An Unexpectedly Strong Enemy

"￥%#@--"

By the time Kamijo Touma, Shizuka, and Dolly arrived at the secret base beneath the Metropolitan Police Department;

what they saw was a Bharat agent covered in so many talismans that he looked like a "mummy," bound to a restraint frame and still struggling despite the ball gag stuffed in his mouth?

"We specifically selected agents with appearances similar to the Dravidian racial type and even had them undergo plastic surgery."

Director Takeya explained to the three of them. Although he had invited Touma, he had no reason to stop Shizuka and Dolly from coming along.

"I'll be counting on you, Touma."

As the director bowed, the Metropolitan Police Department personnel present all bent at the waist as well.

"I'll give it a try."

Touma stepped forward, raised his right hand, and placed it atop the struggling agent's head.

In an instant, "Ugh—?!"

The agent's body suddenly went rigid! His eyes rolled back, while tears, snot, and drool streamed down his face!

Just as everyone else was about to suspect that the agent had been struck down by a "head-patting kill," Touma withdrew his right hand and took a step back.

"That should do it."

With his growing mastery over his right hand, he was now capable of many "precise" operations.

For example, he could absorb the portion of the tangled, chaotic Spiritual Power wrapped around this agent's brain that did not belong to him.

However—

Touma frowned slightly.

Why did this Spiritual Power feel so illusory to him?

"As expected of Touma—caught with a mere wave of your hand."

Dolly approached with a beaming smile, looped her arm around Touma's right arm, and proactively pressed it against her chest.

"This feeling of weakness, mm."

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Don't start acting crazy in public here!

Tokugawa Shizuka felt both angry and