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Crumpling the Wanted Poster, Kirishima Bupai muttered to himself, "A whole 1.6 billion... fine, fine, fine..."
What was this supposed to be? An environmental cleanup fee for taking out the trash? And a fucking astronomical one at that!
Had seawater gotten into the Marines' brains... and the World Government's too?!
Just because the trash they were "guarding" had been swept away, they were spending 1.6 billion on his head? And those fucking reporters...
Couldn't that money go toward improving people's lives? This move... was so stupid it made him laugh in anger!
He stood in the middle of the bustling street, looking at the 1.6-billion Wanted Poster fluttering in the wind, laughing so hard his shoulders shook.
His abnormal laughter frightened the surrounding crowd into silence, and they all backed away.
Just then, something suddenly changed...
"Hiss-!"
Without warning, great clouds of thick white smoke with a pungent smell came gushing madly from the rooftops on either side of the street, the alleys, and even the sewer openings.
Like a stage dry-ice effect magnified a hundredfold, it instantly engulfed the entire street, including the spot where Kirishima Bupai stood.
The crowd screamed in terror and fled in every direction, plunging the scene into chaos.
Through the thick haze, a low voice carrying resolute determination pierced the spreading smoke and reached Kirishima Bupai's ears clearly. "Marine Captain Smoker, the 'White Hunter'!"
"Wanted criminal, codename 'V'! Though I know I'm no match for you..."
"As a Marine, I must fulfill my duty! Surrender!"
As his words fell, the white smoke churned and gathered as though it were alive.
Soon, a muscular figure with two cigars clenched between his teeth, short silver-gray hair, and a white vest appeared intermittently through