Superhumans of the Dome City
Chapter 133 - 133 41 Basically Harmless

133: Chapter 41 Basically Harmless 133: Chapter 41 Basically Harmless Fighting.

Risking injury or death, using weapons or fists to inflict harm on others.

It hurts, there’s blood, injuries, and even the possibility of losing one’s life…

It was only now that she truly understood how formidable her friends were.

She couldn’t do it.

Like most students who steer clear of trouble, she couldn’t.

In this city, there were 5.7 million Superpower Users, so why should the thugs of Wing of Death strut around so boastfully?

Was it just because of the name of their organization?

What battle required was never strength, but awareness.

The answer lay here.

It was about the difference in thinking.

Superpowers were like a conspicuous handgun hanging at the waist, scaring those unaware of the details to scream at the sight of the gun.

But those who carried guns were normal people too; they similarly feared violence, they similarly feared getting hurt.

In movies, villains had the guts to commit atrocities with weapons, movie heroes dared to resist evil with their own strength, and movie bystanders screamed and fled because of the turmoil.

Outside the silver screen, she wouldn’t spare a glance at the actors blending into the background; in reality, she was one of those powerless bystanders.

“Hmm…”

She had never been in a fight, not once in her life.

She had never seen such a scene in reality either—perhaps her amnesiac past self had, but the current Qiluo hadn’t.

Trembling, she put down the brick and sobbed quietly.

She was never any remarkable character.

Just an ordinary person, timid, weak, succumbing to violence, powerless to act.

She didn’t even have a handgun.

She couldn’t do it.

Hiding any longer would only cause trouble for everyone; it was time she should just surrender, then Kardesia might be able to escape danger.

The gunshots from the men in black were getting closer, Qiluo wiped away her tears, planning to find a good opportunity to come out and give up.

She raised her eyes and saw in the alleyway across the street, a child glancing around with a pale face.

“—!”

Qiluo’s heart leaped to her throat.

Taking advantage of the gap in the men in black’s gunfire, she ran desperately to the other side of the street and dragged the middle school student deep into the alley.

She temporarily disabled her invisibility, mouthing to the student, “What are you doing here?!

Run into the school!”

Milais’s face was deathly pale, his eyes shining.

“Hey, big sis.

I remember you can turn into a walkman,” he gritted his teeth and asked, “Can you make me invisible just for a moment?”

Half a minute later, the men in black, intending to sweep a different area, suddenly started shivering.

Crackle and pop, lightning flashed, and adults would be paralyzed by the jolts of electricity hitting him one after another—in his last moments of consciousness, this member of Wing of Death couldn’t figure out who had attacked him!

“Ah…

ah…

ah!”

Milais was panting, hands lowered; he and Qiluo stood behind the man in black, completely unnoticed by the so-called “elite”.

His power allowed him to shoot paralyzing mini-lightning bolts.

Essentially harmless, but a few more shots would knock someone out.

Qiluo looked at this sudden attacker, her face showing shock: “I thought you were very timid.”

“I’m scared out of my wits!

I’m utterly unfortunate!

Why have my past few days been so miserable?!” Milais grew angrier as he spoke, “The walkman, Wing of Death’s!

The infuriating song, Wing of Death’s doing!

My school’s surroundings turned into this, Wing of Death’s work!

It’s all their damn fault, I’ve had enough.

My daily life has long been gone, now I want revenge!!!”

Qiluo wanted to remind him that this series of events also had a share of “credit” from the small group of five and some unknown dark hand, but seeing the expression on the kid’s face, she wisely kept her mouth shut, feeling it wasn’t the right time to speak so bluntly.

“Scram!”

He looked at the man in black, unconscious, his expression as when he cursed human rights activists in the airport restroom: “If I can’t beat Demon, can’t I still beat you?!”

The boy in the baseball cap glared angrily at the machine gun, and like being electrocuted, he jumped up.

He quickly averted his gaze, his complexion going pale once again.

“Thanks, thanks big sis…

Are we still fighting?”

After the rush of adrenaline, the kid was obviously scared again.

However, the idol miss who had been frightful just moments before seemed to have found her courage again.

Qiluo excitedly said, “How long can your mini-lightning paralyze people?”

·

A few minutes later.

Crackle!

The sound of numbing electric shocks was muffled by Qiluo, and an unsuspecting man in black fell!

Crackle!

Crackle!

The sound of numbing electric shocks was muffled by Qiluo, two more men in black went down!

Three members of Wing of Death carrying signal jammers were temporarily paralyzed, but received no further attacks.

