Chapter 116 Violence
At the edge of the Yokohama evacuation zone, Hemingway, who had just gone out to eat a bowl of ramen, was picking his teeth with a toothpick and strolling back to the original assembly point.
Behind him, Asimov, with a strange device resembling an antenna on his head, followed Hemingway at the same slow pace.
"Captain, the remaining two groups seem to have started exchanging fire."
Hemingway didn't stop walking, and his pace didn't change either: "That means we'll have five fewer enemies to encounter, which is good."
“But the UN only sent five people to their side.” Asimov said matter-of-factly, “After excluding the one person who is not combat-ready, the whereabouts of six people are still unknown.”
"Statistically speaking, the UN still holds the advantage in terms of numbers."
“They also have to deal with the group, the Armed Detective Agency, and the Port Mafia. They are definitely short-handed.” Hemingway appeared quite lazy, but his thoughts were exceptionally clear. “In the end, we don’t have that many people to deal with. There’s a good chance that the main thing is to delay them.”
"But Captain, I still think you should work a little more seriously and deal with unexpected accidents with the right attitude."
"for example?"
“For example,” Asimov stopped, “have you ever heard the noise produced by a large, solid object moving at high speed and rubbing against the air?”
Hemingway: "...Asimov, how many times have I told you, speak like a human being."
This long string of nonsense is just a jumble of random things.
"To put it bluntly, something is rushing towards us at high speed." Asimov's pupils contracted—or rather, the mechanical structure that resembled pupils began to shrink—as if confirming something. "Based on the current intelligence analysis, that unit is most likely 'Stained Silver' Cervantes."
Hemingway listened intently: "Sonic? But it's too quiet now, it doesn't seem like it."
"Dirty Silver" could exceed the speed of sound if it were running at full speed and accelerating for a sufficient period of time. However, given how quiet the city is right now, there shouldn't be a supersonic humanoid vehicle rampaging around like that.
“It’s not the speed of sound…” Asimov paused abruptly, “To correct you, it should be two objects moving at nearly the same speed toward us, with a steady speed of about 90 kilometers per hour.”
"I understand, two people." Hemingway rested his chin on his hand and thought for a moment. "And who do you think came along with the third one?"
Asimov remained expressionless, his pupils still not returning to normal: "I don't know, but they're getting closer and closer."
"Okay, then I'll do two sets of warm-up exercises first..."
As he spoke, Hemingway began to move his wrists and ankles, occasionally adding a stretching motion.
Asimov stared straight ahead, whether out of indifference or simply out of habit, silently observing the readings.
Then, one of the readings in Asimov's line of sight began to spike without warning.
"Captain! One unit's speed is starting to increase dramatically! Speed..."
As soon as Asimov shouted his warning, a huge silver figure crashed through the office building next to Hemingway and Asimov and charged toward them.
Then, in the next instant, Hemingway was sent flying backward, and the silver figure continued to chase after him almost without stopping, and then disappeared from Asimov's sight along with Hemingway, who was originally flying in mid-air.
An ordinary person would probably not even realize what was happening. But Asimov's motion capture device made him clearly aware of what had happened.
In his supernatural state, Cervantes smashed through the wall and charged towards them without stopping. His right fist, imbued with speed and kinetic energy, struck Hemingway squarely in the face. Then, his left hand grabbed Hemingway's head as he flew backward, and he continued charging forward.
Asimov twisted his neck 180 degrees to look behind him. But even with just twisting his neck for speed, he couldn't keep up with Cervantes' speed. He could only see the wall crushed by the enormous force and the bright red marks that stretched along the impact marks.
Asimov: ...
This scene really does easily evoke negative associations.
For example, it's like his captain had his head pressed against a wall and then ground down at a speed of hundreds of kilometers per hour.
Just as Asimov was pondering whether it was still necessary to continue the rescue efforts, the sound of another engine reached his ears.
As Asimov's head fell, he saw an armored vehicle drift around the ruins created by Cervantes's crash, and then gracefully park on a clean street.
With a violent bang, an enraged Vladimir kicked open the car door and jumped out of the armored vehicle's driver's cab, carrying a brown leather suitcase covered in cartoon stickers.
When he jumped out, Vladimir was still pressing the communicator on his ear, angrily complaining.
"That Don Quixote guy is really unreliable! He was speeding at over 100 kilometers per hour on the street?! He's a tank, I'm not! Do you know how terrified I was when I was following him in my car? If we crashed into something, I'd be on the verge of death!"
Asimov heard something being said on the other end of the communicator, but he couldn't make out what it was. However, he thought the speaker sounded like Defoe.
Vladimir's anger subsided slightly, and he muttered, "I'll stop talking about it for now," before looking up at Asimov.
Vladimir placed one hand on the armored vehicle, which then transformed into a toy car in a flash of light. As he withdrew his hand, Vladimir gave Asimov a slightly awkward curtsy: "Hello, Mr. Unknown Gatekeeper."
“I am Asimov.” Asimov returned the greeting in a standard manner, and then said to Vladimir in a righteous tone, “You were wrong just now. When you two came over, your speed was a steady 90 kilometers per hour. You did not accelerate to 100 or more.”
Vladimir: "..."
What strange and unusual things is this person paying attention to?!
Stunned and speechless, Vladimir realized his lapse in composure and coughed twice: "Um...shouldn't you have worried about your captain first, then scolded me a couple of times before running off to save him?"
Asimov remained unfazed: "If the captain is injured to this extent, then I have no need to provide any support."
This was so reasonable that Vladimir paused for a moment before tentatively saying, "No, what if he's still alive..."
This time, Asimov paused blankly for a moment before saying, "Sorry, there might be something wrong with my wording."
"What I'm trying to say is that if the captain is already injured to this extent, then even if I go there, I'll only be a hindrance."
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