, was ridiculously arrested by a few low-level officials due to his carelessness and negligence.

—That's how it should be.

Vladimir, who had been put into the car, smiled through his closed eyes.

He had seen double traps at least dozens of times in Russia.

Vladimir Nabokov was captured by the Port Mafia so easily.