Temperature Control in Academy City

"But what should I think of now? " Natsume Sonoko scratched her hair and became a little distressed again.

Although there was some progress in stopping the experiment, someone unexpectedly had no ideas. Unlike Shirai, his plans followed one after another without any repetition.

"There is."

After spending more than ten minutes thinking hard, someone finally stood up with a loud shout, thinking about his bizarre plan that had just been born less than five minutes ago.

"I'm such a genius."

A certain Natsume Sonoko hurriedly sat down at the desk, opened her notebook and wrote down her inspiration in a Martian language. This language was as strange as its owner, and seemed to complement each other.

"I'd like to add one more thing here. Oh, and we need to find a map for the Discipline Committee to determine the locations of the various groups of disabled people."

Natsume Sonoko looked at the time. There was still an hour or two before the lights were turned off, so she had plenty of time to go back and forth to the Discipline Committee Branch.

After checking his plan from top to bottom, he found that there were no major problems. Natsume Sonoko seemed to be targeting the armed groups of incompetent people who were innocently caught in the crossfire.

Regarding these guys who have caused trouble for her many times, Natsume Sonoko said that she absolutely has no intention of targeting them.

[Want to find your treasure? Then come to the Seventh School District to look for clues. ]

A certain Natsume Sonoko also thoughtfully designed a domineering slogan for this 'th School District Dark Corner Complement Plan'.

Chapter 132 Black Cloak

"Hey, kid, where is your headquarters?"

The figure in the black cloak leaned forward slightly, staring at the delinquent boy in front of him, and spoke in the tone of a middle-aged man with a hoarse voice.

In the base of the incompetent armed group named "Chameleon" in the 18th school district, in the ruins after forced demolition, there are hundreds of bad boys entrenched. In this school district with a strong academic atmosphere, they are considered the largest groups.

This weird guy was wearing a black cloak that wrapped all his body parts including his head. He had a small bow tied around his neck, which contained a sound-generating device that could not only change the tone but could also be remotely controlled.

"In...in...the fourth district here." The bad boy was trembling all over, his pupils full of fear.

From his perspective, under the cloak that was occasionally blown by the wind, there was no human flesh and blood at all. It was empty like air, like a ghost wrapped in a cloak.

The head part was not transparent, but rather was pitch black, so dark that even light could not penetrate.

Using his ability, he put the bad boy in front of him into a coma, and the cloaked ghost began to float in the area. If you look carefully, you will find that this ghost is actually floating in the air, and a gust of cold air comes wherever it passes.

At this time, a guy with a bun on his head was floating not far above the cloaked monster, using the airflow to control the monster's movements.

A shallow layer of ice froze various parts of the cloak, like the exoskeleton of a crustacean. As long as the melting and freezing conditions of various parts were controlled, it could coordinate with the airflow to perform some normal movements.

Natsume Sonoko was naturally not wearing a cloak, which was not consistent with her usual style. Using this nearly two-meter-high cloak could not only distance herself from others, but also make it easier to communicate with others.

Someone bit the tip of a pen and soon crossed out a mark on the map. This map from the Discipline Committee had more than a dozen large and small crosses crossed out, covering almost half of the Academy City.

"This is the last one in the 18th school district. I'll retire today after I finish this job."

Natsume Sonoko thought seriously and unknowingly set a goal.

However, someone also has some confidence. She has grown a lot in these days. As long as he takes action himself, it will be easy to win.

From south to north, across three school districts, over thirty kilometers, covering ten groups of disabled people, involving more than three thousand people, this is someone's record so far today.

The trophy is a small bag in Natsume Sonoko's hand. It looks ordinary, but it is said that with this bag in hand, one can command the heroes, which is so terrifying that people can't bear to read it.

In fact, they are not valuable things. Someone would definitely not do something like robbing money or food. They are just some small things.

The package contained all sorts of miscellaneous items, including a flag with a skull painted on it, a super miniature exquisite cane, or a copper ring.

These are all symbols of groups of powerless people. The bad boys in Academy City are particularly fond of them and even regard these things as the group's inheritance.

These groups also like to use this kind of things to enhance cohesion and use these representative things to attract people to join.

Just like the spider tattoo of the "Big Spider" leader, the first generation boss had a big spider on his back, and the second generation also had a spider on his body. Fortunately, the big spider has been destroyed, otherwise Natsume Sonoko might have a headache about how to take away the tattoo.

The representative of this "chameleon" armed incompetent group is a piece of clothing that changes color over time, for example, it is white in the morning and black in the evening. Natsume Sonoko also spent some time collecting information about these incompetent groups.

