Guns and Coffee in the World of Science

Chapter 232 Tokyo Tower! OUT!

"boom!"

A crisp sound pierced the silent air, and a bright red flower of blood instantly bloomed on the back of Binga's head.

At that moment, everyone's eyes were instantly fixed on the fallen Binga.

Binga's eyes were wide open, filled with inexplicable fear and anger. Finally, he fell to the ground with a thud, blood gushing out from his head like a fountain, quickly staining the ground red.

Xiaolan slowly withdrew the pocket gun in her hand from Binga's body and pointed the gun at Rum who was standing not far away.

Her eyes were cold and determined, as if all these changes were under her control.

"do not move!"

She whispered the order, her tone unrelenting.

"This gun only has two bullets, but do you think you can handle one?"

Her voice was calm, yet filled with invisible menace.

This 180-degree plot reversal almost stunned everyone present. The atmosphere froze, and even the air seemed to freeze at that moment.

Rum's eyes widened, his face filled with disbelief.

He looked at the gun in Xiaolan's hand, obviously not expecting this change.

The situation that seemed one-sided was instantly reversed by Xiaolan's shot, and everyone was shocked and stood there in a daze.

At this time, Yuanzi was the first to react and couldn't help laughing out loud.

"Oh~~~yes! Xiaolan still has the Xiuzhen gun that Brother Shuo gave her."

There was a hint of relief in her laughter. She had finally gotten rid of the tense situation and the pressure in her heart eased a little.

Curacao also smiled bitterly, panting and complaining: "Why didn't you take it out earlier... I almost got beaten to death..."

Xiaolan staggered to her feet, looking a little tired.

She lowered her head and smiled sheepishly, as if the thrilling battle she had just experienced formed a sharp contrast with her smile: "I... forgot... and just remembered..."

There was a hint of apology in her voice, but more of it was a sense of relief.

Vermouth raised her head from the ground with difficulty, stroking her belly, with a glint of relief in her eyes.

"Well done, Angel..." she said softly. Although her voice was a little weak, there was a relieved smile on her face, and she seemed very satisfied with Xiaolan's performance.

At this moment, Rum couldn't believe what was happening. His face turned pale, and his lips trembled slightly. "How is this possible... The file clearly shows that you can't use a gun at all!"

He murmured almost to himself, obviously unable to believe this fact, his eyes filled with anger and unwillingness.

Xiaolan didn't answer, but just glanced at Rum coldly.

She kicked him down without hesitation, and pressed her toes hard against his bald head, forcing him to fall to the ground. A smug smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "How rude..."

She chuckled and said, "I wouldn't miss a shot at such a close distance!"

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"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

Rum was lying on the ground, the blood flowing from his head made him look more like a madman, but his laughter was unusually shrill, eerie and full of morbid pleasure.

"So what if you catch me? Can you escape?"

He raised his head and smiled, seemingly unconcerned about his inevitable death.

"Since we dare to do this, we have already put our lives at risk! Here..."

He glanced coldly at the four women, his eyes full of contempt.

"They're all bombs! Let's die together! If Wuchen's women and disciples can be buried with them, it's worth it for me! Hahahaha..."

Rum's laughter echoed in the empty room with a creepy madness.

He lowered his head, showing a smug smile, and suddenly pressed a button on his collar. Obviously, this was the detonator he had prepared. He was sure that at this moment, he would die with these people and pull them to witness his heroism together.

But, for the next few seconds, the room remained eerily quiet.

There was no explosion, no sparks, no earthquake. Only silence, the air seemed frozen, and everyone stopped moving, staring blankly at Rum.

"Uh... ah?"

Rum's eyes turned from enthusiasm to confusion. He looked down at the button on his collar and pressed it again, but there was still no response.

"The bomb failed?" Yuanzi scratched her head and a relaxed smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Her heart almost jumped out of her chest just now.

Xiaolan spread her hands and looked around in confusion: "I don't know..."

Curacao walked forward, stomped hard on Rum's bald head, and said through gritted teeth, "Asshole! You still have the mind to scare people at a time like this? Are you sick?"

Her anger seemed to be vented. The kick on Rum's head made Rum's expression become a little distorted in an instant. He gritted his teeth, but was unable to resist.

Rum's mood began to break down. He stared with wide eyes and looked around, as if looking for some explanation.

"The bombs are real! I really have bombs all over Tokyo Tower! What's going on!?"

He asked almost hysterically, seeming a little delirious.

No matter how hard he pressed the detonator, the bomb seemed to have no reaction, as if it was suppressed by some invisible force.

"I believe you."

Vermouth's voice was calm and elegant. She slowly put down the last bomb in her hand, picked up a small round ball and played with it, her eyes falling on Rum with amusement.

"But your detonator should transmit instructions via electronic signals, right?"

Rum nodded woodenly, with a look of confusion and reluctance on his face.

If he could control his emotions at this moment, he might notice the hidden meaning in Vermouth's words, but at this moment he was left with only panic and disbelief.

