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"So, you ready to change your mind, you fucker? Tell me who sold you this special bullet."

"I…I…I…"

Accelerator was currently interrogating some criminal who decided to involved himself in a drug trade alongside a few other people. As of now, said the man was pinned on the wall with his neck being held by the Strongest Esper.

"L-Look, if I told anyone else, I-I…"

"Well, you might be able to escape them. But if you don't follow my order, then I will definitely kill you." Accelerator stated while giving his evilest grin. "Say, why I don't simply make the choice…easier?"

Suddenly, the man suffered a seizure spasm. His mouth was foaming and his eyes were unable to concentrate. Those symptoms stopped just as suddenly as they appeared. The criminal looked at the albino with a newfound fear, as if he wasn't terrified enough.

"How's that feel? Humans have bioelectricity inside their body to do even the simplest task. And I can manipulate it." Accelerator explained as he moved his face closer. "So, what do you say?"

"A man with a bird mask! He's part of the Yakuza if I am not wrong!" The criminal gave the answer in panic. "That's all I know! I swear!"

Accelerator didn't give a reply to the man; he simply broke his neck after getting what he wanted. No point of letting a loose end untied. He took the man's wallet, taking only the money while leaving the rest inside as he tossed it to the floor.

As he escaped from the would-be crime scene, Accelerator couldn't help but grunted as his job had become harder. The Yakuza possessed, one way or another, a relationship with the police. Eliminating them would bring unwarranted heat. Yet at the same time, not doing so would result in those idiots drawing the heat anyway by creating bullets that could change the status quo.

He always hated this kind of situation; no matter what he chose, there would be a headache in the end.

Currently patrolling around the market were two students of U.A. interning under the hero Fat Gum, Kirishima and Amajiki. They were supposed to be patrolling with the well, fat hero himself but he had received a call from the police, asking him to fix some error that they found in one of his reports.

Thus, both Red Riot and Suneater went on their own for this patrol. Well, not really their own since Fat Gum had contacted nearby heroes for a little bit of assistance. Which was why they often met with heroes and sidekicks of other agencies.

"Uh, why must I the one who's leading?" Amajiki stated in despair. "Being the face and spokesperson, that's not who I am."

"Come on now, Amajiki-senpai! Fat Gum trusted you for this, so you should be more than capable of handling it!" Kirishima declared, trying to encourage his senior.

"You don't know him, Red Riot! He only took me so that he could torment me!" Amajiki pulled his hood lower. "I should have filed a complaint."

The red-haired boy couldn't help but let out an awkward laugh. It was not a word that he would use since Amajiki was certainly not one but he wouldn't blame people for thinking that one of the Big Three was a…whatever the word used to describe "unmanliness." He certainly gave that kind of image.

Though Kirishima wondered if that was on purpose. Doing that to make the villains underestimated him.

The boy stopped his thought when he and Amajiki noticed a police officer asking a food seller about something. Besides the officer was a shadow with a similar physical outline, taking note of the conversation. It took them only a few seconds that it might have something to do with a post box that had a rather large dent.

"Officer Hanbei." Amajiki greeted the officer. "Is there something wrong here?"

"Huh?" The officer diverted his attention to see the student. "Ah, Suneater! I suspect the boy beside you are an intern as well?"

"That's right! Red Riot, sir! It's nice to meet you!" Kirishima introduced himself excitedly.

"Always nice to see a new and upcoming hero like you. Makes our jobs easier knowing the kind of successors that we have."

"You're not that old," Amajiki commented.

"Right." Officer Hanbei scratched his head before continuing. "As for what happened, nothing that important. Just some…the boy being himself."

"What do you mean?"

"A new family has recently moved into this neighborhood. The guardian, an albino boy whose name I don't exactly remember, can't stand criminals and villains. According to him, they made him wasting his time and he disliked that." Officer Hanbei explained.

"What does it have to do with the post box?" Kirishima asked.

"The boy took matters into his own hands. When asked why, he said, and I quote, 'don't have time to wait for the fucking police and contractors.'"

"Contractors?"

