When Diego said this, a burst of static suddenly came through the Cochlea Worm. Clearly, the signal on the other end had been jammed.
A vicious look appeared on his face as he said to the telegraph team, "Send the message out. Execute the second plan!"
Once the telegraph team had finished transmitting, the team members here fired Traction Javelins at the high-rise opposite them. The spearheads slammed deep into the opposing wall, stretching cables between the two buildings.
He immediately leaped onto one and ran along the cable toward the building opposite. Several of his Guard Members followed him, while most of the others retreated through the stairwell exit.
Despite the sudden upheaval, their actions remained orderly. Their retreat was highly organized, not only because of their usual training, but also because of their confidence in their own strength. Besides the armed personnel, two Third Limit Fighters had accompanied them this time. They still had an excellent chance of breaking out.
Diego crossed three high-rises in succession before jumping down. The instant he steadied himself on the ground, a guard behind him suddenly shoved him.
His reaction was swift. He rolled away with the force of the push and glanced behind him in that brief opening. One of his guards had been closed in on by a nimble figure. Their fists and kicks collided rapidly, blasting wave after wave of air around them.
But perhaps because he had pushed Diego aside, the guard lost the initiative from the very start. After only a few exchanges, he was struck by a punch. With a boom, he flew backward and crashed into a building along the street.
A chill ran through Diego's heart. The man protecting him was a Third Limit Fighter, which meant the attacker clearly was as well.
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