Sir Cross took some time, but finally filled the large bag.
The boxes stuffed the bag to bursting, at least several dozen of them. An Ordinary Person would not have been able to drag it, much less carry it on their back.
Yet Sir Cross carried it effortlessly in one hand.
"Bring the bag over here!" "Gundam" suddenly shouted.
"Bring it over? Impossible..." Sir Cross shook his head. He was standing in a corner of the collection room.
"You're asking for death!" Gundam roared, touching his chest. "If you don't bring it over, I'll really press it!"
"Press it if you want." Sir Cross held the bag behind him, utterly fearless.
Gundam immediately charged at him.
Sir Cross pressed a switch in the corner and dropped down through the floor.
Then, with a boom, Gundam exploded...
The entire collection room was blasted into the air as well.
The three members of Heaven's Mandate Society watched with tears streaming down their faces, unable to contain themselves.
Bracken wept even harder.
"Idiot! That Sir already ran away, so why did you blow yourself up? You should've grabbed a couple of Otherworldly boxes and run too!" Dr. Stein cursed when he saw this.
The other three stopped crying.
However, Dr. Stein was quickly proven wrong. After the smoke cleared, Gundam's battered body was revealed beneath a concrete slab in the collapsed collection room. He was clutching three boxes beneath him, while explosives were still wrapped around his body.
It turned out that the person who had activated the explosives was not him, but Sir Cross!
Clearly, the explosives he used were highly reliable. Unless he activated them himself, no external explosion, no matter how powerful, could set them off.
That was why he had survived.
In other words, that Sir would rather destroy