"Countdown to 15s, teleportation is about to begin, please get ready."

At this time, only Nozomi's tone still did not change in the slightest, and as her words fell, a misty light shrouded Tang En and Misaka Mikoto in it.

Looking out from the inside, everything begins to blur and distort, as if time and space are gradually beginning to change.

"No kidding, you guy, you are so cold-blooded and ruthless!"

Mikoto Misaka yelled, kicked and hit Don frantically, and said, "Hurry up and let me down!" ”

"That's a missile, it's about to hit this building, and now you're dying in front of your neighbors! Let go of me, let go of me! ”

"Idiot, you know it's a missile, and the speed of one Mach is enough to blow up the entire building, and you want to stop it? Who the hell is crazy! ”

"Let me go!"

An electric arc erupted from Mikoto Misaka's body, and Don threw Mikoto Misaka out directly, but he used his ability to control her and make her float in the air.

"I have electromagnetic ability, I can intercept missiles, I can make missiles ineffective, let me go quickly!"

Mikoto Misaka danced in the air, but Don didn't let go of her.

"Woo--"

A distorted wave of sound reached the ears of the two of them, a kind of over-tuning of the sound of the explosion into an eerie screech.

The Bat missile crashed through the window of Donn's house and smashed headlong into the mask, only to be twisted into a twist by the mysterious force on the mask. But the bomb exploded faithfully.

The white light fills the eyes.

"Teleportation begins."

The terrifying shockwave quickly destroyed the small building where Donn had been, and everything in the small building was torn apart in the white light, and then began to burn. The peaceful aging old town is like a wail, shaking the whole city.

However, in the white light, there was a seemingly weak light mask that protected Tang En and Misaka Mikoto without the slightest wavering, and after a few seconds, the light mask suddenly shrank, shrunk into a point, and disappeared.

"Subject is unresponsive, unable to confirm dead for the time being."

In the distance, a tall Westerner, dressed in a flawless white and gold-trimmed priest's robe, reported to the woman beside him.

And this woman was sitting in a wheelchair, half of her body wrapped in a thick layer of bandages, and her face was full of pain and gloom.

This woman, Don also knows her name.

Wei Wei.

"Kill him, you will see people alive, and you will see corpses when you die."

Wei Wei gritted her teeth, her body trembled, and although she only said a few words, the bandage on her neck had already seeped out a little blood.

"Miss, this is Zhong G, we swaggered out a missile, we can't explain it to them, now, do we want to continue? In my opinion, no one can survive the light of dynamite. ”

The priest tried to dissuade Wei Wei, who wore headsets in his ears, and there was constant information about the urgent mobilization of all sides of the city, and the police, armed police, army, and the Abnormal Security Bureau were already pouring here.

"Kill!"

Wei Wei roared, and the priest heard this, and bent down and bowed, his face not showing the slightest anger at being ignored.

"Your Will ......"

The priest raised his hand, and one by one Westerners dressed in black priest's robes walked out of the alleys, and walked quickly towards Donn's small building, all kinds of lights and weapons were lit up by them one by one.

“…… It will be carried out. ”

……

Don opened his eyes, and just a few seconds ago, a huge feeling of dizziness hit him, and even his body, which was close to the limit of a human being, fainted for a few seconds, not to mention Mikoto Misaka on the side.

Mikoto Misaka on the side was only wearing pajamas, and because she had not been supported by Don's ability, she had already fallen to the ground.

However, it is not appropriate to describe it as falling on the ground, because the two of them are now in a spherical shape, and the outside is full of strange color bands, which makes people dizzy at a glance.

"It's ......"

As Don surveyed the surrounding light, Mikoto Misaka also woke up. With surprise in her eyes, she looked at it for a few seconds and roughly understood the situation she was in.

However, Mikoto Misaka, who was lively in Don's impression, squatted to the side, curled up, and turned her back to Don.

"Are you going to have a cold war?"

Don spoke first, but Mikoto Misaka didn't respond.

"The positioning has been completed, and the shuttle will take about 23 minutes and 54 seconds, please be patient with the two contractors."

Xi interjected regardless of the situation of the two, and said the words as if the system prompted him, and then continued to manipulate the consultation non-stop - the two mouths kept shaking, shaking out the afterimage.

Don looked at the little girl's back, thought for a while, and said, "On the opposite side of my house, there is a 62-year-old old lady, a lonely old man, who once had a daughter, but died in the riot of the aliens. The braised pork she makes is hard to eat because she doesn't have a good sense of taste, and the braised pork she makes is as sweet as honey. ”

"However, she always likes to cook this dish, and when she receives her pension every month, she always cooks it for me as soon as possible, even though I eat it very nauseously."

