Supervillain Idol System: My Sidekick Is A Yandere-Chapter 591: Event Day 1 (Part 6)
Back at SHQ—
The fighting had stopped.
But movement had not.
The grounds around the weapons complex were now littered with bodies.
UPSDF soldiers.
SHQ staff.
Some lay where they had fallen mid-stride, others collapsed behind cover that hadn't saved them.
Blood marked the pavement in wide, uneven spreads, trailing between vehicles, pooling near the entrance checkpoints.
Across the wider SHQ grounds—
More of the same.
Alarms blared without pause.
Buildings stood damaged, sections blackened from explosions, windows blown out. Smoke drifted upward in thick streams from scattered points across the facility.
And moving through it all—
The bipedal androids.
They walked with steady, unhurried steps.
Their optics burned red.
Mounted weapons tracked as they moved, scanning, locking, firing.
A group of UPSDF soldiers sprinted between two buildings, dragging an injured man between them.
"Move—move—!"
They didn't make it far.
One of the androids turned.
Its arm shifted slightly.
A mounted barrel aligned.
Then—
THOOM—THOOM—THOOM—!
Heavy-caliber rounds fired in rapid succession.
12.7mm superhuman-grade rounds.
The impacts were immediate.
One soldier's torso tore open mid-stride, his body folding as the round passed clean through him and struck the man behind.
Another was hit in the shoulder—
No—
The entire upper half of his body burst apart under the force.
Blood and fragments sprayed across the pavement.
The injured man they carried dropped instantly, his body hitting the ground with a dull thud.
The android didn't pause.
It continued walking.
As if nothing had happened.
As if it were clearing debris.
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Inside the main SHQ building—
Higher floors.
Benjamin stood inside an office.
He was at the window.
Watching.
And what he saw—
Left him frozen.
Below, another android engaged a group trying to flee from a neighboring structure. Staff members mixed with soldiers, all running in panic.
It didn't matter.
The android fired.
THOOM—!
Bodies dropped one after another.
No hesitation.
No deviation.
Benjamin's hand rose slowly to his mouth.
His fingers pressed against his lips as his face lost color.
"…No…"
His voice barely came out.
He stepped back from the window.
His suit jacket was gone.
The shirt beneath clung to his back, damp with sweat. The collar hung loose, slightly wrinkled as he moved toward the desk with unsteady steps.
His breathing quickened.
He grabbed the phone.
Dialed.
The line attempted to connect.
Ring—
Then—
Cut.
Benjamin froze.
He pulled the phone away slightly, staring at it.
"Shit…"
His voice cracked.
"Something's blocking the signal…"
His mind raced.
Too fast.
No direction.
No plan.
Then—
A sound outside.
Low.
Mechanical.
Rolling.
He turned his head toward the window again.
Slowly this time.
Carefully.
He approached at an angle, keeping his body partially hidden behind the wall.
Then he crouched slightly.
Peeking.
And what he saw—
Made his eyes widen instantly.
Trucks.
Large ones.
Not military.
Long container carriers rolled through the roadways near the building, their engines rumbling as they moved in formation.
They passed through the grounds freely.
No resistance.
No interference.
The androids—
Ignored them.
Not even a glance.
Benjamin's stomach turned.
'Those aren't supply trucks…'
His mind filled in the blanks immediately.
'They could be carrying anything…'
Weapons.
Payloads.
More systems.
'This is bad…'
He pulled away from the window quickly.
Back to the desk.
His hands moved fast now.
He shoved aside documents, papers scattering across the surface without care.
One sheet flipped over.
Clean underside.
He grabbed it.
Picked up a pen.
And began writing.
Fast.
Messy.
Notes.
Observations.
Anything—
Something to leave behind.
But before he could finish—
BOOOOM—!
The door exploded inward.
Wood and metal fragments blasted into the room, shards flying in every direction.
Benjamin dropped instantly.
"Hah—!"
He hit the ground and threw his arms over his head.
Debris rained down.
Thud—clatter—!
Two figures stepped through the ruined doorway.
UPSDF soldiers.
Rifles raised.
"There's one person here," the first said.
The second entered behind him as the dust settled.
Benjamin lay on the ground.
Trembling.
Slowly—
He lifted his head.
Their eyes met.
He opened his mouth.
Tried to speak.
"What the hell is—"
The words wouldn't come.
The first soldier stepped forward.
His boot came down—
Right onto the paper Benjamin had been writing on.
He paused.
Then crouched.
Picked it up.
The second soldier stopped beside him.
The first turned the paper slightly.
Letting the other see.
"He saw the trucks."
The response came immediately.
"We have our instructions."
Benjamin's chest tightened.
A cold weight dropped into his stomach.
'No…'
The first soldier stood.
Turned toward him.
Lifted his rifle.
Benjamin's eyes followed the motion.
Fear surged through him.
"No—wait—!"
He didn't get to finish.
THOOM—! THOOM—! THOOM—!
The rounds hit his chest.
Each impact drove his body back against the floor, tearing through flesh and bone without resistance.
Blood burst outward across the ground.
His body jerked with each hit—
Then—
One final shot.
THOOM—!
It struck his head.
The impact shattered it instantly.
A wet, violent spray covered the wall behind him.
Fragments scattered across the desk.
His body went still.
Limbs slack.
The room fell quiet again.
The two soldiers exchanged a brief glance.
Said nothing.
Then turned.
And walked out.
Without looking back.
Behind them—
Benjamin's body lay destroyed.
His chest torn open, clothing soaked and shredded.
What remained of his head was barely recognizable, the upper portion gone, leaving a ruined mass against the floor while blood continued to spread outward in a slow, widening pool.
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Meanwhile—
Back at the weapons complex—
The trucks had arrived.
One after another, they rolled into position within the secured grounds.
They lined up in rows.
Engines idling.
No soldiers approached them.
No unloading crews.
Only stillness.
Then—
A low hiss.
Pssssss—~
Steam vented from the sides of the containers.
Hydraulic systems engaged.
CLUNK—CLUNK—CLUNK—!
The rear sections of the containers began to shift.
Slowly at first.
Then steadily.
The entire container structures tilted upward.
Metal frames extended beneath them, locking into place as the long rectangular bodies rose higher—
And higher—
Until they stood nearly vertical.
Fully deployed.
Missile launch platforms.
The outer panels split apart—
SHHHK—!
Revealing internal launch tubes.
Multiple per container.
Rows of missiles sat within, angled skyward.
Their surfaces marked with targeting identifiers.
Systems activated in sequence.
Lights flickered on.
Targeting arrays aligned.
Vrrrrrr—~
From above—
It looked like a field of spears pointed at the sky.
Inside the control room—
Commander Miller stood before the screens.
The feed displayed everything.
The trucks.
The transformation.
The deployment.
Her eyes followed it all.
Unmoving.
Unreadable.
She lifted her communicator.
Pressed it to her ear.
And spoke.
"Fire all the missiles."
A brief pause, then she added,
"Prepare to be exfil."
