As Rosago stared in disbelief, several bullets mercilessly pierced his head, blowing it apart and leaving only a headless corpse pitching straight forward.
The body hit the ground with a thud. Klein stepped back, avoiding the corpse that had nearly fallen onto him.
He wiped the blood spattered across his face. His anxiety gradually subsided, and he began examining the corpse before him closely.
Did I really kill a Marionettist? A Sequence 5 Marionettist? Klein thought in disbelief. Dunn and Daly hurried over to him and examined the corpse on the ground.
After using his Soul Assurer abilities to confirm that the Marionettist was thoroughly dead, Dunn nodded slightly and asked with concern, "Klein, are you all right?"
"I'm fine." Klein had regained his composure. He lowered his head and searched Rosago's pockets, trying to find something that could identify him. "He was one of the Intis Ambassador's subordinates. Uh, possibly his bodyguard-his finding us was far too coincidental. Something about this whole thing feels like a coincidence."
"Yes, this really was a coincidence." Dunn nodded in agreement. "Before coming here, I notified the Nighthawks in Backlund. They'll handle the cleanup."
"How did you get here, Captain?" Klein asked curiously. "Was it because of what you asked me to do earlier?"
Dunn smiled mysteriously and raised his index finger to his lips. "We can't let Ince Zangwill find out about that. Heh, he might be watching this place right now-"
So it really was that letter-did Nimrod's messenger notice my situation and notify the captain? Klein's thoughts wandered for a while, giving rise to various guesses.
Still, Klein thought the captain had a real talent for being a Provoker. Seeing all four members of their team unharmed, without being able to figure out why, must have infuriated Ince Zangwill-
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