In the reception hall of Hellsing headquarters on the outskirts of London.
Integra sat behind the desk, her hands clasped in front of her nose.
The group that had returned from South America had gathered here: Fang Mo, grinning smugly; Alucard, who had started laughing along with him; the Police Woman, standing awkwardly nearby; and Bernardo, the mercenary captain smoking on the sofa.
"So what you're saying is..."
Integra's face was practically written over with confusion and disbelief. "You rode a van all the way back from South America?"
"Precisely."
Alucard admitted it with a smile.
"..."
Integra seemed to fall silent for a moment. After a while, she lit a cigar, trying to calm herself down. "So this vehicle can drive across the ocean, is that it? What country's black technology is this?"
"Th-That's not it..."
Hearing this, the Police Woman hurriedly shook her head, then instinctively glanced at Fang Mo. "But this vehicle, it..."
"It can fly."
Bernardo interjected.
"???"
Integra was completely dumbfounded.
But she quickly caught on. This was obviously Fang Mo's doing again, so she immediately turned toward him. "Aren't you going to explain yourself, Mr. Wang Jiangchen?"
"It's Grand Marshal. I added a Grand Marshal to the car."
Fang Mo gestured simply with both hands, wearing a grin like a swamp rat. "Take off—hey, fly."
"Can you fucking act normal for once?!"
The veins on Integra's forehead bulged as she slammed a hand onto the desk. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you caused in South America?! Can you at least give me a proper report now?!"
"Well, that's just how our Eastern power system works."
Seeing her blood pressure spike, Fang Mo began explaining. "You know I'm a Zombie... so haven't you heard of the term Flying Zombie?"
"Flying Zombie?"
Integra