A Flight 2,500 Kilometers Away

On the light screen of the Sky Communicator, a government Spokesperson was delivering an impassioned speech.

"The military has eliminated the culprit behind the bombing. In order to give the public an explanation, we have decided not to censor the footage of the criminal's death in any way. The Federation government's resolve in dealing with extremist organizations will never waver under any circumstances! ..."

As the Spokesperson spoke, an image appeared beside him. A corpse with its head pierced through by a Three-Pronged Military Spike lay quietly atop concrete rubble. Its body was riddled with wounds, and one of its arms had been severed.

Those lifeless artificial eyes remained open, as though they still could not believe it.

Byron Ernes's thick fingers continued to swipe across the light screen as he clicked his tongue in admiration.

"You really died, huh? Hahahaha. If I complete the mission... with Morris's assets added to yours, I'll get 40%. Now that's a truly worthwhile deal."

But as he laughed, Byron Ernes's gaze gradually turned cold. His pupils narrowed into two strange orange slits.

"How could this have been done by the military... Someone used a Three-Pronged Military Spike to pierce the artificial skull and nail it into the concrete. And all these wounds across the body were clearly inflicted by the same person."

"How could the explosion Testom created have given you people such an opportunity..."

"Kid with the Blood Fang, we all underestimated you."

After watching for a while, Byron Ernes snapped shut the Sky Communicator in one hand and touched the round metal Sky Communicator hanging from his chest with the other.

"Though I've long had my eye on your things, and though a Mechanically Modified Human like you had no use for so much money, I'll still stand up for you.