Amuro Tooru remembered the information Okiya Subaru had provided earlier: the floors below were engulfed in flames, and bombs had been planted on the roof and the connecting bridge. Whether it was true or not, since Uzo's forces had specifically mentioned it, Amuro Tooru had no intention of taking any of those evacuation routes.
He had to carve out a path of his own.
Thinking this, Amuro Tooru's gaze fell on the brand-new convertible sports car in the banquet hall.
He had carefully inspected it earlier. No one had tampered with the car. To let the prize-winning guest drive it away at any time, the opening ceremony organizers had even left the key in the ignition.
Amuro Tooru patted the hood. For an instant, he felt as though he had been possessed by an old classmate skilled at street racing, his whole body brimming with confidence that he could break free from Uzo's clutches.
"I remember that the top floor of Building B has a massive pool. The two buildings are now about sixty meters apart, with a vertical drop of twenty meters. As long as I cover those sixty meters within 2.02 seconds, I can land in the water across from here."
Amuro Tooru silently calculated the escape data. To meet that requirement, I need to be going over 108 km/h when I leave the building. Factoring in air resistance, 120 km/h should be enough. Any faster, and I might overshoot the pool.
The banquet hall had limited space, so accelerating to that speed in such a short time would be difficult.
But Amuro Tooru was confident. *As long as my driving is good enough, I can build up some initial speed in the hall first, then use the open trunk lid and the blast wave from the explosion