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Rustle...
At those words, every member of the Elite Camp was stunned.
People from the World Government?
What were they doing here?
The Marines might have been subordinate to the World Government, but the two had little contact in practice. Normally, only the Navy's top brass dealt with the World Government. It had nothing to do with soldiers like them. Their job was simply to carry out orders.
So what had these people come for?
And why was their hostility so obvious?
Simon did not wait for an answer. Perhaps he had never expected one.
Familiar with their ways, Simon went on. "Judging by your ages, and the way you speak and carry yourselves, I doubt you're here on official business. Yet you've come to Marine Headquarters and headed straight here to make trouble. I imagine you must be on some special assignment."
"And in the World Government, assignments like that usually fall to members of its intelligence agency, P9."
Simon's deduction might have sounded baseless, but Arudo and the others clearly saw several of the black-suited men's expressions change.
And Simon was not done. His mind raced, piecing together scattered scraps of memory as though Conan himself had taken over.
Then Simon smiled faintly and pointed at the black-suited man in front.
"I heard P9 produced a prodigy over a decade ago, someone they call the strongest in its eight-hundred-year history. That man likes wearing a tall hat. So you're Rob Lucci, aren't you?"
"Rob Lucci!"
The Elite Camp members drew sharp breaths. It was actually him!
As a member of the intelligence agency P9, Rob Lucci's personal records should have been beyond the reach of raw recruits like them.
But this year's Elite Camp had Simon, a monster when