Raven-black hair, two prominent tear troughs on his cheeks, and a handsome face.
Section Chief Mori would have recognized that face even if it had been reduced to ashes.
And that conspicuous Akatsuki cloak-wasn't this the mysterious Superhuman their Fifth Division had searched high and low for without success?
"It's you!? You actually dared to walk right into our trap!"
Section Chief Mori sprang straight out of his seat and immediately drew his service pistol, aiming it at Uchiha Itachi.
His subordinates also sought cover one after another, drawing their pistols and taking aim.
Section Chief Mori held his gun up, his heart pounding with shock, delight, and doubt.
He was delighted that the Superhuman they had found no leads on had delivered himself to their doorstep, but wondered how the Superhuman dared to swagger into a place as dangerous as the Metropolitan Police Department.
Were the security guards and officers outside all freeloaders? How had they let the Superhuman get this far in without anyone even raising the alarm?
But regardless, this Superhuman was now a bird in a cage. His Fifth Division would gladly accept this great achievement delivered into their hands.
Uchiha Itachi swept a cold gaze around the conference room, utterly ignoring the dozen or so dark gun barrels. Though he said nothing, his contempt was plain.
"A trap? This?"
Section Chief Mori's thick eyebrows knotted together. His eyes swept over Uchiha Itachi from head to toe, lingering on his empty hands before he looked up again.
No one was a fool. If the Superhuman dared to swagger in like this, he must have something to rely on.
But this Superhuman was empty-handed. He had not brought a katana as he had at the abandoned mall, so he could not unleash that miraculous Sword Energy or