The large hole that had been blasted open still retained faint traces of red light along its edges—this was caused by the high-energy beam that had burned the area red, even vitrifying the concrete.
The surrounding buildings centered around the broken hole had their glass extensively shattered due to the explosive shockwave, scattering debris everywhere.
Although most of the debris had already fallen, there were still occasional fragments dropping down. With the moonlight being quite pleasant at the moment, the falling shards reflected glints of moonlight as they fell, creating a somewhat beautiful scene.
Such tremendous commotion had attracted what seemed like the entire city's dead bodies.
Though they lacked vision, their hearing was abnormally sharp, drawn by this massive sound.
So one could faintly hear countless dead bodies from all directions shuffling their feet as they converged toward this location.
It wouldn't be long before this place would be swarming with a dense tide of corpses.
However, in such a quiet night, various chaotic sounds were particularly clear.
These sounds came from below the blasted opening, faintly carrying the sounds of gunfire, explosives, and human screams.
Such sounds made Nashida Oriha, who was on top of a building less than two kilometers from the explosion center, swallow nervously.
This was the first time she had felt such intense panic and unease, because what was happening before her eyes was truly somewhat exaggerated.
"Little Hitsugi, can you withstand his artillery fire?"
"Are you an idiot? Do you think my shield is like that captain's vibranium shield from the movies?"
"Then that settles it. I think we should leave immediately."
The unknown visitor wielding such armaments represented a dimensional crushing advantage over them.
Looking at the drone bomb in her hands, which she had confidently modified as a genius technical personnel into what she believed was world-class advanced technology, Nashida Oriha realized that compared to the opponent's equipment, it was like a modern fourth-generation jet fighter going up against a WWII propeller plane—utterly unfair.
So if they didn't run now, once the opponent finished dealing with things and set their sights on them, it would be over.
"Then..."
Hitsugi Sayo was about to tell Oriha to leave first, but as soon as she began speaking, she noticed new movement.
About one kilometer from the explosion center, in an open area, the ground suddenly bulged up and opened a passage. A modified military Humvee came roaring out frantically.
Through her night vision goggles, she saw the person in the driver's seat wearing a ghost-like mask—it was those "Syringe" people.
At the same time, another person in the vehicle emerged from the roof, operating a machine gun mounted on top, aiming at the tunnel entrance behind them.
The next second, as if seeing something, the operator pulled the trigger, and bullets poured madly toward the emerging tunnel entrance.
So Hitsugi Sayo immediately focused her attention there and saw a figure also emerge from the tunnel entrance—it was that person wearing the sci-fi equipment.
Facing the 7.62mm bullets sweeping toward him, he didn't dodge but charged forward directly.
Then, one by one, the bullets didn't hit his body but instead sparked and ricocheted in all directions mid-air.
"This is..."
Suzue Konomi, being a female police officer, was again too astonished to speak normally.
Because the bullets weren't being stopped by some ridiculous force field shield deployed by the opponent's equipment.
"Little Hitsugi, do you think Sister Yuko could do something like this?"
"She could deflect bullets of this rate of fire and caliber. But she couldn't stop such sustained fire—she'd be turned into swiss cheese."
The conversing Hitsugi Sayo and Nashida Oriha fell silent.
Before their eyes, the opponent was purely using a slender blade to directly slash and cut through the incoming machine gun fire.
Every single bullet was split apart.
So, faced with such a scene, the people on the Humvee directly pulled out an RPG.
The next second, the RPG exploded on its own.
Correction—it didn't self-destruct. A beam of light penetrated the launcher tube the instant the trigger was pulled.
This explosion also caused the Humvee to lose control and crash into a wall, coming to a stop.
The two survivors stumbled out and started running.
However, they hadn't run even five meters when several beams of light flashed, and their legs were cleanly severed and left behind. The two should have fallen heavily to the ground due to their forward momentum, but before their bodies could hit the ground, several more light beams flashed, and their bodies fell to the ground like they had shattered, becoming many neatly cut chunks of meat.
"Ugh!"
Nashida Oriha's body instantly stiffened, cold sweat pouring out as if Death's finger had brushed across her spine, sending chills straight to her brain.
At the same time, she immediately released the drone in her hands and quickly raised both hands in surrender, fearing that a moment's delay would turn her into seven or eight chunks of meat as well.
Because a red dot was shining on her body—clearly the opponent's weapon had locked onto her.
Not just her, but Little Hitsugi and that foolish female police officer as well.
"Wait, we're not with the people you were fighting!"
Nashida Oriha hurriedly shouted this explanation.
The opponent then flew over, hovering about two meters away at the edge of the rooftop.
The opponent's gaze suddenly noticed the mask hanging at Little Hitsugi's waist—
"This mask is different from 'Syringe's'—the design is somewhat different. We're really not with them."
Nashida Oriha explained frantically, sweating profusely. She was really going to be killed by Little Hitsugi—this damn mask should have been replaced.
"Are you from Black Label?"
This question made Nashida Oriha fall silent.
The opponent seemed to know about the Black Label organization. But she wasn't sure of the opponent's attitude toward "Black Label."
Enemy?
Or ally?
"When we cooperate, I hope you won't let me disappoint."
Leaving behind such words, the opponent turned and took flight, then streaked away like a meteor, disappearing into the black horizon.
"Phew—"
Nashida Oriha let out a long breath and sat down somewhat weakly.
"Phew—"
Hitsugi Sayo also let out a long breath, and at this moment her entire clothing was soaked with cold sweat.
After such close contact, she truly understood how terrifying this man was.
This terror wasn't the intimidation brought by the armaments the opponent possessed, but the person himself.
He was wrapped in an aura of death—one that couldn't possibly come from harvesting just a few dozen people.
No matter how many people one killed, it seemed impossible to have such an aura.
It was like being wrapped in the aura of death from hell itself, as if he had fought demons and evil spirits in actual hell to acquire such an aura.
So what did the opponent mean by those words?
Cooperation? Cooperating with Black Label?
It was incomprehensible.
Clearly possessing such armaments meant the power behind him was beyond imagination—why would he still need cooperation?
She'd ask Dr. Mochizuki when they returned to base.
For now, she needed to determine what exactly was happening in the underground area the opponent had invaded.
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