Black smoke was rising.
A block paddy wagon had stopped, having rammed into the guardrail. But that was only for the front half. The entire body had been ripped apart, so the rear half was rolling in the middle of the highway.
It was the same model used by the Anti-Skill, but its affiliation was different. It was a paddy wagon used by the lower echelons of Group. Through Tsuchimikado's instructions, they were secretly transporting a certain suspect.
"Oww, dammit..."
Emerging from the newly bisected vehicle was a male college student. Management. Alighting on the asphalt while shaking both of his shackled hands, he grimaced at his own stomach. The spot where the bullet had gone through had opened and the blood was once again spreading out, staining over the dark-red stains which had started to dry.
Nevertheless, upon looking at the lad approaching him, he expressed a meek smile.
"Sorry 'bout it. I've blundered."
"Don't mind it, I'm the one who should say that."
The lad had metallic goggles on his face. And no, it was different. It was not just covering his eyes; it was surrounding his entire head just like Saturn's rings. Plugs were inserted into it all around, and countless cables connected them to a machine at his back.
Management held out both his hands at the strangely-dressed lad and,
"Sorry, but can you unlock this? I may not be able to compensate for it, but looking for the keys would be troublesome. And leaving here early might be good for us."
I understand, the lad said, swiftly moving his fingers as if swiping a card.
In that instant, both of Management's hands and head were crushed.
"A, AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!?"
Management, writhing around, looked up at the lad with eyes full of pain and surprise. The lad, gazing at them, simply informed him with almost no change in tone while aiming for Management's vitals.
"Too bad."