I adopted a child demon from the Gap, and I'm a special agent for the Bureau of Supernatural Ab

A familiar voice called out in his ear, followed by the sound of something being pushed aside. Light streamed down from above, and Touma Kamijou opened his eyes to find himself brought out of the collapsed tunnel.

To be able to penetrate all the rock layers and come up here, Ling Ke's ability—no, it's Ling Ke's computational power—is truly so powerful it's completely unreasonable.

"Kamijou-kun, how are you feeling?"

Rinko's concerned face came into Touma Kamijou's view.

For a moment, Touma Kamijou thought the girl was ridiculously beautiful, but he quickly came to his senses and realized that she was just a friend who was trying to help him. Then he remembered something more important and quickly sat up from Rinko's embrace.

"Where is the person who blew up the tunnel?"

"I'm very excited," Kamijou Touma asked.

"Oh, I don't know?"

Suzuko was taken aback by the sudden question, but she quickly realized what Kamijou Touma meant.

"It should be possible. With your abilities, you should be able to detect a considerable range of wind when chasing that person."

Kamijou Touma asked seriously.

"And you, Kamijou-kun?"

"I'll contact my senior. These kinds of things should be handled by professionals. You just need to locate them and track them; don't engage them in combat. Ahem—"

Touma Kamijou coughed and pulled his phone out of his pocket. Perhaps today was his lucky day; his phone, which he had only bought three days ago, hadn't been damaged in the collapse.

“…I understand, Kamijou-kun, you need to be careful.”

Having understood Touma's meaning, Rinko nodded slightly, closed her eyes, and sensed for a moment. A breeze emanated from around her, drifting in all directions. A moment later, she opened her eyes with a serious expression, then took flight and disappeared into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Meanwhile, Touma Kamijou quickly dialed Li Cheng's number and told him everything that had happened.

"This really helped us a lot. If we can find those rats this way..."

The sixth group rushed back to the city at top speed. If it weren't for the need to keep the power of the gap secret, Li Cheng would have even used the gap to directly reach Kamijou Touma's side.

In this way, I've done a great favor, haven't I?

Kamijou Touma hung up the phone, breathed a sigh of relief, and slowly stood up from the dilapidated building.

Then he heard a cold laugh from behind him.

…………

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Another day of writing a 4k-level chapter.

Chapter 22, Section 284: Kihara's Divine Fist

Ten minutes was the fastest time for the members of Group Six, but when they arrived at the apartment building that had been mostly collapsed in the explosion, they couldn't find Touma Kamijou, who was supposed to be waiting there.

"What's going on? Did that kid Kamijou act on his own?"

Li Cheng spoke somewhat anxiously. He often taught Kamijou Touma fighting and training techniques and valued this kind-hearted boy highly. Now that he found that the other party was not there, he immediately became anxious.

Kiritsugu Emiya quickly stepped forward to observe the surrounding situation, while the believer walked around the ruins that were still emitting black smoke, then frowned, as if he had discovered something.

"here."

She waved to the others in Group Six, then pulled a seemingly brand-new cell phone from a gap in a pile of rubble. Li Cheng noticed a crooked Guatai logo on the lower right corner of the back of the phone, which looked very familiar.

This is……

After a brief moment of thought, Li Cheng remembered.

A while ago, after Touma Kamijou broke his phone again, Misaka Mikoto accompanied him to choose a new, more durable phone. According to Touma, shortly after buying the new phone, during a trip, Misaka Mikoto drew a Gekota sticker while buying ice cream and wanted to stick it on his phone.

According to the previous statement, he did put up a strong resistance, but in the end, he still ended up with this crooked Gekota sticker.

In other words, this phone should belong to Touma Kamijou?

"Ring ring—ring ring—"

At that moment, the believer's phone suddenly started vibrating.

Someone is contacting us.

Kiritsugu Emiya and Li Cheng exchanged glances. Then, Kiritsugu Emiya took the phone from the believer's hand, frowned slightly when he realized he couldn't see the other party's number, and then answered the call.

"..."

Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent, as did the person on the other end of the phone. This atmosphere lasted for about half a minute.

"whispering sound."

Then, Kiritsugu Emiya heard a disdainful snort from the other side.

The voice is male, around middle age, and somewhat hoarse, suggesting he may have a smoking habit or been exposed to some kind of pollutant. His body type is unknown, but he is unlikely to be overweight.

Kiritsugu Emiya remained silent, merely analyzing the sounds coming from the other side.

"As expected of the Sixth Group, you've caused so much trouble for our operation. Hmph, I thought you guys would be easy to deal with."

The voice coming from the phone was extremely irritable, almost like a corporate slave complaining about work problems. However, Kiritsugu Emiya could sense the violent emotions hidden beneath the voice, and he knew that the other person was not just nagging him.

"...What, are you mute? The vice-leader of Group Six, Emiya Kiritsugu?"

