THUD!
The figure in the yellow hazmat suit finally collapsed.
The revolver in Park Hong's hand dissipated into a wisp of black smoke. He staggered, his face etched with exhaustion.
That shot had taken a great deal out of him.
Dragging his heavy feet, he approached the body, preparing to bend down and search it.
But his outstretched hand stopped in midair.
Park Hong froze.
"What is this..."
Reflected in his crimson, vertical pupils was a glint of azure blue.
On the back of the young man who had fallen face-down, the hazmat suit had been pierced by the pitch-black bullet... but underneath, there was a layer of gleaming blue crystal that had firmly caught the projectile.
The black bullet was still spinning furiously, but it couldn't drill any deeper, having only managed to create a spiderweb of cracks.
"This guy isn't dead?!"
