The artificial intelligence in 09's brain ran at high speed. He did not need to track Little Eight's movements at all; based solely on where she vanished and her motions, he calculated her trajectory.
The next second, he raised a hand and grabbed through the air. A crisp snap rang out.
Relying on the prediction of his extraordinary computing power, he accurately seized Little Eight by the wrist.
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"Uh..."
Even Little Eight's ferocious eyes froze, because this was the first time something like this had happened.
"Got you."
09 raised his head, revealing eyes that flickered with green light.
Then his five fingers tightened. Adamantium was incredibly hard, like iron pincers, squeezing Little Eight's arm until it crackled.
"Urgh—"
Little Eight threw back her head and howled, her injuries worsening further.
09 extended his other hand and reached straight for her head, seeming ready to finish her off completely the next second.
But at that critical moment, the ground suddenly shook, as though some enormous creature was charging over.
09 turned his head and saw Tank's massive figure rapidly approaching. Tank swung his enormous fist and smashed it directly toward his face.
"Don't bully Little Eight!"
Bang!
With a muffled thud, 09 took the heavy blow and flew dozens of meters sideways. His heavy body plowed a trench through the ground, rolling several times before finally coming to a stop.
The liquid metal on his face had caved in, forming a deep crater, but it squirmed and restored itself in the blink of an eye.
Tank shook his fist, feeling as though he had just punched a bronze wall.
"This guy's really hard..."
"Kill them!"
Little Eight staggered up from the ground, covered in filthy blood. Her right arm in particular seemed completely broken, hanging