Chapter 121 Anger
The reason they could argue over something like this isn't because they're both incredibly immature to argue endlessly over such a trivial matter. Even someone as immature as Vladimir wouldn't argue over something so pointless unless she was facing Barry.
For example, Vladimir's side, she got so caught up in the argument that she forgot the original purpose of the argument, and the initial shouting match gradually turned into a simple banter.
Asimov, on the other hand, was happy to cooperate because he was good at multitasking and knew that if he got distracted during an argument, he wouldn't be the one who would suffer.
Putting everything else aside, the fight between the two has indeed become increasingly intense, as can be seen from the changes in the firepower they exchange.
In a short period of time, Vladimir's number of heavy machine guns increased from one to two. Asimov, on the other hand, was constantly collecting metallic materials from the surroundings, generating weapons while simultaneously supplying ammunition for his own.
Because of the unique nature of his abilities, he doesn't carry weapons when he goes out on missions, but instead carries a lot of chemical explosives. In terms of endurance, Asimov is no weaker than Vladimir, who carries a lot of ammunition.
Therefore, as ammunition and gunpowder were continuously consumed, the two men, realizing that something was wrong, unleashed even more intense firepower, and the exchange of fire gradually escalated to a fever pitch.
In that short time, Vladimir and Asimov had already begun exchanging fire with small missile launchers.
After realizing that heavy machine guns were ineffective against the enemy, the two men simultaneously pulled out more powerful weapons.
Vladimir swiftly deployed the "Iron Castle," the thick metal and shock-absorbing inner lining shielding him from most of the missile's power, leaving the frail Vladimir unharmed.
Asimov, having absorbed a large amount of metal, is now showing signs of evolving into a miniature Gundam. His body is three or four times thicker than before, and he withstood four miniature missiles without any problems.
Let us observe a 0.3-second silence for the only Yokohama building to be damaged in this process.
Vladimir, trapped in the Iron Castle, stared at Asimov, who had been hit by a missile but was completely unharmed. He clicked his tongue in annoyance, then turned on his megaphone and started arguing with Asimov: "Damn tin man! If you're so capable, fight me fair and square instead of with all that armor!"
"It's obvious your armor is even thicker than mine!" Asimov's two heavy machine guns had dwindled to one at some point, and the metal on his shoulder was starting to deform as if he were assembling something. "So you had no right to criticize me from the start!"
However, Vladimir was clearly the kind of person who was unreasonable, and she chose to ignore Asimov's rebuttal in a straightforward manner: "So what? If you're so capable, then don't wear armor!"
After exchanging a few more words with Asimov through the megaphone, Vladimir finally regained some of his senses and began to realize that something was wrong.
Seeing Asimov willing to be outgunned by Vladimir in terms of firepower in order to assemble the unidentified structure on his shoulder, Vladimir bit his lip in annoyance.
Although I don't know what Asimov is up to, that thing looks extremely ominous...
Asimov had collected most of the surrounding metal, and Vladimir had turned the rest into a pile of cotton wool. Asimov had now temporarily evolved into his complete form.
Therefore, the parts of the structure that Asimov lost cannot be replaced in the short term, and the things to be reassembled by abandoning these... no matter how you look at it, they are the kind of "big guys" that can instantly turn the tide of battle.
After gritting his teeth and thinking for a while, Vladimir pulled out a lion doll with a sly look on his face and stuffed it into the air pump cannon next to him.
—This is the most powerful bomb in her collection.
The aiming and launching were completed in one go, and Vladimir, the master of burning money, once again squandered a large sum of funds.
Asimov seemed to have taken a defensive stance as well, but in the blink of an eye, Vladimir's vision was obscured by the white light of the explosion, so it was impossible to be certain.
Vladimir stared intently at the site of the explosion, his hand still on the trigger: "Success, success, success... Please, please, no accidents..."
The smoke and dust had thinned considerably, but a large, Gundam-like creature could still be vaguely seen inside.
Vladimir's face fell: Okay, it still failed.
Is the "no harm from smoke" rule true?
Then, as the smoke cleared, Vladimir looked at the "big guy" on Asimov's shoulder, his eye twitching.
That thing looks exactly like... an electromagnetic cannon that's charging up!
Pulling out something like this in a small battlefield is definitely a foul!
Without a second thought, Vladimir kicked the iron wall behind him without hesitation. The combined effect of his supernatural ability and the impact turned the already discontinuous wall into a cushion as it flew out, leaving a gap in the iron castle.
Vladimir then immediately jumped out through the gap.
The next instant, the electromagnetic cannon on Asimov's shoulder fired. Vladimir's naked eye could not catch the trajectory of the cannonball at all. He only saw the upper part of her iron castle disappear in a series of impacts and explosions.
Without a doubt, if her reaction had been even slightly slower, she would have evaporated on the spot by now, or at the very least, she would have left behind a trail of blood.
Terrified by the power of the attack, Vladimir cautiously peered out to observe Asimov's situation, and resolved to run away immediately if the weapon could fire in rapid succession.
Fortunately, Asimov's electromagnetic gun didn't seem to be a finished product. After one use, it emitted black smoke as if it had exploded, and Asimov himself was hit over the head and even lost his balance.
This is one of the shortcomings of Asimov's "I, Robot": while treating the machine as a limb to be controlled, the machine will also produce feelings similar to a real body, only much weaker.
For example, when his electromagnetic cannon exploded, it was like an ordinary person's arm exploding. Asimov's special senses made him feel little pain, but... he was just stunned, as if someone had hit him on the head with a brick with all their might.
Vladimir, who had been peering around curiously, immediately felt relieved upon seeing the scene—this electromagnetic cannon not only couldn't fire continuously, but also seemed to have significant side effects.
Running back to the Iron Castle to change the remaining half back into his dress, Vladimir casually combed his hair, which had been messed up during the emergency evasion, and jogged toward the box on the ground.
Vladimir, having dodged in time, was not seriously injured. Although the dress that had transformed into the "Iron Castle" was now tattered, Vladimir could shamelessly jump up and continue fighting Asimov.
However, just as Vladimir took out the box to give Asimov a "big" one, she suddenly felt a sticky sensation spreading across her cheeks and quickly moving to her shoulders and then her arms.
Vladimir looked down blankly and raised his hand, only to see bright red blood flowing down his arm.
The pain, which had been temporarily ignored due to the surge in adrenaline, finally arrived, and waves of stinging sensations began in Vladimir's cheeks, constantly stimulating his nerves.
Vladimir looked up blankly.
"what happened?"
She carefully touched her cheek, and a stinging sensation came the moment her hand touched her face. After a couple of tentative touches, she could clearly feel a deep and long scratch on her—no, it should be said that it appeared on "Lolita's" face.
Rationally, Vladimir knew very well that injuries of this severity wouldn't leave scars with proper care. Furthermore, whether it was the "Neverland" that Barry had kept for everyone, which could reverse time and erase the injuries, or her own "Lolita," once removed and reused, no scars would appear on her face. However, her emotions and anger overwhelmingly prevailed over her reason at that moment.
At that moment, his heart seemed to become a huge and scorching furnace, with boiling blood flowing through his body like fire. Nabokov's rationality was burned away the instant the blood flowed through his brain.
"What have you done?!"
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