To be honest, this kind of technology has been realized a long time ago, but Natsume Sonoko still finds it difficult to accept using it to make clothes and rejects anything fancy.

Natsume Sonoko controlled the black cloak and rushed towards the fourth district. She was not very familiar with the traffic here, but with the advantage of being high above, she soon found out the gathering place of the "Chameleons" - an abandoned factory.

As the black cloak appeared in the fourth area, the Chameleon's men finally discovered this strange character who came uninvited.

"Chief, something bad has happened." A bad boy stumbled into the headquarters factory with an indescribable panic on his face.

"Ah! Who let you in? Get out now."

The man sitting on an old textile machine was a little angry and threw the empty wine can beside him at the bad boy.

This man was obviously the leader of the Chameleon. He was surrounded by several high-ranking figures from the group. Everyone turned their eyes to this somewhat reckless young delinquent.

"Chief, let him finish his words. What if it's something important?"

Next to the leader sat an orange-haired boy, who was sitting on the ground in a sloppy manner. He stood up and spoke.

"Then tell me quickly." The leader then nodded slightly in agreement.

"Here comes a strange man in a black cloak."

As soon as the bad boy finished speaking, the leader immediately stood up from his seat and threw an empty wine can at him.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Ignoring the somewhat aggrieved look of the bad boy, the leader hurriedly took off his clothes and put them into a large iron box beside him.

"Quick, hide the box. That guy has finally come to our 18th school district."

"Is it the black cloak that started to appear the day before yesterday? From what I know, several armed groups of disabled people in the 8th, 9th, and 15th school districts have been attacked by this guy these days, and all their important things have been taken away."

A high school student who was a staff member, with eyes on his face and his body trembling slightly, it was unclear whether he was afraid or excited.

"I heard that these powerless groups have pooled their money to hire an Anbu to deal with this black cloak." The high school student continued.

"That's really a tricky guy. It seems we can never be too careful. He must be another hateful person with special abilities who came from nowhere." The leader said with a sneer.

"Chief, do you want to notify other armed groups of disabled people in District 18?" someone asked tentatively.

"You useless piece of shit! I wish all of them would be found by this black cloak." The leader said with some disappointment, with some anger in his eyes.

"Call all the people outside in, close the factory gate, seal all the windows, and don't let that guy in. Also call everyone else over. I don't believe that more than 500 people can't deal with one person."

"Take out all our weapons and distribute them to everyone. We, Chameleon, are not like those miscellaneous groups out there." The leader continued to order.

Following his order, more than a hundred people near the factory immediately took action, and a dozen of them even found various sundries to block the gate tightly.

"Chief, everything is blocked."

"That's good." The leader breathed a sigh of relief, but the next second, he suddenly fainted.

The same was true for all the other bad boys, but after all, there were too many of them. In order to prevent any problems, Natsume Sonoko deliberately divided the use of their abilities into several groups, which also resulted in a regular distribution of people falling down in the factory.

Moreover, when using the ability, the speed at which the individual falls into coma is deliberately accelerated, leaving the person no time to react or think.

Just like some lawn mowing games, it started from the innermost part of the factory and then the coma area extended to the outer circle. After only ten seconds, all the people fell into a coma immediately.

"The doors are all closed. How annoying."

Natsume Sonoko stood in front of the abandoned factory and looked at the gate in front of her with some embarrassment, but then someone sneaked in through the hole above the factory and threw a black cloak outside the factory.

Looking around, Natsume Sonoko easily found the logo of the 'Chameleon' Group, the set of clothes that was said to change color over time.

He controlled Bing Shou to open an iron box. As for these things of unknown origin, he would never touch them with his own hands.

Click! As the box opened, a huge mousetrap suddenly flew out and caught his icy hand.

A look of "as expected" appeared on Natsume Sonoko's face. This little trap couldn't work against her.

"You're kidding. I thought it was some high-tech stuff, but it turned out to be three different colored clothes."

Although she couldn't smell anything, Natsume Sonoko still pinched her nose subconsciously and put the three pieces of clothes, which obviously smelled of sweat, back into the box.

Natsume Sonoko looked at the box with some dissatisfaction, but still took it with her. After all, she couldn't favor one over the other. Thinking of this, she also respected every armed powerless group.

"Okay, today's mission has come to an end. Tomorrow we will go to the 10th, 11th, and 22nd school districts."

Almost three days have passed since I made this plan. I was busy with the discipline committee work in the first two days and didn’t have much time to do anything, so the progress was actually quite slow.