"That's the term that he used to refer to 'heroes.'" Officer Hanbei scratched his head. "You know, as in private security contractors."

Amajiki raised an eyebrow upon hearing that. It wasn't the first time that he heard someone not using the word "heroes" to refer his profession. It was the first time that someone used a term that – to be honest – wasn't exactly insulting. It was more of being blunt if he needed to give his opinion.

"So, what should we do now?" the red-haired boy asked.

"Just leave this to us. He's not that hard to deal with. You young heroes better do something more worthwhile than this." Officer Hanbei replied as he made a small smile.

"If you said so," Amajiki said that as he and Kirishima returned to their patrol. "If you ever need help, just give us a call."

"I will. Good luck, boys!"

After the interns of Fat Gum disappeared from his sight, the police officer let out a sigh and walked away from the scene. His shadow closed the notebook and put it on his pocket before disappearing.

"They better give me a raise for this."

"Misaka wants to play with you. You agree, right?"

Currently, Misaka Worst sat on a box while playing with several nails by throwing them lightly on her hand. In front of her, tied between two poles, was a woman with purple skin. Her mouth was gagged and there was a clear hint of fear in her eyes.

"Misaka will say something and Misaka wants you to answer honestly." She said while giving her a wicked smile. "Grunt one time for 'yes' and two times for 'no.'"

Worst suddenly fired one of the nails, almost scratching the cheek of her captive. It embedded deep in an iron wall that was part of the warehouse.

"Alright. The strange bullet that I found, one that looks like a syringe, you know who sold them."

The woman remained silent. Worst made a scowl before firing a nail towards her right kneecap. She tried to scream but the gag prevented her from doing so. The clone then fired two more nails, one in the shoulder while another one in her palm.

"Change your mind?" The woman immediately nodded her head before letting out a grunt. "Ah, that's good. See, not so bad, right?"

Worst suddenly received a call. She grumbled a bit before taking out her phone. The clone was about to refuse the call when she found out who called her which made her accepting it instead.

"What is it? Misaka is busy here…Huh, you managed to find out about them…OK, yeah, Misaka sees what you mean…"

After a minute, Worst cut the connection and put her phone back into her pocket. She then shot the remaining nails towards the woman, causing her eyes to became as wide as saucer before she let out her last breath not even a second later.

In the bar, Accelerator, Misaka Worst, and the bartender were looking at the clues that they gathered these last few days; the Espers from the dark side of the city and the bartender from his connection in the police force.

"Someone with a bird mask is selling the gangs around the city one bullet each. Those who had to use them on the contractors reported that they were unable to use their quirks but only momentarily." Accelerator stated. "Looks like those fuckers are conducting field experiments."

"So, not unlike those researchers back in the City?" Worst said as she drank her drink, a vanilla milkshake.

"Nah, if they are done by them, we won't even find out about it until the product is nearly finished." The albino's sitting pose became more relaxed as he looked at the bartender. "What information that you managed to get?"

"I find out how Shie Hasseikai managed to create those quirk-suppressing bullets." He replied as he picked up a brown envelope from under the desk. "You better read it for yourself."

Accelerator accepted the envelope and opened it. He read the content for a few minutes before suddenly slamming it onto the table, picked up his crutch, and went towards the door. As he exited the bar, Worst took the envelope and read the content as well. She let out a whistle upon finding out what made the Number One so furious.

"No wonder. Tou-san has a soft spot for little girls." The clone commented with a smile.

"I guess she reminds him of Last Order." The bartender said before remembering something. "Wait, shouldn't we stop him now? Shie Hasseikai HQ is under 24/7 surveillance by the police."

"Don't worry, it's tou-san. He'll come up with a plan." Worst said without any worry as she kept drinking her milkshake.

Outside of a bank, the police and heroes had set up a perimeter and waited for the robbers to make a demand. It was standard scenario; some people robbed the bank, the police and heroes arrived, the robbers made a demand or two, negotiation between two sides before finally the police and heroes arrested them.

"Whoa, look at all of that!" Kirishima commented as he looked at the strength of the police force. "They even bring out an armored vehicle!"

