A Swift in the Night Sky

Listening to the wind howling past outside the cargo container, the man whose face was covered in strange metal glanced around and muttered to himself:

"Emergency transport? This journey has been thoroughly unpleasant."

He pulled a specially made circular Sky Communicator from his chest and pressed the button on it. A moment later, static crackled.

"Hmm, have you arrived?" A hoarse, chilling voice came through.

"You shark are really shady. If I hadn't forcibly entered sleep mode, I really wouldn't have endured this miserable trip. I told you to arrange a flight, not ship me over like garbage."

He looked at the pile of secured crates beside him. His available space was pitifully small.

"How else could you evade the planetary defense scans? I hope you're not as reckless as that damned fatty this time. If you fail again, don't bother coming back." The vicious voice came through the Sky Communicator.

"You don't need to lecture me. If you're worried, come yourself. Send me the rendezvous information."

With a snort, red light swept from his eyes across his palm, and he directly shut off the Sky Communicator.

That damned shark. Sooner or later, he would grind him beneath his feet into meat paste.

He clenched his fist, and his leather glove creaked under the pressure.

Night Fang Mercenary Group, Level 6 Unnatural Mutant.

Mechanically Modified Human—Testom!

To date, 379 missions completed without a single failure.

Since when had Testom ever needed someone else to teach him how to do things?

A beeping sound rang out. Testom took out a monocle and fastened it over his right eye. A miniature light screen projected outward, filled with flashing audio, video, images, and text files.

Five minutes later, he muttered, "He still dared show himself after taking the Blood Fang Order? Heh..."

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