Psychological offense and clever use of their own advantages, as well as that amazing acting skills.

It all comes together to make up this perfect kill.

It takes such an incompetent person to kill more than one enemy.

"Is this face a body?"

Cloth Shu returned to the dilapidated desk next to him, pulled open the drawer, and took out the lighter with a blank face, and titled the document of the "Mass Production Competence" program.

Burn it down!

Mikoto Misaka is still immersed in the word "body".

By the time she came to her senses, the important document was completely burned, and the fire was spreading throughout the room.

The exchange between the two people adds up to less than three sentences.

If she is let go like this, this is not in line with Mikoto Misaka's original intention of coming here.

"What is a body, and what exactly are you distributing those savings cards for?"

Bushu took a deep look at Mikoto Misaka, and she sorted out her schoolbag by herself, "What I did seems to be kept secret, and ......"

Boom!

A black shadow fell from the sky and smashed on Mikoto Misaka's head.

Under the pain, Mikoto Misaka held her head in her hands and yelled angrily at the cloth bundle, "What are you doing! ”

"You're from the junior department, aren't you? I'm a senior in high school, and I have to use honorifics when I speak! ”

"I ......"

The cloth beam turned around and jumped silently, and kicked Misaka Mikoto in the side again, and received a heavy blow to the waist, and the pain made Misaka Mikoto unable to speak.

After enduring it for a while, she finally eased up a little, "You... What exactly do you know, can you tell me? ”

Bushu walked to the door, raised his head and turned around to glance at Mikoto Misaka, saying inexplicable words in his mouth.

"With your strength, what can you do, you can't even save them."

Following Bushu's gaze, Mikoto Misaka remembered that there were four other bad ones in this room, and they all just fainted.

But if they don't do it, the fire gets bigger, and they will definitely die here.

If she doesn't save it, Mikoto Misaka will feel 100% guilty, she is such a girl full of "justice".

By the time she was in the fire, dragging those few bad ones to safety, the cloth had long since disappeared.

The guards also received calls from enthusiastic citizens and came to extinguish the fire.

In the gloomy alley, the sky is completely dark, and Mikoto Misaka, who has just come out of the fire, can only pick a place with few people.

Her current embarrassed posture is too easy to be pointed at when she walks on the street.

She found a hotel, and after taking a shower, she returned to the street.

It was a deluxe double room.

Rich is capricious, she has long been LV5, not to say that she is very rich, but she is also a real little rich woman.

Telephone booth.

The telephone booths in the college city are all linked to the database.

The ability of the electric shock is not universal, but it can also perform simple hacking operations to a certain extent.

"That's the school uniform of the long point on the machine school park.。

The security level for the phone booth is D, and the security level for the teacher's computer is B.

She only needs to break through these two protections to bring up Bu Shuxin's profile.

Plugging in the interface of the laptop, Mikoto Misaka suddenly had a faint current on her body, and she began to invade.

None of this went unnoticed, and there were few pedestrians on the road.

Soon, she broke through her defenses and began to look through the list of students.

Mikoto Misaka quickly flipped through the list of high school juniors, and it was really thanks to her self-introduction.

Otherwise, her workload will at least increase several times.

The pupil moved quickly with the swiping screen, "Found it!" ”

"Cloth Shu Toxin, 17 years old......"

The information is very complete, documenting the experiences of the cloth bundle and its outstanding talents.

Misaka Mikoto looked at the information of the cloth bundle boredly, she could only be regarded as a personal interest, and she didn't plan to really do anything with the cloth bundle.

"As a child, I trained at Kinoshita University Hospital."

"That big-eyed girl has really seen my DNA map! No, no, no, she called me Primitive, which means ......"

The young Mikoto Misaka didn't understand anything, and because she couldn't bear others being tortured by illness, she relented and handed over her DNA map.

It's been a long time since that.

Even she herself forgot that there was such a thing.

But now she is called a body, her mood is extremely heavy, she retracts her laptop, she turns and walks towards Kinoshita University Hospital.

On the way, I spent a little money to change my clothes.

No one wants their genes to be cloned. No matter what, seeing someone who is exactly like you will have some weird feelings.

She's not stupid, she already has a guess in her heart, but she doesn't want to admit it, so she wants to sneak into the Kinoshita University Hospital.

Pedestrians at night look from afar, and there is a sense of loneliness that is difficult to understand.

Kinoshita University Hospital, a long-abandoned hospital, when Mikoto Misaka appeared by the tree opposite the entrance of the hospital, she saw a guard standing guard at the door.

Her uneasiness intensified.

There was always a voice in her heart urging her, making her desperate to find out the truth.

Cloth Shu sat on the roof of the building in the distance, holding black military binoculars in his hand, watching Mikoto Misaka's every move.

"The action has begun."

Coming to the side of the hospital, next to the high wall, the entire hospital has a total of seven floors, and the lights are lit through the curtains.

Accelerating, running, such a building is full of the element of iron.

Mikoto Misaka stepped a small pit on the ground, and with this force, she quickly climbed up to the window on the second floor, and immediately sneaked into this hospital.

The inner walls have more iron elements, so that her mobility is greatly enhanced.

The response is also more rapid.

The first thing you do when you enter the door is to check the location of the surveillance, which is not omnipotent, and there are established dead ends.

Taking advantage of these blind spots, she quickly penetrated the layers of protection and came to the data room.

At this time, electromagnetic capabilities play a key role, whether it is the password door or the encrypted data in the data room.

All of them were easily deciphered by her.

Of the dozen split-screens, only five or six were still functioning, Mikoto Misaka walked over to the console, her fingers sliding over the edge of the console.

But I didn't touch any dust.

"Tsk!"

She began to decipher the protection of the data room, and suddenly there was a dull sound of footsteps outside the door.

A middle-aged uncle in a guard uniform opened the door of the data room with a flashlight in his hand, and he looked left and right.

It's a pity that the lights in the data room are too dim, only the numbers that keep jumping on the split screen that he can't understand are sorted.

"It's strange, I just heard a movement."

A companion behind him joked, "Didn't you drink too much at noon, let's go, this kind of place is not what we should be here." ”

After the guards left, Mikoto Misaka, who was lying on the door like a gecko, breathed a sigh of relief.

It was at this time that the code had been deciphered.

She quickly retrieved the previous information, as well as information about her.

Soon, she found the key.

"Mass-produced Competer Program!"

Eight typing was like a hammer to her heart, and she slowly pulled the report down as she clutched her newly purchased T-shirt.

"The purpose of this project is to analyze the gene sequence patterns that produce LV5 and transform it from an occasional LV5 to a 100% production rate.

The body of this project is,Super electromagnetic cannon,Mikoto Misaka。 ”

Her face was full of despair, and all her strength was drained from her body by the report.

Slumped on the cold ground, his eyes fixed on the report itself.

"No way!"

Mikoto Misaka cheered up, "How can you be so desperate." ”

She quickly pulled the screen, quickly skimmed through all the contents of the report, and slowly let go of her clenched hand.

Once you've gone through the report.

She took a deep breath, "What, sure enough, my replicant or something, it's all fake news." ”

On the split screen, the last layer of the file report reads: For some unknown reason, the tree diagram designer calculates and draws conclusions.

Replicas have irreparable defects, and their abilities can only reach LV3 at the maximum.

This result was confirmed by several calculations, and the committee finally ordered that the experiment be aborted.