“Where’s the attack coming from?!” “An invisible Superpower User?!” A mini-lightning bolt only provided about five seconds of paralysis; when they came to, the three raised their guns to fire indiscriminately but failed to realize that their organization’s specially developed signal jammer had disappeared.

Qiluo clutched the “fishing net” that blocked the radio waves, making her escape from the men in black.

She remembered clearly the patrol routes of the men in black, and it took some effort to find a temporarily safe area, far from the center of the fierce battle.

“Big sis, we’ve finished, time to run!!

I regret it so much, I’m scared now!!!”

Milais followed breathlessly.

Being a bit older really counted for something; with his short arms and legs, he almost couldn’t keep up with her escaping pace.

“Run, run now!” Qiluo smashed the “fishing net” hard onto the ground, picked up a brick, and smashed it to pieces.

Now the signal could finally reach the outside, the pink-haired girl grabbed her phone, thinking about the first thing she could do right now—

“Big sis, something’s off.”

The voice of the junior high student carried an inexplicable sense of horror, prompting Qiluo to quickly look up.

“What?!”

She saw a wisp of purple smoke.

It reminded her of the color of grapes, smoke and dust encircling both of them like ropes.

The purple dust swelled in size.

Her commonsense screamed in agony, alarm bells rang in her heart, and her thoughts raced faster than they ever had before.

By some twist of fate, she vaguely understood what was about to happen.

So Qiluo pushed the junior high student aside and made her last bit of information handling with her cell phone.

Two “commands” were sent somewhere in the Fixed Wing District.

The next moment, the dust exploded with a boom.

·

“Cough, cough!

Cough, cough!”

Milais couldn’t stop coughing.

The blast had thrown him into the air, slamming him against a wall, and his back ached as if it had been struck hard.

The junior high student was dizzy and struggled to understand what had happened.

Was it an attack by a member of the Wing of Death?

That was strange; they both should have been “invisible” just now, so why were they attacked…

Why could someone “see” them?!

Pain prevented him from standing up.

Desperate, Milais looked around with fear and worry.

He saw the big sister with pink hair lying on the ground, beautiful cheeks streaked with fresh blood.

A tall shadow stood where he had been sitting moments before.

“Ah, what a nuisance.

The minions of the Corpse Leader are completely useless!”

It was a beautiful woman.

She had long purple hair, wore an off-the-shoulder beige top with white shorts, and had a baseball cap on her head, incongruously draped with a white lab coat.

“In the end, it was still me who found you, didn’t I?

What a loss.”

The woman stepped down, crushing Qiluo’s hand and the cell phone she held in it.

Qiluo cried out in pain.

“You—!” The junior high student’s angry shout caught the woman’s attention.

She glanced in Milais’s direction, raising her right hand as if looking at a mere ant by the roadside.

The woman held a white pistol in her hand.

“See you in your next life.”

Milais’s mind went blank.

Immediately after, he realized that his vision was also a blank white.

It wasn’t an exaggeration to say that; there was truly a white wall blocking his sight.

“Tsk tsk tsk,” the woman clicked her tongue and lowered the pistol, “You arrived quite quickly.”

The white wall dissipated, and a familiar grey-haired young man stood in front of him.

“Are you hurt?”

“Ah, no.”

Milais replied instinctively.

The expression of the Demon frightened him.

Gongsun Ce clenched his fist.

An incomparable force like a blade swept past!

An unexpected purple explosion erupted next to the purple-haired woman, the blast flinging her high and away from the invisible blade!

“Oh dear!

This doesn’t suit your character, does it?” the purple-haired woman laughed loudly as she raised her hand, “I remember you as someone who is very polite, aren’t you?”

Qiluo’s hand was still twitching from pain.

“Yes.

As for me, Mr.

Gongsun, I have always been civilized and courteous,” Gongsun Ce adjusted his glasses, “I assure you that I will beat you eloquently.”

“What a pain, what a pain!

Do old superpower users only have such little tolerance?

Well, no helping it…

I’m also considered half a lab coat, I suppose I must show you some respect, right?”

The purple-haired woman raised the muzzle of her gun, laughing shrilly.

“Hello, Mr.

Demon.

I’m Dust Explosion!”

Gongsun Ce lifted Qiluo, helping her to the side against the wall.

“Hello, I’m Gongsun Ce.

Dust Explosion, huh…”

He straightened up, pondered for a moment, and then as if suddenly realizing, said,

“Never heard of you, who’re you, a bit player?”