A Scientific Urban Detective

Although this balloon bomb was larger, its power seemed less than the previous soda can.

The evidence is that Lin Wuming didn't enter "bullet time" even when the balloon exploded.

But Lin Wuming didn't dare to gamble—after all, a powerful bomb was exploding in front of him, and who would dare to truly give up their own defense?

Just as he hesitated, Misaka Mikoto took action.

Affected by the previous sudden incident, Misaka Mikoto reflected on her response measures.

She no longer limited herself to tangible, large metal materials, but instead made full use of her incredibly powerful electromagnetic force to collect tiny metal particles at the dust level from the environment.

Lin Wuming saw a familiar scene before him—the dark, oppressive iron sand cloud that he had only seen in anime.

Taking over Lin Wuming's telekinesis, Misaka Mikoto's iron sand enveloped the rapidly expanding high-pressure gas cloud. Amidst the dazzling flashes of electricity, the barrier formed by the iron sand wrestled with the exploding and expanding gas cloud.

The dark, oppressive iron sand formed an irregular sphere in the air, and it was still twisting and deforming violently, like a slime that was struggling frantically after being caught.

Under the control of Academy City's strongest "Railgun," the iron sand, as fine as gravel, formed an airtight barrier, forcibly withstanding the violently expanding high-pressure gas; although it was still expanding continuously overall, it at least did limit the explosion.

Lin Wuming quickly took the opportunity to grab the little girl and pull her behind him.

The iron sand ball in mid-air continued to expand until it was about ten meters in diameter before gradually calming down.

The crisis was resolved again.

"Where did you get the balloon?" Kofuku Misaka tried to get information from the little girl, but the little girl was frightened by what had suddenly happened and was slow to react.

"It should be over there," Lin Wuming looked in the direction the little girl had come from. "The balloon's mass is about two kilograms, this girl couldn't have carried it too far."

The little girl had been running towards them all the way, and she was full of energy, not like someone who had been carrying a heavy object for a long time.

Without hesitation, Lin Wuming immediately ran in the direction the girl had come from.

Hufeng Toumi followed closely behind.

In fact, Lin Wuming didn't have high hopes of catching the "Bomb Devil." The other party's superpower had a delayed activation function, so she probably had already run away during this time.

Running past the corner at the end of the street, sure enough, there was no one in sight. Because of their evacuation just now, even the pedestrians on the nearby streets had dispersed.

Lin Wuming slowed down: "Forget it, let's go back…"

Time suddenly slowed down, or rather, Lin Wuming's thinking speed suddenly accelerated.

Lin Wuming was shocked. He was no stranger to this feeling—"bullet time," his trump card and hidden card, a passive effect that would automatically trigger whenever he encountered a fatal crisis.

But the problem was, without any warning, how did "bullet time" suddenly trigger?

Where exactly was that fatal crisis?

Lin Wuming didn't know anything about it, and even suspected that he had encountered a sniper again.

In the "bullet time" state, Lin Wuming's physical activity was greatly restricted—a body that could only move at normal speed was no different from being frozen in this state.

And the limit of human vision is only one hundred and twenty degrees. This means that at least two-thirds of the area cannot be observed visually.

Lin Wuming's method was "telekinesis radar," using his telekinesis, which he controlled as easily as his own limbs, to scan the surrounding objects, and then find the target that threatened him.

This trick was very useful.

In the blink of an eye, Lin Wuming found the thing that was threatening his life.

On top of the trash can on his right, there was a paper box folded from advertising paper.

Under the probing of telekinesis, Lin Wuming discovered that the quality of this paper box was unusual.

Recalling the previous soda cans and balloons, it could be basically determined that the paper box must contain high-pressure gas.

—"High-pressure container" is indeed worthy of its name, any container can be turned into a high-pressure container, right?

But now that he had discovered the "bomb," the next step would be easy.

Under "bullet time," Lin Wuming had plenty of time to deal with this threat.

Before the high-pressure gas cloud in the paper box expanded and exploded, Lin Wuming used a telekinetic barrier to wrap it up layer by layer, using the same method that Misaka Mikoto had used, only opening a hole at the top to allow the high-pressure gas to be emitted into the sky.

The flow of time returned to normal.

At the same time, Lin Wuming heard a sharp whistling sound from the trash can beside him. The ultra-high-pressure gas instantly tore apart the paper box that had originally housed it, turning into an almost pure white straight line shooting into the sky.

"Trap!" Hufeng Toumi's face was ugly. If Lin Wuming hadn't reacted in time, this time would have been dangerous!

Her experience on the battlefield didn't seem to be very sensitive to this kind of non-explosive explosive device. But other experiences should still be meaningful.

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"She guessed that we would come here," Hufeng Toumi said, "No, she is observing us nearby!"

Lin Wuming also realized this, otherwise it would be impossible to detonate the "bomb" so accurately!

Hufeng Toumi looked around and looked at the buildings next to her. This was a commercial street, and anyone could go up to the shopping malls and shops on both sides, which was perfect for observing the situation on the street below!

Noticing her movements, Lin Wuming also realized his previous blind spot—when moving on the street, he subconsciously regarded the buildings on both sides as only backgrounds with walls, and did not pay attention to the enemy from the third dimension.

So Lin Wuming also looked up, and then saw a burst of colorful colors falling from the sky.

They were soap bubbles. Someone was blowing soap bubbles upstairs, and patches of round bubbles were falling one after another…

Falling?

"It's a bomb!" Lin Wuming shouted.

With this falling speed, the so-called soap bubbles could not possibly be filled with ordinary air!

Perhaps because the bubbles were still some distance above his head, Lin Wuming did not enter "bullet time."

Hufeng Toumi had already drawn her sword—the ribbon in her hand had been ready to go for a long time, and at this time, it was like a machine gun firing continuously, splashing a rain of swords towards the sky in the blink of an eye.

The soap bubbles were all pierced, and the unconstrained compressed gas was released in advance, making a series of popping sounds in mid-air.

Although it looked powerful, it was not fatal enough.

Lin Wuming realized that this was probably also the reason why "bullet time" was not triggered—because this was not a "fatal crisis."

Clatter…

Just as Lin Wuming and Hufeng Toumi were dealing with the bubbles in the sky, eight more soda cans rolled to their feet.