I charged at the young man. Having lost my gun, the only way I could gain the upper hand was with hand-to-hand combat.
He stepped back, but I paid that no mind and advanced forward, reaching out to grab his arm.
My martial arts repertoire was by and large a collection of throws designed to use the opponents speed against them. Therefore in situations like this where they would not come to me, I had to catch them first.
The man pulled back, almost collapsing on himself, to avoid me. As I stepped forward to grab him, he raised his arm once again. I stopped in my tracks.
Here comes a shock wave!
I dropped flat to the ground and dodged the wave radiating from his arm.
Or rather, I tried to, but the wave hit me anyway.
I snapped backwards and flew up into the air. Every bone in my body screamed with agony. My mind couldnt keep up with the sudden acceleration. It was like I blacked out for a moment.
But yes - I had meant to dodge. So why-
You cant escape my Ability. Its not a shockwave. I can make anyone with my numbers move in whichever - whichever - whichever way I want. So-
Gh?!
My spine groaned. The young man dropped his hand, and I slammed to the ground. It was as if at that very moment, my weight increased ten thousand fold.
Like swatting a bug! he crowed.
As he raised and lowered his arm, I struck the ground again and again. It felt like being hit repeatedly by a train. A bone snapped; my skin tore.
The numbers dropped to 21.
Those numbers are your remaining lifespan! And when they reach zero, youll writhe in agony and die! No one can escape their fate! No one! No one! No one! No one!
My body finally stopped jumping about, but I could no longer lift even a finger. It felt like my muscles were torn to shreds. A hot liquid trickled from my mouth in tandem with my breathing.
Giving up already, Mr. Armed Detective?
The man drew carelessly close to me, but I could not move from where I was pinned to the ground. My joints whined in pain.
Im glad that right from the start, I got to kill you all off one by one. Its too bad that the rookie we framed never brought you all down from the inside. You ended up finding him out, huh?
He stepped forward and kicked my head. Red fireworks danced behind my eyes, yet there was nothing I could do to counter him.
But look on the bright side, he said. If I kill- if I kill you here, and my men take out the rookie upstairs, then the airplane will crash, and everyone will know that it was the Agencys fault. Then Yokohama will be a pretty good place to do our business, dont you think?
What business do you speak of? I asked.
Sorry, but we smuggle the kind of stuff that makes us wary of private organizations like yours. We do a brisk trade buying organs and selling weapons.
Organs for - weapons.
These people were the black market organ trade syndicate!
The Port Mafia served as the vendors for organs, chemical weapons, and criminal personnel. Dealing entirely in illegal products for underhanded organizations, this group was the general trading company of the criminal underworld. They oversaw countless shady operations and formed connections with criminal organizations across the globe.
