Chapter 236: Tom, the True National Server “Shen Mengxi”
Seeing the bomb at her feet, Capricorn’s expression twisted violently. Seven words flashed through her mind: “You shameless, dishonorable bastard!”
No time to think—
No time to condemn Tom’s despicable tactics—
Capricorn threw herself to the side in a desperate roll, her movements so frantic they could only be described as “lazy donkey rolling in the dirt.”
A testament to her sheer will to survive.
BOOM!
The spot where she had just stood erupted into a three-meter-wide crater.
Capricorn’s long, toned legs—tragically unsuited for pedaling a tricycle—were now streaked with blood from shrapnel cuts. Fortunately, her reflexes had saved her from anything fatal.
Capricorn was broken.
Trembling, she dragged herself up, pointing a shaking finger at Tom. Her lips moved, but no words came out.
Even a battle-hardened veteran like her couldn’t stay calm in the face of such bullsht.
“Son of a b*tch!”
“What a cad!”
“You shameless, dishonorable—!”
After a long struggle, she finally spat out a string of curses.
This was too much.
Too damn stimulating.
One more bomb, and she’d ascend to heaven on the spot.
“Heh~”
Tom, utterly unfazed, activated his rebound skill and smirked.
“You should be grateful I grabbed the wrong one and only threw a frag grenade.”
“Otherwise, you’d be mincemeat by now.”
His tone was casual.
Hummingbird blinked.
Then subtly took several steps back.
“Holy sht.”
“Not only does he carry grenades on him—”
“He carries multiple kinds?!”
“Does he not fear blowing himself up and taking us all with him?!”
Capricorn shared the sentiment.
In her eyes, Tom was a certified psychopath.
Who the hell treated bombs like toys?!
Tom glanced at Hummingbird.
“Why are you running?”
His voice was flat.
Hummingbird forced a strained smile.
How do I answer that?
“I’m scared you’ll accidentally nuke me”?
What if he takes offense and gifts me a grenade?
I don’t have that woman’s luck.
Her mind raced, but no safe reply came to mind.
Tom, oblivious, gave her a puzzled look.
Hummingbird: “!!!”
Bro, just let me live!
I have no words!
I’m just a socially awkward little bean!
Meanwhile—
“You freak!”
“You bastard!”
“You absolute monster!”
Capricorn was still cursing, venting her fury.
But her vocabulary was… limited.
The same few insults cycled endlessly.
If it had been Taotie, he could’ve roasted Tom for an hour without repeating himself.
That was true skill.
The King of Verbal Warfare.
A thesaurus in human form.
Tom side-eyed Capricorn.
Calculated the distance.
Hmm…
Perfect grenade range.
Close enough to stun, far enough to not scramble her brains.
His slender fingers dipped into his pocket—
And pulled out a red-and-white metal sphere resembling a Poké Ball.
Hummingbird & Capricorn: “!!!”
With a devilish grin, he tossed it.
Capricorn: “Are you serious?!”
“At this distance?!”
“Do you want to blow yourself up?!”
She barely dodged in time.
BOOM!
Dirt rained from the sky.
When the dust settled, three figures emerged—
Hummingbird and Capricorn were covered in mud, grass, and debris, their goddess-like beauty reduced to refugee chic.
They turned to Tom, ready to scream at this bomb-happy maniac—
Only to find him completely pristine.
He’d predicted the explosion and used his coat as a shield.
Hummingbird’s eye twitched.
“You couldn’t warn me?!”
“We’re on the same side!”
“Even if you enjoy watching your enemies panic, was it too much to say, ‘Hey, cover your head’?!”
Tom shrugged.
“You ran away. My coat could’ve fit two.”
Hummingbird’s jaw dropped.
“You—!”
Instant karma!
Revenge served immediately!”
Ignoring her glare, Tom turned to Capricorn—
Who was now extra injured.
Hmm…
This distance…
Ohhh, I like this.
Like a magician, he produced another Poké Ball.
Capricorn’s eyes bulged.
“AGAIN?!”
She barely scrambled away as—
BOOM!
This time, Hummingbird had learned.
She’d wrapped her coat around her head before the explosion.
Capricorn, however, was done.
“I’LL KILL YOU!”
She lunged at Tom, her flexible sword hissing toward his throat.
She’d realized—
This bomb freak was toying with her.
At range, he’d just keep throwing explosives until she was paste.
But up close?
She’d force him to fight properly.
Or die with her.
Tom blocked with his dagger—
Hummingbird struck from the side—
Capricorn twisted away, but her injured legs slowed her.
The katana still grazed her waist—
Slicing through fabric and flesh alike.
(End of Chapter 236)