After a long silence from Kiritsugu Emiya, the man on the other end of the phone finally began to lose patience.

Did they just say his name outright?

Kiritsugu Emiya's eyes sharpened.

Enemy spies are watching them from all sides!

"I thought you'd at least ask about that kid's situation. Hmph, turns out the so-called strongest team in the Special Abilities Bureau, the Sixth Group, is nothing more than another group of cold-blooded executioners? Ah, no, judging from the media in Japan, those reporters have always regarded you as executioners."

Kiritsugu Emiya moved lightly to a blind spot where he was not easily observed from the outside. The other members of Group Six immediately understood and began to search for similar blind spots. At the same time, they used Kiritsugu Emiya's phone communicator to listen to what the man on the other end was saying.

"What, you're quite clever, aren't you? That's why you guys are so annoying. Can't you just die happily like insects? This constant, never-slacking attitude is making me want to throw up."

The man's voice grew increasingly displeased.

"In short, if you want this kid's life, then trade Akai Akira's life for it. Anyway, with your strength, killing him would be a piece of cake, wouldn't it?"

Immediately following, Touma Kamijou's angry roar came through the phone, accompanied by several heavy blows, and his voice became somewhat pained.

"Don't keep me waiting. I can't guarantee he won't be missing a piece or two, you know?"

The other party abruptly hung up the phone.

Can you be sure?

Shiki frowned and, unusually, took the initiative to ask Kiritsugu Emiya a question.

“It should be in their hands,” Kiritsugu Emiya said, putting down the phone and using his own communicator to contact Mikiya Kokutou. “First, let’s figure out where this call came from.”

……

In a dark alley, the man crushed and threw away his phone, then turned to look at a young girl slowly walking towards him.

"It's really one mess after another. First, the plan to wipe out Group Six completely failed, and now it's you, a super A-level ability user, who has run out."

The man sneered as he removed his thick black cotton gloves, revealing metal boxing gloves underneath.

"However, it's fortunate that it's you. If it were someone else, I really wouldn't be confident of winning."

"Win?"

Beneath her silver hair, her scarlet eyes, twisted with rage, stared intently at the man in front of her like venomous snakes.

"A B-rank martial artist, who captured Kamijou-kun, now wants to defeat me?"

Her gaze fell on the man's side, where Touma Kamijou lay on the ground, covered in wounds, the anger in his eyes growing increasingly intense.

call--

The wind seemed to freeze in an instant, and the girl's figure appeared before the man in a flash, her outstretched right hand reaching straight for his face.

In the instant the distance closed, she could see with perfect clarity the astonished expressions on the faces of the fully armed soldiers surrounding the man, the intricate tattoos on his face, the contemptuous smile on his face, and the raised hand of the man.

You think you can use your body to stop me?

The girl was fully aware of her special ability: vector control, which is the ability to control the direction of force. Through her powerful computing ability, she could easily deflect attacks from any angle and all sorts of things that are unimaginable to ordinary people.

Since the other party has decided to touch her, then she might as well just break his hand.

As the girl was thinking this, the man's palm made contact with her arm in an instant, and with a crisp "smack," her arm was slapped to the other side by the man.

How...how is this possible?!

Her eyes widened in disbelief that her abilities had suddenly failed.

"Looking at you like this, have you never even experienced real combat? Ha, how laughable! Wake up, you good girl from school!"

Boom!

She hadn't felt such intense pain in a long time—no, she had never felt it before. The pain was clearly transmitted to her brain through the damaged tissue and the connecting nerves, and fed back to her consciousness. She only had time to cry out in pain before she was punched in the face, sending her flying backward and rolling several times on the ground.

It hurts, it hurts so much...

The pain on her face was so clear that she trembled as she reached out and touched the flowing, warm blood.

Pain, excruciating pain, but even more so, bewilderment and incomprehension. Her own reflexes should have caused the man to be struck by her own force the instant he struck her. Why, why could he penetrate her defenses and hit her?

The puzzled girl looked up and saw the man slowly approaching.

"Looks like he can't understand anything. A fool is a fool after all."

Seeing the girl's confused look, the man chuckled, cracked his neck, and then said:

"You idiot, because you have been challenged and harassed by many people with superpowers, you have always set up a 'reflective' vector control on the surface of your body. Therefore, no matter what kind of attack you are, it is impossible to hurt you. It will only make those who dare to attack get hurt by their own attacks."

With a mocking expression, the man suddenly kicked her in the stomach, and with a scream, her body flew into a nearby pile of garbage.

"Since it's a reflective force, all I need to do is pull my fist back before it hits you. The opposing force is reflected back at the moment of contact. In other words, I didn't hit you at all; you're hitting yourself. Do you understand, Miss Masochist?"

The man kicked open the trash bag in front of him and looked at the disheveled girl curled up on the ground in pain. His expression became increasingly pleased.