From the moment Hobart kicked the door flying to when the Hermit was riddled with bullets, less than a minute had passed. The arrest operation ended perfectly.
Borgia asked Hobart, "Can we go support the other teams together? Let LuoLuota handle the cleanup herself?"
When he had first met Hobart, Hobart had only been a Sequence 9, and a Wild Extraordinary at that, naturally lacking confidence.
But now, Hobart could deal with a Sequence 7 on his own. Borgia had enough discernment to see that. His and LuoLuota's final round of shooting had merely given them a sense of participation; even without their shots, Hobart had been fully capable of taking down the enemy.
Borgia's politeness toward Hobart was, in truth, an acknowledgment of Hobart's strength.
Hobart nodded. "All right. Which team is closest to us?"
"The team arresting Hayman," Borgia replied.
The moment Hobart heard Hayman's name, he immediately told LuoLuota, "Leave this place to you. We're going."
As soon as Hobart and Borgia got into the carriage, the many people awakened by the gunfire finally began poking their heads out to look around.
LuoLuota held up her identification. "Police business!"
Everyone hurriedly pulled their heads back inside in fright.
In the carriage on the other side, Borgia explained the plan to arrest Hayman. "Based on our analysis, Hayman should be a Swindler, a particularly cunning and agile Sequence.
"Therefore, we deployed one Sequence 8, two Sequence 9s, and brought along a Level 3 Sealed Artifact for his arrest."
Hobart nodded. Thomas truly was an experienced Nighthawk, knowing where to arrange the "heavy forces."
Although Swindlers did not possess particularly bizarre Extraordinary Abilities, anyone who underestimated them would certainly suffer a major loss.
The carriage raced through the empty streets. Even when pedestrians appeared on the road, they hurriedly