Thud, thud. Headless Marine corpses fell across the metal floor, and blood began to spread.
"You bastard! How dare you!"
Vice Admiral Kalamy's face twisted as he glared at Werther.
"Heh. There's something I'm curious about. Why would you openly defy the World Government's orders? Let me guess."
Werther stood with Intent Blood in hand, a few drops of blood spattered across his cheek. He looked ice-cold.
"If I take charge of this Dyna Stone on behalf of the World Government, they'll give me an exact quantity.
"But what if the amount you have in storage doesn't match that number?"
Werther's guess made Vice Admiral Kalamy's pupils contract.
"Arrogant fool! I simply refuse to hand that Dyna Stone over to a villain like you for nothing. Everything I do is for justice!
"Men! Surround him! Form up and open fire!"
As he issued orders to the Marines, Kalamy turned and hurried into the base, vanishing from sight.
A large number of Marines formed two orderly ranks in front of Werther.
The front rank crouched, while the rank behind them stood.
Bang, bang, bang!
Gunshots rang out in a steady rhythm. A dense barrage of bullets hurtled toward Werther.
Whatever their individual strength, the Marines' well-drilled formation was impressive.
It seemed Vice Admiral Kalamy had a real talent for commanding troops. Otherwise, he would never have been sent to guard such an important Marine Branch base.
Werther walked straight toward the barrage, sometimes turning his body, sometimes tilting his head. Where the bullets were too dense, he knocked them aside with Intent Blood.
The two ranks kept up an unbroken stream of fire. When the front rank emptied its guns, the rear rank took over while the first reloaded. Their coordination was seamless.
Unfortunately, no amount of coordination could make up