The hunting captain's blood seemed to freeze in an instant.
Group D... was his most trusted, most powerful personal guard unit, yet they too had been silently wiped out...
For the first time, he felt fear so clearly. It was like a venomous snake slowly crawling up his spine, cold enough to pierce bone.
As the captain of a hunting squad, he reveled in the death brought by the hunt. But when death was about to descend upon himself, he too felt fear—the fear of prey.
The Research Institute's data could not be wrong. A Supreme Expert's efficiency at hunting them in reverse should not have been this high... What the hell was going on?
Feeling three terrifying auras crush down upon him, as though he were surrounded by three starving tigers with nowhere to flee, he found that fear impossible to suppress even with the most extreme hunting urge. Even though he had taken a psychotropic drug before the operation, under the suppression of the three Supreme Experts' Fist Intent, the hunting captain's mind could no longer bear the strain. At last, it shattered under the impact.
"Fuck you all!!!"
The hunting captain let out a beastlike roar and viciously jabbed himself in his most sensitive part with a pain-enhancing drug. In the instant before fear completely devoured his remaining reason, he relied solely on his final muscle memory, reaching to detonate the bombs on his body and take them all down with him.
Yet although he believed he had "pressed" the detonator, there was no response at all. No violent explosion came as expected. There were only three terrifying black shadows rapidly enlarging before his eyes, swallowing the last of his reason.
At such close range, under the combined influence of three Supreme Experts' Fist Intent, he had