"Boom!"

With a roar, Tatami slammed through the wall and flew upside down from the room, followed by a tall, muscular teenager as an orangutan. He wore a cheap coat on his bulging muscles, as if the slightest exertion would tear the clothes. His right hand was clenched into a fist, and his left hand held a peculiar pistol.

"I think I've found the right person." Pulling out the bullet embedded in the muscle, Tatami shook his hand unconcernedly, and his face showed an expression that was indeed so.

"Capable one, I advise you not to beat his idea, if you know each other, get out of here quickly, see that you are a girl, I will not trouble you!" Unlike his destructive appearance, his tone is rather gloomy, and his flat voice without intonation is like spitting out photocopy paper.

"I'm sorry, but I had to find him!" Tatami moved his arm and said firmly.

"You brought it on yourself." As if sighing, Komaba Rider said in his distinctively gloomy voice.

As soon as his words fell, his figure disappeared with a swish. It's not that he's gone, it's that it's too fast, and the naked eye of ordinary people can't see his shadow at all. It's a pity that Tatami is the best at this kind of high-speed combat.

With just a slight movement of his footsteps, Komaba Ride's unusually swift attack swooped into the air, slamming his fist to the ground, stirring up clouds of dust.

"Your action" Tatami's left hand shook slightly, and Komaba Led suddenly felt a sharp pain in his abdomen, and the whole person flew upside down, hit the wall, and covered his abdomen in pain, and at this time, Tatami's second half of the sentence slowly floated in, "It's too slow!" ”

"Ahem" Komaba Ride endured the severe pain, glanced at Tatami who didn't seem to have moved, and muttered, "Is it a physical enhancement ability?" That's a tricky guy. ”

"If I'm not mistaken, you seem to be incapacitated, right?" Tatami looked indifferently at Komaba Led, as if he were looking at a dying kitten on the side of the road, and said what seemed to be mockery.

"You guy!" Komaba Ride, who had been told by Tatami to be in the sore spot, had a darker voice. Ignoring the pain in his abdomen and the load on his body, he slammed his elbow against the wall behind him. The bricks that fell because of the attack became his most suitable means of attack at this time.

The whip-like burst kick correctly hits the falling bricks, and the bricks fly towards Tatami at a terrifying speed, which is no different from being hit in the front with a shotgun if remembered.

"If it was the previous gun, I might not be afraid to do it directly, but it's just an ordinary brick," Tatami smiled confidently, only to see his left hand turn into an afterimage, and all the flying bricks were caught in his hand.

Then, in the same way, he threw the bricks and returned the fire one by one to Komaba Ridder.

Komaba Raid didn't have Tatamy's ability to grasp bullets, and despite his best efforts to dodge, a few pieces hit him in the shoulder, and a little blood oozed from his black coat.

"Is this speed a clockwork bandage?" Tossing a brick up and down in his hand, Tatami asked aloud as he looked at Wolf Bèi's Pony Field.

"Have you been discovered?" Komaba Ride slowly stood up, and under his torn clothes, it could be seen that it was wrapped in special military adhesive tape.

"Strengthens the muscles of the feet from the outside, such as the thigh bone, tibia, and fibula. Then there's the iron plate on the shoe to prevent the foot from self-destructing, and you guys should have put a lot of effort into getting all these things. If you are fully equipped, you may have a function that is no less than that of the driving armor, right? Tatami clenched the bricks in his hand, his eyes turned cold, "But it's a pity that you met me, and I can dismantle the Gundam empty-handed, let alone you pseudo-machine!" ”

The bricks in his hand were thrown and struck him in the abdomen so hard that the pieces of his clothes were stained with blood, and the heavy ones couldn't float in the air, and they all fell to the ground. A little later, the burning pain spread, but he didn't even have the strength to cover the wound.

"Ask you again, where is Black Nineteen!" Looking at Komaba Lide, who had vomited blood, Tatami showed no mercy, everything he had experienced before made him understand one thing, that is, you are merciful to others, and others are not necessarily grateful to you. He's only going to hate you more!

"I'll say it again, I don't know!" Komaba Ride gasped a few times and said with all his strength.

"I think," Tatami said softly as he looked at the stubborn Komaba Ride, "if there is an accident like a big explosion at SkillOut, the higher-ups of Gakuen City should be happy to see it, right?" ”

"What do you mean?"

Without seeing any movement from Tatamy, two high-explosive grenades suddenly appeared in his hands, he looked around, and finally chose a room that looked relatively intact and threw the two grenades into it.

A few screams were heard, and several members of SkillOut jumped out of it in panic, followed by a loud roar, and the room was reduced to rubble, and the members were also pierced by the blown glass shards, wailing in pain.

"You guy" Komaba Lide struggled to get up, but helplessly, he had completely lost his combat effectiveness, and even if he did, it would be useless.

"And how long will your so-called loyalty last?" At some point, Tatami had another RPG in his hand, "If you say no, I'll blow up a building until I raze it to the ground, and I won't stop until Black Nineteen comes out." ”

"You!" Komaba Leader was furious and coughed up a mouthful of blood, "You guy has attracted the guards, and you're not happy either!" ”

"Do you think that when I appear here, there is no high-level behind me?" As he spoke, Tatami aimed at a building, his hand slowly pulling on the trigger, "I'll count three oh, if you don't give me an accurate answer, my finger will be buckled, and your members will not be hurt, it's not that I can control it." ”

"Run!"

All Komaba Rid could do was to warn the people in the room to get out of the way, his hands clenched tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh, and he was faced with two choices, one was to push out the savior Black Nineteen, who was still recovering from his injuries, and the other was to watch Tatami raze this place to the ground.

“321”

"Chief, just play around, why bother with heavy hands?"

A weak, but emotionless voice sounded, Tatami put down the RPG bazooka in his hand, and looked at the black boy who walked out of the depths of the street, and finally showed a smile on his cold face.

"Long time no see, Nineteen."

Sibling Daily Interactions:

Brother: (resentful eyes)

Sister: Why do you look at me like that?

Brother: Yesterday the toilet was clogged and overflowed, and you still locked me in it

Sister: What's in one place?

Brother: Don't force me

Sister: