Where is she?
"What the hell?!" Kuroda Toshio stared blankly at the small crater in the ground.
As he expected, the girl was indeed an anomaly, but...
This was too bizarre.
Inside the Rabbit Hole, Serie felt as if she had been stuffed into a slowly flowing, colorful bubble.
And... it was quite comfortable?
The sounds and sights from outside were like being separated by a thick pane of glass.
She could clearly see Kuroda Toshio's power armor pacing anxiously, and she could hear him bellowing exasperatedly into the communication channel:
"Seal off the entire block! Dig three feet deep for her! She's definitely still nearby! Not even a fly is allowed out!"
Serie didn't really care; she was wholeheartedly anticipating Unicorn Rabbit's return.
Besides... she didn't believe this tin can could really stand guard here for ten minutes.
Once this guy got impatient, or his tin-can head finally realized, Serie might have already slipped away. When he led his people to evacuate, that would be Serie's chance to escape.
However...
Nine and a half minutes later—
No, buddy!
Do you have some kind of serious illness?!
Serie was dumbfounded; she stared at Kuroda Toshio, who was still circling the disappearing hole, and just wanted to curse.
Do all Control Bureau personnel have some kind of psychological disorder?
She had never seen anyone so stubborn!
If it weren't for the fact that almost every step inside the "Arale Rabbit Hole" burned up a lot of her time, making it impossible to last even half a minute and thus escape the encirclement, she would have long since slipped away, leaving this blockhead to wait here forever.
The "Arale Rabbit Hole" bubble space was now like a flickering candle in the wind.
The halo at the edge was fluctuating violently, threatening to completely collapse at any moment!
It was truly a case of a fool defeating a master!
The key was, the other party didn't even know her ability!
Could it just be a lucky guess?
With less and less time remaining, Serie's breathing even seemed to halt in the confined space.
She watched with wide eyes as the colorful bubble enveloping her began to flicker wildly like a faulty neon light!
The edges of the space collapsed like melting wax, emitting a wet, peeling sound.
Marukara!
Pfft—
Like a giant soap bubble being popped, the colorful interdimensional rift instantly collapsed!
Serie felt the world spin, her vision instantly switching from a bizarre, colorful vortex back to the scorched reality!
Her figure, like a pitiful rabbit from a failed magic trick, was unceremoniously spit out by the pocket dimension back to her original spot, falling with a painful thud—right next to the small crater made by Kuroda Toshio's giant palm.
The distance to his power armor's steel foot was even less than three meters.
Serie clutched her aching backside, her eyes meeting Kuroda Toshio's the moment she looked up.
Time, it seemed, froze for half a second at this moment.
"Hahahaha!" A laugh, suppressed with extreme excitement, burst from beneath Kuroda Toshio's mask: "I knew it! I knew you didn't get away! What a wonderful ability... what a precious prey!"
"Doctor Heinuma Hayato will like this..." His massive power armor tilted slightly forward, like a cat toying with a mouse, exuding absolute pressure.
Step by step, he heavily approached Serie, who was sitting on the ground.
No? Who?
Serie almost spat it out; why was this Heinuma Hayato still haunting her?
But then again... this country should be his main base.
Kuroda Toshio extended his alloy-covered giant palm, slamming it down on Serie's petite body as if swatting a fly!
If that palm strike landed, it was unimaginable!
But Serie showed no panic, because... a scent, a mix of faint tobacco and vodka, brushed past her cheek.
Clang—!!!
A deafening metallic clang exploded suddenly above her head.
The violent shockwave instantly kicked up shattered stones and dust from the ground.
Serie's eardrums ached from the shock; she opened her eyes—
Only to see a figure suddenly blocking her, and that steel giant palm was held motionless in mid-air!
What stopped it...
Was merely an arm extended from the sleeve of a noticeably oversized, worn-out black leather jacket.
It was a woman's arm, almost fragile compared to Kuroda Toshio's exoskeleton-covered arm. The exposed wrist and palm were a cold, jade-like white, with long, distinct knuckles, as if a meticulously carved work of art.
"Isn't bullying a Little Carrot boring?"
"How about finding an opponent of your level to practice with?"
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