Black-Haired Dad Isn’t Something You Reap - Chapter 176

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Chapter 176. Everyone Is a Sinner (5)
“One, two, three, go!”
I pulled the safety pin from the grenade and hurled it out of the house with textbook precision. The guards surrounding the suddenly-appeared residence scattered in panic.
Not long after, a deafening boom echoed as the bomb detonated.
“Did everyone grab their protective gear?”
“Yes!”
“I only need one sword, sir.”
Choco was fine, but the equipment the others carried seemed woefully inadequate. Since we hadn’t anticipated such a chaotic firefight, Shirley had only a Walter pistol, and Nanakda’s subordinates were mostly armed with pistols or melee weapons. I’d given my pistol to Shirley, so I could only manage a short blade.
“Nanakda, why didn’t you keep a machine gun in the house!”
“Why would I need a machine gun in my home!”
“We have one in ours!”
“Your home is the Imperial Palace!”
And you’re the leader of a religion! This is dangerously lacking in crisis awareness. What if Media sends assassins? When I get home, I’ll gift him machine guns sorted by model. Seriously.
“We’re fine, but shouldn’t you cover your face, Nanakda? You said you’d be coming here to proselytize later, right?”
Oh, that’s a good point. I accepted Shirley’s suggestion and wrapped Nanakda’s face with cloth, leaving only his eyes visible. It looked rather amusing.
“Which way is the garage?”
“If the location hasn’t changed, it should be that direction.”
“Okay. I’ll throw grenades from behind the wall, and once people scatter, we run.”
Come on, move, move. I clapped my hands sharply and coordinated everyone’s movement. Fortunately, all of Nanakda’s subordinates were military veterans. When civilians get mixed in situations like this, they all tense up, their legs freeze, and movement becomes nearly impossible.
“Why are you so comfortable in situations like this?”
“I’m the Air Force Commander, aren’t I?”
“No, I know that, but…”
As a commander, I wouldn’t have skipped the same training regular soldiers receive. Is that really so foolish? Did they think I just held the title without doing the work?
“Alright! Throwing the grenade now. Move after you hear the boom. Protect yourselves!”
“Yes!”
“Yes!”
Following my signal, Shirley disengaged her pistol’s safety, and Choco drew her sword, swinging it experimentally with a whoosh. Nanakda’s subordinates huddled tightly around him for some reason.
“Sir Nanakda, are you truly certain about this?”
“A marriage alliance with someone like that?”
“If things go wrong, won’t your head get chopped off?”
“Well, I never expected things to come to this…”
“If you don’t come, I’m leaving you behind!”
My threat worked—Nanakda immediately positioned himself right behind me, ready to sprint.
“They do make a good pair, though.”
“They really do.”
“One, two, three, throw!”
After the boom, I vaulted over the collapsed wall and ran. Choco led the charge, cutting through resistance, while Shirley’s suppressive fire kept the guards at bay, so we just had to keep moving.
“How far is the garage from here?”
“Not far. At this pace, we should arrive in less than five minutes.”
“Alright. Choco, stay here!”
“Yes!”
The Astiages Imperial Palace forces would be in disarray, and they wouldn’t know where we’re heading. They’d just swarm toward the teleported residence at the mere mention of intruders. That meant most of their personnel would be concentrated there. Leaving Choco as a chokepoint would handle things naturally.
“Pisha! Two guards ahead!”
“Cover from the rear!”
“Yes!”
Trusting Shirley’s gunfire behind me, I sprinted forward and executed a spinning back kick. The guard in front took my heel to the jaw and crumpled with a grunt, while the one behind caught Shirley’s bullet in the thigh and collapsed with a shriek.
“You bastard! Get over here, damn it!”
“That’s a rifle! Give it to me!”
“Sure! Let’s swap for a pistol!”
I handed the rifle I’d seized to Shirley and received a pistol in return, then reloaded. Thanks to Father’s training, the time it took to eject the empty magazine and reload wouldn’t even reach half a second.
“Let’s go!”
“Nanakda, will you be alright? That Princess fights like she’s done this a thousand times!”
“If she marries Nanakda, he’s definitely dead!”
“Don’t ask questions like that in the middle of a situation!”
Nanakda’s subordinates were soldiers, so they had the leisure to chat. One of them was even rummaging through the guard I’d disarmed to see if there was anything else worth taking.
“It would’ve been nice to have a key to the garage control room. Unfortunately, this one doesn’t have one.”