"Haha, this is your first time dealing with bank robbery, right, Red Riot?" Fat Gum stated as the two of them and Suneater approached the CO of the rescue effort. "This is one of few times where the police bring out their heavy toys."

When they approached the CO, the trio saw him speaking with two heroes; one with a mutation quirk of being a centipede and one having light blue skin. Standing near them, listening carefully as he noted the conversation, was Izuku.

"Ah, Izu – I mean, Deku, you're here!" Kirishima exclaimed as he picked up his pace.

"Huh?" The green-haired boy looked from his notebook to saw one of his friends. "Kiri – I mean, Red Riot!"

"Man, it still feels awkward to call each other with our hero name." The red-haired boy said as he scratched his head. "I wonder how our teachers managed to do so."

"After several years of doing so, if I guess is right."

"Well, in that case, we simply need to keep it up." Kirishima looked around the area. "Speaking of which, I don't see Togata-senpai."

"Oh, he's currently scouting the bank to get us a better view of the situation." Izuku put his hand on his chin. "Especially in this strange situation."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, the bank robbers never attempted to make a call with us. No phone, no letter, no hostage being send outside, nothing. They're completely focused on the money inside, giving no heed of what happens outside."

"Hmm…" Kirishima put his hand on his chin as well. "Do you think one of the robbers have a teleportation quirk or something like that?"

"Quite unlikely, to be honest. Teleportation and similar quirks are incredibly rare. We're more likely to win a million-yen lottery than meeting another person with a quirk like Kurogiri."

As the police and heroes outside focused on solving the situation with as little bloodshed – perhaps even none - as possible, the robbers inside were more focused on putting the money into suitcases. None of them noticed the tentacles on every single of the robbers nor the sound of eerily laughing.

"Ee hee hee. Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee."

Rikiya Katsukame, part of the Eight Expendables, was currently watching the trees that were planted in the garden, feeling bored. He knew that there were cops outside, hidden from sight, that were watching the HQ, waiting just for the right time to perform a raid on them. He wanted to fight them if only to make sure that they wouldn't attack during his sleep time, but Overhaul's order was clear; do not engage the police and let them attack Shie Hasseikai first.

Considering just what kind of person his boss was, he had a very good reason to follow it both in spirit and letter.

DING DONG

Upon hearing the bell, Katsukame went towards the door as he wondered who would visit them. Most of the people in the neighborhood were too scared to even thinking of touching the bell button and those who wanted to do business with Overhaul used alternative entrances. So, who could it be?

He was just about to open the door when a hand suddenly pierced the door, touched his head…

…and then his entire upper body exploded, leaving only the body parts from feet to the waist. Several Yakuza inside heard the commotion and went outside. What they saw shocked them.

"Shit, that's Katsukame!"

"What the fuck has just happened?!"

"Look, someone's coming!"

From the front door, caring not about the remain of Katsukame, was an albino boy wearing a grey hoodie and blue pants. From the looks of them, they were clothes that everyone buys at the local store. His right hand was holding a crutch. Another thing that they noticed was the lack of visible muscle on the boy's body.

Yet despite all of that, they couldn't help but freeze in terror upon seeing him.

"Hello there, scumbags." The boy said with a tone as if he was talking about the weather. "Hopefully, I come when everyone is in the house."

"Who…Who are you?!" A Yakuza said as he took out a small knife. "Identify yourself!"

"My name is not important. After all, you're going to die anyway." The boy started to smile. "If you want to know why I am here, I am here to teach all of you fuckers a very important lesson."

The boy's smile started to become crazier as each second passed.

"I am not one but the lesson is still important nonetheless." His smile finally turned into a full-blown grin. "It's called 'even Villains have standards!'"

And it was at that moment that tremor attacked the base.

Answers to some reviews:

Tashio: Well, now isn't that something interesting? 😊

Onishin Tsukitenshi: I know, just doesn't see the need of explaining that detailed.

Guest: Now that's the challenge for the people in MHA; figure out how to make Accelerator doesn't have a mood to kill them. It's pretty simple actually but will they be able to figure it out?

For the questions regarding the bartender and the Magic Side of MHA, spoilers 😉

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