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He extended his right hand.
The fallen man took it, gratitude appearing beneath the shadow of his hood.
"I'm fine, thank you-"
Before he could finish, killing intent erupted!
The index finger of the fallen man's other hand instantly turned an iron-blue shade and shot toward Kildaeo's chest like an arrow loosed from a bow.
The burly body jolted.
Squelch.
The dull sound of tearing flesh rang out.
Beneath his hood, the attacker disguised as a transport worker curled his lips in triumph.
The ** Army's intelligence officer was nothing more than-
"How is that possible..."
A second later, his smile froze into horror.
His broken index finger, its flesh split open, instantly brought the impostor to his senses.
Not only had his attack failed to injure his enemy, it had pushed him into mortal danger!
"Dragon claw."
A smoke-roughened voice sounded.
The index and middle fingers bent together, the ring and little fingers drew inward, and the thumb curled slightly-a hand shaped like a three-toed dragon's claw clamped onto the agent's forehead.
Crack.
The five fingers tightened.
The skull shattered in his palm like an eggshell, splashing red and white matter across the ground.
"Officer Kildaeo?!"
Only then did the surrounding ** Army members react, dropping their crates and rushing over.
Immediately afterward:
"Tempest Kick · Severing Slash!"
"Finger Pistol · Fang!"
Variants of the Six Powers surged in from every direction, forming what was clearly a meticulously arranged encirclement.
These "transport workers"
were all agents of Cipher Pol No. 9.
Yet several minutes later:
"Cough... As expected of a monster... **... by a 'former Admiral'..."
The agent Kildaeo held aloft by the throat squeezed out those words. His head lolled sideways, and a black line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
He had killed