On the military jeep ride back, in the silent rear seats shrouded in darkness, General Mike took out his corncob pipe and thought back over what had happened after the battle.
Morton hadn't suffered any serious injuries, but he'd still been carried off on a stretcher. No one had laughed at his urine-soaked state, though.
Not one soldier present could guarantee that they would have done better than him when facing Gelman head-on.
In fact, quite a few soldiers had passed out. Everyone had to spend time waking them up, and those who couldn't be roused were carried onto the vehicles to be dealt with back at the fortress.
That was with Gelman having stopped in time. If he'd gone all out and refused to stop, most of the people there would have suffered mental breakdowns.
Even General Mike himself hadn't been able to take it. Despite having several Nen users standing in front of him, he'd still collapsed onto the ground, unable to move.
When it was all over, the others had to help him up and let him stand there for a while before he could avoid making a disgrace of himself.
But overall, he and his soldiers had still been completely crushed by Gelman alone.
Only now could General Mike understand why the V6 leadership had always been so wary of Netero, treating him like a strategic weapon.
Perhaps that was why... If Netero's words were true, then Gelman was even stronger than him—and even more dangerous.
After Morton had been carried off, General Mike had done his best to maintain the dignity of a superior, praising Gelman a few times.
Then he'd said it was getting late and told everyone to return to the fortress.
The truth was, he didn't know how long his strength, which