Well, it can't be considered as causing trouble. At most, I can just consider it as playing a game of finding objects with these seniors. And in the end, whether I find the object or not, I will return it to its original owner.

As for today, Hatsuharu has returned to the Discipline Committee to be on duty, and Banri and the others can almost leave the Ghost Chaser's research institute.

However, even if Banri and the others leave the research institute, they may have to be transferred to another hospital for a while until their health fully recovers, and going to school will have to be postponed for a while.

Although a certain girl with a bun still has the title of temporary discipline committee member, she is almost facing the problem of unemployment, unless she is willing to follow Shirai-san on patrol everywhere, but she obviously does not have this awareness.

Having said that, even if Natsume Sonoko cleared out all the groups of disabled people on her map, it would probably only cover 10,000 to 20,000 delinquent boys, which is only a small part of all the delinquent boys.

But this kind of thing will actually radiate.

It’s not a big deal in the early stages, but once the scale effect and the bandwagon effect are formed, other scattered bad boys may voluntarily flock to the Seventh School District, and then no one will need to worry too much.

Natsume Sonoko had no idea how big a stir this plan, which she came up with on the spur of the moment, would cause in Academy City.

"The next step is to leave a message."

Natsume Sonoko walked to the side of the chameleon leader and carved a line of large characters on the ground with a sharp ice knife, using the popular Kaiti font (Dawu) on the Internet.

[Want to find your treasure? Then come to the Seventh School District to look for clues.]

The ice melted, and Natsume Sonoko nodded as she looked at her work. Her calligraphy skills had improved a little, and it was almost exactly the same as the one on the Internet.

Boom.

There seemed to be some big noise happening at the gate, causing the dust in the factory to fly everywhere due to the vibration.

"Someone actually came over."

Natsume Sonoko raised her head slightly and looked towards the gate. Through the heat, she immediately discovered a team of four people coming towards her, only fifty meters away.

However, they obviously mistook the black cloak for the real body and were attacking a piece of clothing.

"Hey, are these guys also ANBU or something like that?"

Natsume Sonoko's head was already full of images of the other party. The heat radiating from their bodies had completely exposed the actions of the four people. After observing carefully, they looked more like a few COSPLAY enthusiasts.

It's not the 'tool' from before, it seems to be from another organization. There seem to be a lot of Anbu in Academy City, and they like to recruit a large number of minors.

"Captain, we finally caught up this time."

The girl with purple shoulder-length hair and a skull tattoo on her face cried with joy. She was wearing a purple maid outfit decorated with a rabbit tail.

"Naru, you attacked on your own again. Alerting them will be very disadvantageous to us."

The girl named Captain narrowed her eyes slightly, revealing a look of dissatisfaction. She wore a mask with strange patterns on her mouth and carried a backpack on her body.

"Captain, the man in the black cloak ran away." A teammate behind him pointed at the man in the black cloak not far away and spoke hurriedly.

"There's no time, let's chase him." The girl captain reacted immediately, and the group ran towards the man in the black cloak.

A certain Natsume Sonoko crawled out from the hole in the factory wall, staring blankly at the group of girls who were suspected to be from the Anbu organization and were getting farther and farther away.

Compared to the 'Prop' organizations they had encountered before, these people seemed somewhat ordinary, and they didn't even realize that there was actually nothing under the black cloak.

Just when the black cloak was about to leave Natsume Sonoko's ability, it suddenly became invisible. This cloak is still useful to her, so she can't just throw it away.

Chapter 9982 Misaka No.

It’s such a nice day today, just like my mood.

Facing the soft afternoon sunshine, Natsume Sonoko used her cloak as a bag and squeezed all her things together, finally making a large bag that was easier to carry.

After jumping down from the 20-meter-high factory entrance, Natsume Sonoko landed steadily on the ground, holding the captured spoils in her hands and preparing to move her position.

At this time, the Anbu members who were chasing Natsume Sonoko had almost lost their target. The girl code-named Naru started to lose her temper, and then was pinched on the face by a member wearing a sailor uniform.

In fact, it cannot be considered an all-girls group. This guy wearing a sailor suit and codenamed Qingqing is actually a male high school student who likes cosplay.

"How annoying! This mission might fail again." Naru was a little dejected.

"Sure enough, it disappeared. Suddenly, there was no trace of the target within a few kilometers. If it could hide it from my eyes, the other party must have the ability to become invisible."

Covering one eye, the young captain, who had the ability to see from a God's perspective, was speechless and looked around in disbelief.

"Invisibility ability, then what should we do, if we continue to fail the mission we will drop below A rank." Naru shuddered and rubbed his head in distress.