"Downstairs is an old couple, both of them have a bad temper, they seem to hate me as a young man living upstairs in their house, although I basically don't make any noise, but the two of them come to me every three days to quarrel with me."

"But then I found out why, because I was very much like their son, who was also a thin and down-and-out clerk, but unfortunately their son left them and went to the field with his wife, and they were angry when they saw me."

"But I know that they just miss their son, and they can't help themselves, so they come to me for trouble."

"In the end, it's the opposite door downstairs that they ......"

"Enough!"

Mikoto Misaka pursed her lips, turned around, stared at Tang En viciously, and said angrily: "Don't you know who they are, and you know them well, but why don't you save them!" You cold-blooded killer, people like you, I won't be teammates with you! ”

"Really?"

Tang En lifted his glasses, his face remained unchanged, and said, "Why do you think I want to tell you their information?" ”

Mikoto Misaka sneered and said, "Show off your cold-bloodedness? Let me, a little brat, understand that you are an irresistible adult? ”

"No," Don shook his head and said, "I want to tell you that I am an orphan, and for me, these three old men and old ladies who get along day and night are like my relatives." ”

Mikoto Misaka was stunned, then became even more angry, and said, "Then why don't you save them, now they are absolutely dead!" Blown to pulp by that missile, roasted in high temperatures, that's what you want to see? ”

"Can you save it?"

Faced with Mikoto Misaka's questioning, Don gently spit out these words.

"I have electromagnetic capabilities, I can control the signal of the missile and then disable the missile, so I can save them!"

Mikoto Misaka stood up and pointed at Don's nose.

"What about the odds, 100 percent success?"

Mikoto Misaka opened her mouth, but this time she was silent for a few seconds before she said, "In short, it's very likely...... There are still ......."

"The landing speed of the flying bat missile is Mach 1, do you want to remotely control the failure of the missile a few kilometers away within 30s, or use a few milliseconds to disable the missile at the moment of contact with the missile?"

"Or, use your super electromagnetic cannon to directly detonate the missile in the distance and kill innocent people in the distance?"

Mikoto Misaka wanted to refute Don, but Don was the first to say: "None of them are possible, even if it really succeeds, the impact of the warhead is enough to smash us to death, which is equivalent to the power of a super cannon." ”

"But! I ......"

"There's nothing that can't be saved."

"How do you know if you don't try!"

Tang En lifted his glasses and decided to end this boring dispute, and said, "So, Mikoto Misaka, look into my eyes, can you say with a clear conscience, can you save them?" ”

Mikoto Misaka pursed her lips and didn't dare to turn her head away. She deeply knows that some things are indeed powerless, and she has been completely helpless in the face of one party abusing and killing her sister, so she naturally understands all this.

"When I come back from my mission, I will avenge them, and I will not deny that they died because of me. If they want to curse someone, just come at me. ”

"As for the last point, I don't care if you want to be a teammate or not, because we are teammates, so you hate me, I hate you, it doesn't make any sense."

"Grow up a little, I don't ask you to treat me like anything, just ......"

"Just don't pull me back."

The two of them were silent after that, and more than twenty minutes flew by.

"The plane barrier is about to be opened, please prepare the two contractors to resist the impact, and count down to 5, 4, 3 ......"

"Hum--"

Faced with the shock that seemed to reach his soul again, Don's mind was in chaos, and by the time he regained consciousness, Nozomi's voice was already echoing in his head.

"Confirm to enter the Sword SAO World, arrive at the target point, and start issuing the mission."

"Mission: Become a savior, Mission Goal: Rescue players trapped in the death game, a total of 10,000 people, one point per person, and the mission points are shared by two contractors for any time."

"Mission Failed: Obliteration!"

The two big words of scarlet obliteration flickered in Don's mind, and when Don opened his eyes, it seemed that his eyes were flashing with blood.

"This is, where ......"

Don opened his eyes, although he had too much mental preparation for the other world, but when he really looked at all this in front of him, he still felt that his brain was not enough.

This is an elegantly decorated room, simple but elegant décor, coupled with huge floor-to-ceiling windows, you can tell at a glance that it is a rich family, and this is a girl's boudoir.

Whether it is the color of the bed, the shape of the furniture, or the neat arrangement of the desk, all reveal the gender and age of the owner of this room.

Of course, in the end, what made Don think all this was a photo on the desk, it was a girl with long chestnut hair, although she was wearing a formal school uniform, but her delicate face and gentle smile made people understand at a glance that this was a real eldest lady.

"This image ......"

Don looked at the picture and identified the owner of the room.

"Yuuki Asuka!"

PS: Thanks to the book friend "Wang Pipi" for the 100*2 reward, thanks to the book friend "Dream Hunter" 588, and the ill-intentioned 100*10 swipe screen reward, o(╯□╰)o.