Temperature Control 215

Temperatur Control 215

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Edited by: Tiny Fan Fiction

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Chapter 218

Handling Powered Armor

The rain curtain seemed like a translucent curtain, blocking the extension of vision.

Water drops kept falling from the sharp corners of the raincoat hood, and the hair with bangs stuck to the skin. Several people looked at each other, and seemed to be able to detect the unrest in each other’s eyes.

Within a short distance, the Powered Armor was hit by the rain and made dense ding-dong sounds.

In the natural dance music that was like stepping on the beat, Saten-san walked to one of the Powered Armors with a disassembly tool – a crowbar.

“These big things should be opened like this!”

Saten-san climbed up and inserted the crowbar into the head of the Powered Armor, which was the entrance to the cockpit.

She jumped up and pressed hard, using her greatest strength. As a result, Saten-san failed and was hung on it.

“This classmate, wait a moment.”

The Judgement beside him 177 Branch 177 Branch just wanted to open his mouth to remind, but found that he couldn’t hear clearly in this environment.

Although Powered Armor can be opened from the outside like a car door, it needs to be unlocked with a specific radio wave.

Judgment 177 Branch 177 Branch naturally doesn’t have radio waves to unlock, but they have a tool to replace it.

This tool can be traced back to a Constant Temperature Death God.

These Powered Armors are said to be unmanned models developed by the company ‘study C–‘. In fact, they are no different from a Powered Armor called HsPS-15 model. They just use the ability of psionic diffusion for remote control.

Under this premise, Uiharu found a company that provides the corresponding control system, and used some loopholes in the control system to create a small tool that can invade Powered Armor.

However, this tool is ineffective against Powered Armor controlled by the ability of ‘psionic diffusion’.

With the neat mechanical collision sound, the Powered Armor that was originally tightly closed The Armor cockpit was opened.

Caught off guard, Saten-san stumbled to the ground and was quickly supported by Judgment 177 Branch 177 Branch beside her.

At the moment of opening, the lighting equipment inside the cockpit was activated at the same time.

These Powered Armors all have power systems inside, and are not the special versions prepared to deal with Senior Misaka.

“Found it.”

Climbing into the cockpit, Saten-san picked up a purple container, which contained a golden hair.

“Sure enough, we have to speed up.”

Saten-san wiped the water stains on her goggles and suddenly became a little nervous.

The cleaning work in each area was carried out in an orderly manner. Even though it was difficult to move in the accumulated water, no one dared to slack off.

Due to the shortage of manpower, they could only start cleaning from the higher areas and deal with foreign objects in the drainage pipes at the same time, so that the water level could drop smoothly.

The only two people who seemed more leisurely were staring at the movement on the ground nervously in the sky.

“The water level is starting to drop.”

Shirai-san reminded, not to ask Natsume-san to increase the rainfall again, Instead, let someone pay attention to the degree of rainfall.

Natsume-san is of course also very clear about the specific steps of this plan.

After he proposed this idea, everyone discussed together to get the final version of the plan.

Once again, she gave Shirai-san an OK gesture. The water on Natsume-san’s head… the rain cloud has been tossed out for almost half, but the reserve is still very sufficient.

According to Natsume-san’s estimation, the rainwater she brought can fully support until the 20,000 Powered Armors are processed, even if part of the drainage system has been restored to operation.

But the scene in front of her made Natsume-san’s thoughts diverge.

What a familiar feeling.

A certain bun-headed man inexplicably remembered a weird math problem of filling and pumping water into a bathtub. This can be regarded as applying theory to practice.

“It seems that half of the area has been cleared.”

Natsume-san muttered to himself after roughly grasping the several nodes of the water level drop.

With a full calculation, Natsume-san and her team only had more than 200 people in total.

In just 20 minutes, they cleared nearly 10,000 Powered Armors, almost 50 per person, which was undoubtedly a huge workload.

And this was only half of the total workload, and they might have to face the opponent’s counterattack next.

“Calculating the time, those Dark Sides will almost react.”

Natsume-san thought silently, with a serious look on her face.

Today’s weather was particularly strange, and a strange-shaped dark cloud running around could be seen from a long distance.

It was raining heavily while floating, and no one knew where it floated to in the end.

A certain hedgehog-headed High School Student was throwing the broken eggshell into the trash can. Looking at the half-eaten egg in his hand, he couldn’t help but sigh.

Including her hair, almost her whole body was soaked by the rain, and even the comic book she bought for Index was soaked into an abstract painting.

When he thought of being bitten on the head by Index after returning, the High School Student named Kamijou Touma showed a confused and melancholy look on him face.

“Unfortunate, who can tell me why this happened on a sunny day.”

Putting aside the frustration in his heart, he waved his fist vigorously, as if he was trying to punch the world.

Go to your world!

Just as he was venting his dissatisfaction, Kamijou Touma suddenly showed a trace of surprise on his face, because a familiar figure jumped down from the wall of the building opposite.

The figure landed steadily along a parabola, and also set off a faint fragrance.

The strong visual impact made Kamijou Touma Touma’s hand loosened.

At this time, the other half of the intact egg in Kamijou Touma’s hand also fell to the ground, completely extinguishing the idea of ​​eating fried eggs for a snack.

“Sorry, I have something important to do.”

The High School Student named Misaka Mikoto showed an apologetic look, and only had time to say hello to Kamijou Touma, and then ran away angrily.

“Mikoto, this way, this way.”

Febrie licked the lollipop in her mouth, hugged Senior Misaka’s neck with both hands, stretched out a finger, and pointed to the end of the road.

Since the Academics Association rescued Febrie, the relationship between Febrie and Senior Misaka has become very harmonious.

“I understand, Febrie, let’s go find ‘Jenny’ together.”

Senior Misaka nodded, her eyes full of determination and decisiveness, she had her own things to do.

Holding Febrie tightly behind her, Senior Misaka’s feet began to flash with lightning. The electromagnetic force provided a huge acceleration, and she disappeared at the end of the road in an instant.

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