Black Robe: How can Saiki Kusuo not be considered a superpowered individual?

There are three days left until Qi Mu's birthday.

In a mountain forest.

The roar of the military pickup truck broke the tranquility of the mountains and forests, leaping over the uneven mountain range and heading towards a location in the forest.

"Are there any precautions to take during a mental storm?"

This time, Butcher and Hughie were the ones who came out with the soldier boy.

Of course, there was also a storm flying in the sky, whose mission was to monitor Benjamin.

"No, he's not physically strong. As long as you don't make eye contact with him, everything will be fine."

Benjamin's voice was flippant, but his face showed some caution.

He was first mentally disturbed by that bastard Psychic Storm, which led to him being paralyzed by the neurotoxins used by those traitors and handed over directly to the Russians.

This time, he would definitely smash that bastard Mind Storm on the head with his shield before it could interfere with him.

Please, that will surely make him very happy!

"Hey Clara, are you sure you don't want to get out and sit in this darling?"

"It's really awesome!"

Benjamin stuck his head out of the car window and shouted at the storm flying in the sky.

"..."

The storm ignored Benjamin.

Benjamin pulled the invitation out of his pocket.

The next moment, the storm descended from the sky.

"Ben, you bastard."

Storm looked at Benjamin with a hint of speechlessness.

"uh-huh."

Benjamin raised his eyebrows.

"Hey, if you two want to just have some fun, why don't you go into the woods over there?"

Butcher adjusted his sunglasses with his fingers.

He spoke to the two of them without any politeness.

Hughie, sitting next to him, twitched his eyelids and glanced at Benjamin in the back through the rearview mirror.

"Please, of course not."

Benjamin rolled his eyes.

"I'd rather have some fun in front of that Mindstorm guy's corpse."

Benjamin grinned wickedly.

"You pervert."

"Agreed."

"I think so too."

Clara outside the window agreed.

"They can say whatever they want, Clara, but you don't have that right."

Benjamin didn't hold back in criticizing Clara.

"Well, whatever you want, but we're almost there, I'm going up to the sky now."

Storm shrugged, winked at Benjamin, and then flew straight into the air.

In the distance, the woods gradually thinned out, and a luxurious villa appeared in front of the pickup truck.

Arrived.

Clearly, the roaring engine of the pickup truck had alerted the owner of the villa.

The rearview mirror reflected light from the top floor of the villa, and Butcher's eyelids twitched. He parked the Pikachu in the woods outside the villa.

"A rearview mirror, Fuc*, even superhumans use these things?"

"Of course, these things are very useful."

Benjamin pulled his beloved gun out of his pocket.

"The Colt 1911 was entirely made in the United States and used a .45 automatic magazine."

"Back on the battlefield, it helped me take care of many fleeing enemies."

After saying that, Benjamin pushed open the car door, holding his shield in his left hand and the cold Colt in his right.

He strode towards the villa.

In the villa.

Wearing pajamas and covered in countless needle marks, Mindstorm, holding a black sniper rifle, watched the figure strolling in through the door through a high-powered scope, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.

boom------

The triggers struck, sparks flew in an instant, and the bullet was fired in a flash, hurtling towards Benjamin.

Click.

The sniper rifle bullets landed on Benjamin like mosquitoes, losing momentum in an instant.

It deflated, looking as if it had been hit by a hammer, and fell limply to the ground.

"Are you kidding me!"

"It's all fake, fake!"

"Hallucination...yes, hallucination!"

"It must be because I took too much!"

Mindstorm first covered his head, then shook his head violently, and aimed at Benjamin again.

Benjamin had already spotted the conspicuous rearview mirror.

"Will, you rotten, poisonous creature, get out of your doghouse right now!"

Swearing words flowed from his mouth like a never-ending stream.

The mental storm couldn't hear what he was saying, but the shadow left by the participant made him instantly understand that Benjamin was cursing him.

"You... I just wanted a little smoke, what did I do wrong!"

"Ben! You'd better die!"

The mental storm was triggered again, and Benjamin's mouth was open as he continued to curse.

A sniper bullet entered his mouth.

The eyes of the Mind Storm lit up at that moment.

Although Ben is indeed very strong and tough, this thing went straight through the mouth and was aimed at piercing through the back of the brain!

Benjamin paused for a moment while observing under high magnification.

He lowered his head.

"Yes, yes, yes!"

The Mind Storm also began to chatter on.

"Die, die, die, die..."

However, under the expectant gaze of the mental storm, Benjamin made a spitting motion.

He spat out a bullet that had a metallic sheen and the smell of gunpowder.

"Shit, are bullets this powerful now?"

"Yeah, that's true. Sniper rifle bullets are different from AK bullets."

"It tastes good."

Benjamin, a food connoisseur who has been gargling with AKs for forty years, offered his opinion.

The mental storm was stunned.

Then, sniper rifle bullets rained down on Benjamin as if they were free.

One by one, spent cartridge cases fell to the ground. Mindstorm trembled all over. In the end, he couldn't even aim anymore.

"I want to die, I want to die, I want to die."

"No, I have to leave, I have to run!"

"That's right, I'm not a fast runner, but as long as I start running, I'll definitely succeed."

With a trembling body, Mindstorm jumped directly from the building to the garage, where he quickly started the engine of a camouflage SUV.

Buzz————

With trembling hands, I inserted the key and started the engine, and the storm of fear in my heart found some solace.

"Ben! You can't catch me, hahahaha!"

He stepped on the gas, and the SUV, which had been prepared and maintained for many years, shot off like an arrow.

"Damn it! Don't run!"

Benjamin was still strolling towards the villa when he heard the roar of an SUV in the yard, as well as someone's smug laughter.

Hahahahaha.

The thrill of escaping death gave Mindstorm an unprecedented sense of joy.

This was even more stimulating than when I was on a mission and had to use the end of my digestive system to savor food.

As Benjamin receded further and further into the distance in the rearview mirror, Mindstorm pulled out a powder-covered object from a hidden compartment in the car.

oh------!