Chapter 13 013

A kicked one of his men who was walking by, and his expression turned extremely ugly.

Vladimir did not accept the offer—he was very unhappy that things were not going according to plan.

Well, at least the stronger Vladimir's abilities are, the more advantageous it will be for his plans.

"It's to be expected that this kind of 'celebrity' has a bit of arrogance." After consoling himself, A turned to his subordinates—"You remember..."

"Oh dear, it really is a low-quality material."

A voice that Vladimir could not possibly hear suddenly came from behind him, causing him to turn around in horror.

At this moment, Vladimir was standing where there should have been an extremely heavy iron gate, criticizing an ordinary wooden door embedded in the wall.

"So ordinary after being transformed by 'Lolita'... This iron door looks really cheap."

Vladimir reached out and knocked on the wooden door, giving A, who was standing there dumbfounded, a disdainful sidelong glance.

Vladimir used contempt for the poor!

"I never expected him to be such a poor guy."

— Calm UN is the one who's truly poor!

Seeing Vladimir run out, A quickly calmed down.

A glance at the now empty exit, and the part of the mechanical structure that was originally in the door crack that could be seen from the side, and the wooden door that was rather comically embedded in that mechanical structure, A almost instantly figured out how Vladimir had come out.

It would be a miracle if you couldn't see through this kind of blatant blatant disregard for evidence.

"So that's how it is. You just turned the alloy seal into this inferior wooden door? That's really unexpected."

Or rather, I'd never thought of it that way before.

“My opinion of you has improved again, but…” A snapped his fingers calmly, and his two henchmen immediately threw a pre-prepared poison gas grenade at Vladimir’s feet.

The two gas grenades were cleverly separated by a distance.

At the same time, gas began to spew out from the vents in the basement behind Vladimir.

Vladimir tilted his head again—a habitual gesture of his—to examine the two smoke grenades on the ground, but made no reaction to them.

Looking at Vladimir's figure shrouded in smoke.

"I am the winner."

Only when Vladimir's figure was completely shrouded in smoke did A wave dismissively to his men beside him.

"Send someone to arrest her and bring her back in a bit. This time, have someone keep an eye on her. If she does anything unusual, activate the poison gas immediately."

As he spoke, A glanced once more at the dissipating smoke.

For some reason, A had a sense of crisis from the very beginning, as if... something terrifying was filling this place.

A shivered and turned to leave.

The next instant, A's movements stopped again.

—And what made A stop moving once again was Vladimir's voice.

There's something I don't understand.

Vladimir's voice came from within the smoke, but his tone was as strange as if it were coming from behind a thick layer of material.

Why do you always seem to think I'm weak?

A small figure stepped out from the smoke, but his movements were quite steady and powerful.

The figure was wearing a rather large gas mask.

That's Vladimir.

Seeing A and his men frozen in place, Vladimir habitually tilted his head, but what he said had nothing to do with the present situation.

"Russia's total population is 140 million, and approximately 28.6 million Russians died in World War II."

The death toll was stated in a flat manner, while Vladimir's gas mask was covered by light.

"And the population loss I caused in Russia is about 600,000, which is 2% of the population loss in Russia during the war, and 0.4% of the total population of Russia."

The light on the mask faded, and the mask disappeared with it.

The moment the thought crossed A's mind, she realized that the mask hadn't disappeared.

Because he keenly noticed that Vladimir had an extra headband on his head compared to when he was wearing a gas mask.

"Lolita"?

Seeing the horrified stares directed at him, Vladimir flashed a sweet and lovely smile.

"I committed such a crime and was wanted by the entire Russian government for twelve years, yet I am still so healthy and free... Why do you think I am so weak?"

That was a miscalculation.

A frowned, looking somewhat serious.

However, it didn't exceed the limit by much.

"BOSS!" At the entrance, a well-armed squad of A's men rushed over.

Seeing his men charging towards him, A pointed a ferocious expression at Vladimir in front of him and shouted, "Kill him!"

At this point, he couldn't care less about plans or superpowers; he might as well just kill this troublesome guy who had caused him to lose face time and time again.

As for Mori Ougai's ability, wouldn't it be that his ability would be removed after he died? Besides, it would be more advantageous for Mori Ougai to keep his ability intact.

"Oh, so you were prepared?"

Vladimir, who also saw the group, softened his expression and became more interested.

"Hey, as long as you don't look down on me, everything is fine."

Seeing the enemy rushing over and raising their guns, Vladimir flicked his wrist and pulled a handkerchief from his pocket.

—It's the handkerchief he used to cover his nose when he missed his target, Alice.

A's men stood in front of A and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"So, 'Lolita'."

The instant Vladimir deactivated his powers, the handkerchief in his hand expanded in a burst of bright light, transforming into a gigantic entity.

The still-glowing entity didn't touch the ground because Vladimir had raised it at the wrong angle. So it crashed to the ground with a heavy thud.

The next instant, intense gunfire erupted, and almost simultaneously, the sound of the impact bouncing off some kind of material rang out.

As the light faded, the physical object in Vladimir's hand was revealed.

—It was a huge, heavy-duty special forces-grade riot shield.

"Damn it." A, somewhat exasperated, tugged at his collar. "Keep attacking! Beat him until he doesn't dare show his face!"

Despite saying that, A walked outside without slowing down.

Vladimir's performance somewhat frightened him.

"Eh—"

Standing behind the riot shield, Vladimir pulled out a periscope from somewhere and stuck it on the shield. Seeing A about to leave, he immediately made a rather cute sound expressing his dissatisfaction.

Like the innocent yet dissatisfied voice of a child who hasn't received a toy.

"You promised to find me a playmate, but you just ran away. That won't do!"

Vladimir was referring to what A had told him during the negotiations: a "suitable playmate."

"In that case—"

Vladimir pulled a pearl from the pearl necklace around his neck.

He didn't break the entire necklace because it was designed so that the pearls could be pulled off.

If you pull out a pearl, all that's left on the necklace is a tiny base.

After looking through the periscope again, Vladimir raised his hand and threw the pearl out from the side of the riot shield.

"Heave-ho!"

They even provided the voiceover quite thoughtfully.

The pearl bounced twice on the ground, then rolled down to the feet of one of Vladimir's men who was firing at him, without alerting anyone.

Because the gunshot was so loud, no one even noticed the tiny pearl.

Vladimir smiled happily upon discovering that his actions had gone unnoticed, and once again cheerfully began dubbing.

"Bang—"

The pearl, thrown at the feet of the armed bodyguards, flashed for a moment, and then... turned into an unpinned high-explosive grenade.

Then……

"BOOM—!!"

Vladimir made the loudest onomatopoeic sounds possible, even turning his cheeks red.

However, it still couldn't compare to the sound of a real bomb exploding.

"Ah, the game of volume with Mr. Bomb has failed again."

With a flick of his wrist, the massive riot shield transformed into a handkerchief once more, which Vladimir pocketed. Looking at the corpses scattered on the ground and A and his unarmed men fleeing further away, Vladimir's still-adorable, rosy cheeks broke into a smile once more.

"So, next up is a speed race with Miss Bullet!"

As he raised his hand, a ring on Vladimir's finger was suddenly enveloped in light and transformed into a small dagger.

"start--"

The basement was filled with the incessant sounds of gunfire, the cries of people, and the clear, cheerful laughter of children, like that of larks.