Vermouth gently showed the ball in her hand and smiled slightly: "This is a specialty of the Kingdom of Besbania~~"

"Ah! This is the ore that can block signals!"

Zi's ​​eyes lit up and he reacted quickly, pointing at the ball in Vermouth's hand, his eyes full of surprise and sudden enlightenment.

"Bingo~~~"

Vermouth pointed at Sonoko, and Sonoko cooperated by giving a thumbs up with a look of approval: "That's great, Sister Chris! I love you so much!" Her tone was full of relief, and the danger was completely over.

Xiaolan and Curacao also showed relaxed expressions, and the tension in their eyes seemed to disappear in an instant.

Xiaolan smiled slightly, put down the pocket gun easily, and said softly: "Looks like we don't have to worry."

Rum's face turned ashen. He stared at the ore in Vermouth's hand motionlessly, realizing that all his plans had completely collapsed.

He closed his eyes in despair, pain and humiliation appearing on his face: "I have lost my last trump card..." He muttered to himself, his heart already broken to the extreme.

However, at this moment, Vermouth put away the ore in her hand, turned her eyes, and smiled slightly apologetically: "But..." she said slowly.

"I forgot to charge it, and now it's almost out of power..."

"what!?"

The four of them froze in shock, their hearts skipping a beat, as if gripped by some uneasy feeling. Xiaolan hurriedly asked, "How much time is left?"

Vermouth shrugged and gave a helpless smile: "Only five minutes left!"

"Run!!!"

At this moment, the four of them shouted almost at the same time and ran towards the door quickly.

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"boom!"

With a loud bang, Tokyo Tower collapsed in an earth-shaking explosion, and almost everyone could feel the shock wave coming from the soles of their feet.

The towering iron tower was like a struggling giant beast, gradually tilting, and finally collapsing with a loud bang, dust flying everywhere. The entire Tokyo skyline was swallowed up by the explosion. The tower that once symbolized Tokyo's prosperity and glory was instantly reduced to ruins.

Xiaolan stood in the distance, her eyes slightly melancholy. Her gaze was fixed on the tower that had disappeared in the dust, as if she was watching a familiar world slowly collapse.

"Alas... in the end, we still couldn't save Tokyo Tower."

She sighed, with a hint of reluctance in her eyes.

Sonoko shrugged, raised her brows slightly, and showed a nonchalant smile: "It can't be helped. That bastard Rum installed too many bombs. We are lucky to have escaped."

She patted Xiaolan's shoulder, looking a little helpless.

The two foreigners, Vermouth and Curacao, did not seem to care much about the collapse of Tokyo Tower, and were even a little indifferent.

To them, Tokyo Tower is just a building that can be blown up if it wants to.

Vermouth looked at the ruins of the tower calmly, without much emotion in her eyes.

"If we had enough explosives, we wouldn't have gone through all the trouble to break through," she said with a hint of emotion.

Vermouth didn't care too much, because she won anyway.

But her eyes suddenly became a little confused, her gaze moved to Xiaolan's feet, and her eyebrows raised.

"Angel...why did you bring him out here?"

She pointed at the spot under Xiaolan's feet, with a hint of curiosity in her tone.

Sonoko and Curacao also turned their heads involuntarily, their eyes full of confusion.

Their eyes also fell on Xiaolan's feet. They saw Xiaolan casually using Rum as a stepping stone and stepping on him completely unconsciously.

Until she suddenly felt something was wrong, something under her feet seemed wrong.

She suddenly reacted, looked down, and found that she was stepping on someone.

"what?!"

Xiaolan was stunned for a moment, her face changed, and she quickly moved her foot away, as if she had just stepped on something extremely dirty, her face full of displeasure.

She even rubbed the ground lightly with her toes in disgust, obviously she didn't like the feeling just now.

Rum on the ground had already lost consciousness, and there was almost no intact part of his body.

Just now, when they were escaping, Xiaolan grabbed his collar tightly and dragged him all the way. The bumps and bruises made Rum suffer from extreme pain all over his body.

At this moment, his face was so swollen that it was almost unrecognizable as a human.

The blood mixed with the dirt, and the suppressed aura emanating from his face looked particularly miserable.

"no way……"

Xiaolan looked down at Rum lying on the ground and shook her head.

"Shuo-ge promised Wakasa-nee that Rum would be left to her. If Rum died like this, Wakasa-nee would be unhappy."

Curacao couldn't help but cover his face, smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You really are..."

Sonoko stretched out her finger and tapped Xiaolan's forehead, with a hint of anger on her face at her lack of fighting spirit.

"Hey, hey! You still have time to think about these things at a time like this? Is it dangerous? How can you still care about such things?"

Her tone was filled with fear, yet also helplessness towards Xiaolan.

"Ah~~ It hurts! I was wrong..."

Xiaolan covered her forehead with her hands and pretended to admit her mistake. She couldn't help but smile. Although she looked a little apologetic, she still couldn't hide her relief.

Vermouth looked at the three girls playing and a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and her mood obviously relaxed.

She took her cell phone out of her pocket and saw that the signal had been restored, a glint of satisfaction flashed in her eyes.