“Why do we need a key?”
“Oh, because it’s an iron door.”
“No problem! I know how to break locks!”
I’d learned which spots to shoot to destroy and open them. If all else failed, I could shoot the hinges. With rifles in our hands, nothing could frighten us!
When I mentioned this to Nanakda’s group, they whispered among themselves and asked where I’d learned such things.
“Father taught me!”
“Well, I suppose the Kisomalos Emperor would know such things.”
“He trained his daughter in this?”
“Isn’t he insane?”
Hey, don’t insult my father! He’s definitely crazy, but only I, his daughter, get to call him insane! And what’s wrong with learning these things? Look—it’s already proven useful.
“The garage!”
Fortunately, no one blocked our path after that, and we reached the garage safely. The Imperial Palace garage only had civilian cars. I’d need to hotwire two of them. I used my military knife to break the corner of the driver’s side window and gave Shirley an order.
“Shirley, get the engine started!”
“Yes!”
“Does anyone in the control room know how to open the garage door?”
“Me! I know!”
“Let’s go!”
Worried the iron door might be too sturdy, I borrowed the rifle from Shirley. As I sprinted toward the control room, the group naturally split into two teams. One of Nanakda’s subordinates followed me while wondering about Shirley’s situation.
“But without a key, how do you start the engine?”
“Oh, that? You pull the wires under the steering wheel and twist them together—click and spark. Shirley knows how.”
I didn’t understand it at first either, but once you know the principle, it’s simple. There’s a separate starter wire, and normally the key turns to disconnect it, but if you bypass that…
I gave Nanakda’s subordinate a brief explanation and drew my pistol. The door was a type I already knew. A pistol would be sufficient.
Bang! Bang!
I kicked open the iron door, and the Control Room came into view. I left the rest to my subordinates and sprinted back toward where Shirley was.
“Stand by! I’m bringing Choco!”
“Yes!”
Ugh, one mistake with the warp stone and look at this mess. I climbed into the passenger seat where Shirley gripped the steering wheel, and Nanakda along with one of his female subordinates squeezed into the back seat.
“Huh? We’re all riding together?”
“Either way, I or some of my subordinates need to be here. We’ll need to guide the way too.”
“If you’re not used to it, this could be rough….”
Shirley’s driving is incredibly reckless. I gave Nanakda a pitying look and advised him to fasten his seatbelt.
“Shirley, please take it easy.”
“Here we go!”
“Ahhh!”
I gripped the passenger handle like a lifeline and clenched my teeth. Behind me, Nanakda’s subordinate was already rolling around.
“I told you to fasten your seatbelt!”
“Ahhh! Wait! I was fastening Lord Nanakda’s first!”
“You’re grown—figure it out yourself!”
Somehow the Emperor’s Son still hadn’t lost that commanding air. The woman, shaken by the bumps, finally grabbed a handle and stabilized herself when—thunk!—the side mirror flew off. The path must have narrowed.
“Can we even get a car through here?!”
“Whether it’s possible doesn’t matter. If Shirley does it, it gets done.”
“Why are you so calm about this!”
“I’ve been through a lot these past months….”
Besides, talking too much like that will make you bite your tongue. I was about to warn him, but it was already too late—Nanakda yelped and let out a groan. Shirley burst into the wide-open plaza, manipulated the gear shift, then hit the brakes hard with a screech.
Crash! Bang!
“Ahhhhh!”
“Aaahhh!”
Needless to say, the guards got hit by the car and flew far away.
“Choco, get in!”
“Yes!”
She must have been having the time of her life. Bodies were scattered across the ground, and Choco was completely drenched in blood.
“Hey! Blood! Choco’s not hurt, is she?!”
“That’s not her blood.”
I answered briefly and clamped my mouth shut.
Screeeech!
Shirley had resumed her reckless driving.
“Catch them!”
“Sound the emergency alarm!”
Idiots. Did it really take them this long to think of sounding the alarm? By the time they assembled the guards, we’d already be at the Airfield.
This is why regular training matters. Now I understand why Father conducts air raid drills once a month, lowering the blast doors and practicing evacuation procedures.
As Shirley navigated through the narrow corridor, the Garage came into view. Nanakda’s subordinates who’d been waiting in their vehicles took the lead and guided us all the way to the Airfield, and we followed behind.
Throughout the Imperial Palace, sirens began wailing with a piercing wail.
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