Chapter 57

The rescue of Vladimir and Defoe was much easier than expected.

Basically, Verne drove the Nautilus around the building twice, showing off, and when a few people started to peek out, Barry dumped a huge pile of dolls down from above.

As is widely known, Vladimir's special ability is to turn objects into cute things, including dolls.

As is widely known, there is approximately a 100% probability that the doll Vladimir holds in his hand is transformed from [a specific object/item].

And then? Then several figures immediately shrank back inside. The two ASAs who were originally outside vanished without a trace in an instant. Their escape speed was so fast that even Cervantes was amazed.

Huh? Why Cervantes?

In short, using the large group of puppets as cover, Barry used a Rattlesnake maneuver to pull Vladimir ashore, while Defoe immediately disappeared in a flash.

Vladimir, who was still hanging upside down in mid-air with Barry pulling his legs, behaved himself and did not swing around. Instead, he looked up at the pile of dolls on the ground.

How likely is it to be true?

Using his supernatural abilities, Barry pulled Vladimir upwards, then chuckled and reversed direction, flying to Vladimir's side, where they both looked up at the ground.

"Only half a percent."

If it collapses, this entire building will be covered in rubble... UN will lose at least half a year's income.

—Of course, that's assuming you deduct the submarine maintenance costs; that's when it truly becomes a money-devouring pit.

So, in reality, Verne cost more money than Vladimir (just kidding).

However, apart from Vladimir himself marking it, no one could tell the difference between the real doll and the exploding doll. In this situation, falling down to scare people and cover one's line of sight was very useful.

If someone were stubborn enough to only throw the explosives down... Balzac alone could probably throw all that explosives a safe distance away before it explodes.

However, with the current number of dolls, Balzac could no longer do that.

After hearing Barry's words, a slightly sinister smile gradually appeared on Vladimir's face.

"Half a percent is enough."

Strange light began to shimmer among the scattered dolls.

Lewis and Fabre, who had already run far away, looked back, their faces stiffened, and they began to run away quickly again.

This number is much larger than I imagined!

↑Yes, we can guess that the pile the UN threw couldn't all be real bullets, but we still have to run.

After all, they don't know which one is real. What if all the dolls around them happen to be fake... who can they complain to?

In short, it's best to run away first.

However, there were more dolls on the scene than they had imagined, and the two people caught in the rain of dolls had no choice but to continue their escape.

The doll transformed back into a dummy and exploded very quickly, leaving only a second or two of space. Before the two of them could run a few more steps, a violent roar came from behind them.

The two immediately lunged forward and covered each other's heads with practiced ease.

After a series of explosions that were almost deafening, the two quickly turned around and saw the original building, which was almost completely flattened by the explosion, facing the submarine.

The two were dumbfounded as they stared at the "ruins".

Lewis opened his mouth and made several syllables, but the intense emotional fluctuations and his stuttering prevented him from uttering a single complete sentence.

Fabre was slightly better than Lewis; at least he could still speak normally: "Have these people in the UN gone mad?"

Not only did they carry out a major explosion in the city before, but now they've even bombed government buildings?

He remembered that the UN leader was Christie. How did the clock tower attendants train such a reckless guy? Detonating things at the drop of a hat?

After catching his breath, Lewis was finally able to speak: "I...I thought...that Holmes...Morse...that their game was a precise and intimate activity."

To be honest, Fabre didn't understand Lewis's statement; it was too fragmented.

After finishing speaking, Lewis, realizing that others might not understand, did not press the matter, but instead looked in the direction where the meeting room had originally been.

Amidst the exposed concrete and steel bars, a structure encased in steel, roughly the size of a room, caught his attention.

That was the area that originally belonged to the conference room.

Just as Lewis was straining to look in that direction, the large piece of steel began to move as if it were alive, quickly retracting into the building. Then, several missiles suddenly flew out from the steel.

To be honest, both Fabre and Lewis felt that these missiles were somewhat unnecessary. After all, it was impossible for a UN submarine to be hit by them.

As expected, things unfolded exactly as they had predicted.

Before Fabre and Lewis could even see how the submarine was moving in the sky, the Nautilus had already moved away from the missile's original flight path by the time they realized what was happening.

The submarine in the sky paused for a moment, then, as if pulled by something, it suddenly disappeared.

Lewis and Fabre looked at each other in bewilderment.

Fabre looked up at the sky, making sure there was no trace of the submarine, and spoke first: "Go back and report?"

Lewis hesitated: "Should we be on guard? I feel like they left so quickly... they seem a bit suspicious."

Fabre, who thought Lewis's words made sense, did not respond, but continued to look at the sky, glancing left and right.

Before the two could reach a conclusion, they saw a figure appear in the air above the ruins, flashing and beginning to freefall.

Fabre, who recognized Defoe by his physique and special effects, asked, "Is that ability time-limited or something?"

Lewis thought for a moment, and was about to speak when he saw another figure carrying a large bag rush out from where the wall had been, and bump right into Defoe, who was falling.

The next moment, in a flash, the two of them disappeared simultaneously.

Lewis: "It seems there is no time limit."

Fabre: "I think so too."