A Scientific Urban Detective

“Speaking of,” Tora-Bami suddenly interjected, having been silent until now, “do the teachers keep all their equipment at home as well?”

The five security guard teachers in the elevator were not only wearing security force uniforms, but also bulletproof vests, batons, handcuffs, stun guns, and other equipment. They were even equipped with handguns or bullpup submachine guns and corresponding magazines.

It was hard to imagine that such weapons and equipment were stored in his own apartment building.

“It’s in compliance with regulations,” the security guard teacher said, patting the submachine gun hanging on his chest. “As long as you go through the corresponding procedures and sign a contract. And unless required by a mission, we are prohibited from carrying this equipment outside.”

“It seems like Yomikawa-sensei doesn’t have any.”

“Because these procedures are really troublesome, and you have to undergo inspection and re-assessment of qualifications every month,” the security guard teacher said with a wry smile. “Only newcomers like us who have just joined would bother to do this because of the novelty. Seniors like Yomikawa-sensei have probably already passed that stage.”

Lin Wuming noticed that Tora-Bami was holding onto her ribbon tightly throughout the chat.

This girl, who came from the battlefield, was very sensitive to firearms, bombs, and other thermal weapons. It was precisely because she noticed that the security guard teachers were carrying real guns that she took the initiative to talk to them, which was unusual for her.

Moreover, if there were any flaws in the answers of these security guards—or if Tora-Bami felt that there was a problem…

Then all Lin Wuming could do was to stop Tora-Bami from hurting people while taking the lead in knocking down these security guard teachers.

Fortunately, Tora-Bami didn’t actually lash out and hurt anyone until the elevator reached the first floor and everyone left one after another.

“That’s great…” Lin Wuming breathed a sigh of relief.

“What’s great?” Tora-Bami asked, looking down.

“It’s great that you didn’t attack anyone,” Lin Wuming replied. “You were ready to act at any time just now, right?”

“Because it’s also the first time I’ve seen someone carrying a gun in this apartment building, it feels a bit suspicious,” Tora-Bami explained. “And I won’t take the initiative to attack, Wuming can rest assured.”

“Well, if you really feel there’s a problem, you don’t have to be so restrained,” Lin Wuming said. “After all, they have guns, so if possible, don’t give them a chance to shoot…”

Although Lin Wuming’s Nen ability in actual combat has exceeded the power of most firearms and bullets, this does not prevent him from continuing to be wary of firearms and bullets.

In the end, the idea that “guns” are pure weapons of slaughter is deeply ingrained in people’s minds.

Holding a gun, even an ordinary person, a Level 0, can threaten a high-level ability user; even in extreme cases, defeating a Level 5 is not impossible.

It must be said that the “gun” is indeed the crystallization of human war wisdom…

“Ah, that’s right, just use this!” Lin Wuming suddenly slapped his thigh.

“What’s wrong?” Tora-Bami, who was behind him, leaned over and asked.

“I was thinking, should I also equip myself with a handgun… or something like that,” Lin Wuming said.

“Eh?” Tora-Bami frowned because of her aversion to firearms, but quickly relaxed, “As a backup weapon, to improve combat power, it is indeed a good choice.”

Equipping and using firearms can be said to be the fastest and most direct way to improve combat effectiveness.

Tora-Bami purely considered it from a practical perspective, and felt that Lin Wuming’s idea made some sense, the only problem was…

“Yomikawa-sensei won’t agree.”

“I think so too.” Lin Wuming nodded in agreement.

Of course, Lin Wuming wanted a handgun not to attack others.

On the contrary, what Lin Wuming wanted was a handgun suitable for his “suicide”!

Returning to the three requirements mentioned earlier, in order to stably and controllably trigger the "bullet time" state, Lin Wuming needed a suitable means of "suicide."

Moderate power—the shooting power can be flexibly and accurately adjusted according to the gun model and the type of bullets used.

Convenient and efficient—what could be faster and simpler than pulling the trigger on yourself?

Reaction time—for the same reason as the first point, by choosing a specific gun and bullet model, the flight speed of the bullet can also be controlled; as long as the shooting distance is slightly increased, enough reaction time can be left for yourself.

Perfect!

Since Lin Wuming had never used firearms before, and was already used to fighting with Nen abilities, he didn’t think of this simplest and most direct prop for a while.

“Sure enough, going out for a walk does help to broaden your mind.” Lin Wuming nodded with satisfaction. “The next thing to do is very clear—choose the most suitable handgun.”

Considering the controllable power and the ease of hiding, Lin Wuming’s first choice was a small and convenient handgun.

“Rifles and machine guns are the most… on the battlefield…” Tora-Bami wanted to argue, but immediately remembered that this was no longer the battlefield. “Well, considering the actual situation, handguns are indeed more suitable.”

Since Lin Wuming showed his intention to own a handgun, Tora-Bami immediately combined her own practical experience and personal experience, wanting to recommend several suitable models for him.

But this idea was abandoned after a second thought.

Because this is Academy City, even relatively primitive gunpowder weapons like firearms are more than thirty years ahead of the outside world.

The models that Tora-Bami was familiar with could probably only be found in museums and collectors’ places.

“Don’t worry,” Lin Wuming was very patient. “I’ll ask Yomikawa-sensei after we get back. She should know more about this.”

Late at night, Yomikawa Aiho dragged her tired body back home.

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“Phew, I’m exhausted!” Yomikawa Aiho collapsed on the sofa without any image and shouted loudly, it seemed that she had accumulated quite a lot of pressure.

“Do you need me to prepare some supper?” Lin Wuming asked.

“I already ate with my colleagues outside,” Yomikawa Aiho waved her hand, but then changed her mind, “No, let’s have some, just to replenish some energy, I want to clear the final level tonight!”

Yomikawa Aiho said as she grabbed the game controller and waved it vigorously.

“Yomikawa-sensei, do you want to stay up all night today?” Tora-Bami looked over.

“Ahem, because I’m off tomorrow, so…”

“But Wuming and I have to continue our Judgement activities tomorrow, so it’s impossible to play with you all night.” Tora-Bami said with a straight face.

“I… I understand, I won’t bother Wuming, please rest assured!” Yomikawa Aiho said quickly.

“Also, turn down the TV volume, and don’t shout.”

“I understand…”

Tora-Bami nodded in satisfaction: “Thank you Yomikawa-sensei for your understanding and cooperation.”

“Tora-Bami feels so strict.”

“Because Wuming has also been working hard these past two days, and he didn’t rest last night,” Tora-Bami said, “So, we want to have a quiet night tonight and get a good night’s sleep, is there a problem?”

“No… no, I will be quiet!”

“Don’t bully the teacher too much, Tora-Bami.” When Lin Wuming came out of the kitchen, he saw the scene of Yomikawa Aiho being lectured, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

“I’m not bullying the teacher.” Tora-Bami said seriously, “I’m just stating the facts.”

Indeed, what Tora-Bami said was all correct, so Yomikawa Aiho, as a teacher, had no reason or excuse to refute it, and could only obediently admit her mistake.

Seeing that Yomikawa Aiho’s high emotions and momentum had been weakened to a very low level by Tora-Bami, Lin Wuming thought for a while and tentatively asked.

“Yomikawa-sensei, if I want to legally own a handgun, what kind of procedures do I need to go through?”