Chapter 15 015
"Cough cough cough..."
Emerging from the smoke covered in dust, Motojiro turned to look at the enormous column of smoke behind him, which was now almost reaching the sky.
"This is way too exaggerated."
Using his hand as a fan, Motojiro, whose glasses were completely shattered, habitually adjusted the frame.
"My lemon bomb alone couldn't have created such a scene. What on earth did that freak throw?"
In the bombardment just now, Kijiro's lemon bomb exploded first, which blew the object thrown by the other side a distance away. In addition, Kijiro was frantically retreating after throwing the lemon, so he didn't see what Vladimir threw.
However, it seems that due to the opposing shockwaves from the explosions, he was only affected by the lemon bombs thrown there.
His special ability, "Lemon Bomb," is a bizarre ability that "ignores the damage caused by any lemon-shaped bomb."
It works quite well in this situation.
Kijiro was almost naked—his clothes had been torn to shreds by the explosion, and the "lemon bombs" only protected him, not his clothes—and ran back to a truck not far away, where he took out a basket of lemon-shaped bombs from the truck bed.
"By the way, is that pervert dead?"
His response was a roar followed by a barrage of gunfire.
"Of course not!! You damn bowl-cut guy!!"
From the smoke, Vladimir, slightly disheveled and covered in dust, rushed out, carrying two assault rifles.
It has to be said that the sight of a twelve-year-old girl carrying two assault rifles is quite shocking.
It looks like a CG image from some cute shooting game.
"Damn it! I'll kill you, you bastard!"
"Huh? He's not dead?" Having dodged all the bullets while crouching in the truck bed, Motojiro Yui revealed a rather terrifying smile. "It's alright, it's alright..."
"Now, it's lemon-giving time!"
He kicked over the basket of lemons in front of him, and a large number of lemon bombs tumbled to Vladimir's feet.
Vladimir's expression changed instantly.
"Do you think bombs are free?!"
With lots of lemons—or rather, bombs—scattered all around, the riot shield is completely useless.
After all, no matter how thick a riot shield is, it can only defend in one direction.
Therefore... Vladimir had no choice but to resort to another defensive measure.
"That damn bastard!"
Vladimir's gorgeous dress was instantly bathed in light.
The lemon-shaped bomb exploded, sending up a cloud of fire and smoke. But Motojiro Iwai paid no attention to it, instead staring at the enormous iron tower that had suddenly appeared before him.
That's right, the Eiffel Tower.
It is about three meters high, forming a cylinder with a relatively rounded top, and its diameter is estimated to be about five or six meters...
Judging from the color, the material is probably some kind of alloy rather than just steel.
If it's solid, its defensive capabilities would be quite astonishing.
Well, this is a special weapon that Romain Rolland jokingly called the Vladimir Full Defense State. Its main materials are the metal hull that was retired from the Nautilus and some new metal.
The "Iron Castle (prison)" was a specially armed unit prepared by the UN for Vladimir.
And it is indeed solid, with a structure so simple that it is a complete block of iron, which can basically defend against any attack except for large-scale missiles.
However, Vladimir didn't like it—because it looked stupid.
However, no matter how much Vladimir dislikes it, he cannot deny that the iron castle is really useful. For example, he just successfully defended against that earth-shattering explosion using it.
On the other side, Motojiro looked at the giant iron tower for a while, and finally decided to continue throwing bombs at the side of the tower.
If Vladimir couldn't see outside, it would be best if he came out and got blown up by the bombs; if he could see outside, he certainly wouldn't show himself under the intense bombing.
As for the support from other port mafia groups, it will arrive soon.
No matter how you look at it, he has the advantage!
At this moment, Vladimir, huddled inside the giant iron tower, was grinding his teeth in annoyance as he observed the outside world through a periscope (not his own, but one that came with the tower).
That bastard is throwing bombs like that, there's no way we can get out!
"If I weren't wearing this outfit without a bomb-throwing port today, you bomb-headed guy would be dead already!"
Well, he transformed his clothes into a giant iron tower—to avoid misunderstanding, Vladimir was wearing a close-fitting undergarment at this moment—and in defensive mode, Vladimir had no offensive capabilities.
He does have two other "clothes" with notches for guns and special grenade launchers, but unfortunately... the one he's wearing today doesn't have those features.
So he was trapped here.
It's not exactly a trap. At least once that guy outside finishes throwing his bombs, he can calmly go out and then use enough firepower to teach that pot-headed bastard a lesson... However, it's obvious that guy has reinforcements.
Once an affair happens, things can get really interesting; he might... really get serious.
But he hated that, so much so that he'd rather be stuck here than actually fight. So Vladimir decided to wait and see if any UN reinforcements would arrive.
Based on his understanding of Agatha Christie, she would likely send someone over to "ensure everything goes smoothly" after finding out he had once again acted recklessly.
Vladimir, who had been saved by Christie's habit several times, was quite grateful to Christie for having this habit.
After deciding on his next move, Vladimir nodded seriously, and then... pulled a box of biscuits from under his seat.
Yes, it's a cookie, chocolate flavored.
Then, Vladimir, with a serious expression, reached into his pocket and pulled out another carton of milk.
Vladimir's serious expression relaxed upon seeing the milk.
"Phew, I thought I forgot to restock after eating last time. Not bad, not bad."
Vladimir began to happily eat cookies and drink milk.
Outside, Motojiro Iwai started throwing lemon bombs in various styles.
The two of them lived in an eerie "peaceful coexistence".
Further away, at the Port Mafia squad that was supposed to be on their way to aid Motojiro Yui.
No, perhaps it can no longer be called a squad.
If more than half of the members die, it seems impossible to form a team again.
"Barry, why did you kill them?"
Standing on the ground, a little boy, whose appearance could only be described as golden, looked up at the sky, his tone carrying a hint of confusion.
In mid-air, another little boy dressed like Robin Hood was taken aback upon hearing this and immediately threw down the man he was holding.
It landed headfirst.
"Because they're the Mafia! That means they're criminals!"
Floating slightly above the position of the golden little boy on the ground, the boy flying in mid-air had a rather proud expression.
It was as if he had just done something incredibly wonderful.
"And their first reaction upon seeing us was to attack, right? So they're definitely bad guys!"
"Bad guys should definitely be killed!"
“I see.” The little boy with the golden hair nodded, agreeing with the statement—“Aren’t we going to help Nabokov?”
"No need, that pervert won't die so easily." Floating in the sky with a grin, the boy's face showed a hint of excitement from the prank he had just come up with—"We can just walk slowly."
The golden boy on the ground nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
"Okay, then."
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