Are Everyone at the Metropolitan Police Department This Fierce?

A flash of blade swept past as Kikuchiyo's edge silently sliced through the tablecloth and lightly scored the marble beneath it.

The pool table split cleanly down the middle in an instant. Even several guns hidden in the compartment were cut with perfectly smooth cross-sections.

"What?!"

Tsuchida Hitoshi stared blankly at the bizarre sight before him.

The pool table had just been cut apart?!

If that had been a person, wouldn't they have been split in two on the spot...?

Wait, something was off. Where the hell had that sword come from?!

Tsuchida Hitoshi was first startled, then deeply confused.

However, Fujino gave him no chance to ask.

After cleaving the pool table in half with one strike, Fujino became a blur and rushed toward Tsuchida Hitoshi. He raised Kikuchiyo in his hand, then brought it down again.

Another flash of steel passed by, and the silver barrel of Tsuchida Hitoshi's handgun was severed in the middle.

Half the barrel fell onto the floor with a crisp clack!

Only half the gun remained in his hand.

Using the momentum of his swing, Fujino spun again, raised his left elbow, and smashed it forward like an iron hammer, giving Tsuchida Hitoshi's face a close and personal encounter.

Under the overwhelming impact, Tsuchida Hitoshi's neck was knocked out of alignment and bent sharply to one side.

His body then flew through the air like a kite, tracing a perfect arc.

Then one side of his face slammed straight into the floor, sending him into a sweet sleep like a baby's.

"BOSS!"

Seeing Tsuchida Hitoshi get sent flying, a bald man reached into his inner pocket to pull out a gun.

But before he could draw it, Fujino had already rushed over and sent him flying with a kick.

"Let's go!"

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