Behind rows of fully armed soldiers, a tall, well-built man with a scar on his face walked out from the crowd, the soldiers beside him parting automatically.
It seemed he was the leader of this operation.
"Surrender, and you might just cling to life a little longer!" The Scarred Man's gaze was incredibly sharp as he stared at Kurozawa, his tone calm and unwavering.
However, the fact that his finger never left the trigger of his gun also indicated the unease in his heart.
On the other side, Kurozawa was idly playing with the pellets in his hand, completely unconcerned, only looking at the Scarred Man as he asked, "How did you find me?"
He had been hit by the sneak attack, and his healing ability had already been exposed to everyone, revealing his non-human identity. So, he simply stopped hiding.
However, Kurozawa was very curious about when he had been exposed.
The Scarred Man looked at Kurozawa, his gun pointed directly at Kurozawa's heart.
"Shoeprints, and a few coincidences," he answered briefly.
Originally, the subtle shoeprints found on the heavily damaged wall of the school would have made it difficult to confirm Kurozawa's identity.
But afterward, he coincidentally ran into Furuta, the police officer who had previously visited Kurozawa's home.
During their brief conversation, Furuta mentioned he had met a very interesting person, Kurozawa, and then added that he happened to be a student at that school and had some connection to the previous attack on the Law Enforcement Department.
It was that incident, when the Parasitic Organism had brazenly invaded the law enforcement agency, slaughtering several Law Enforcement Officers, that made the higher-ups fully realize the danger of the Parasitic Organisms.
That very night, the Blade Breakers department was established, specifically to deal with Parasitic Organisms.
After that, the Scarred Man went to Kurozawa's home and found shoes that matched the shoeprints very closely, confirming his identity.
Actually, it wasn't a complete confirmation.
But the Blade Breakers department now had extremely high authority, to the point where they were almost operating under a 'better to kill the wrong person than let one get away' mentality.
Across from him, Kurozawa frowned in thought for a moment, then smiled with understanding.
The shoeprints were perhaps traces left behind during some event that he hadn't cleaned up properly.
But the main reason for his exposure was the word 'coincidence' as the Scarred Man had put it.
However, what was a coincidence in his eyes was, in Kurozawa's view, a sign that he had already attracted the malice of this world.
"Where is my sister?" Kurozawa didn't immediately make a move, instead asking about Kana's situation.
The Scarred Man seemed to want to capture him alive and didn't attack immediately either, hoping Kurozawa would surrender.
However, upon hearing Kurozawa's question, the Scarred Man let out a scoff.
"Your sister? She's a human girl, and she's already been moved to a safe place."
"You're nothing but a monster parasitizing our human race!"
"Stop trying to resist, resistance only leads to death!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding soldiers uniformly raised their guns, aiming them at Kurozawa's human body from a distance.
They didn't know Kurozawa's true identity, only seeing him as a relatively special Parasitic Organism.
Kurozawa looked around, the red spots on his body becoming increasingly dense.
Then, he played with the pellets in his hand, muttering to himself in a low voice, "Twenty-one pellets, not bad power."
Clutching the pellets in his right hand, Kurozawa raised his Left Hand.
*Bang bang bang...* The instant he made a move, a series of dull, thunderous gunshots echoed continuously, causing people within a few kilometers to show shocked expressions.
The sharp tips of normal bullets and the dense, rain-like pellets from shotguns covered Kurozawa in a barrage of gunfire.
Human experts, based on their research into Parasitic Organisms, had already understood their weaknesses.
They had high offensive capabilities, but their physical defense was generally average. A close-range shotgun blast to the torso was enough to destroy their body, a single shot being fatal, though one had to be careful of their death throes.
The firepower directed at Kurozawa, with over thirty people firing simultaneously, showed the full extent of the respect and caution they had for him.
He stood still, unmoving, and in an instant was riddled with holes, layers upon layers of bullet holes covering his body, bloody and mangled, a truly gruesome sight.
The Scarred Man waved his hand, and the sound of gunfire abruptly stopped.
In the lingering smoke, he frowned as he stared at Kurozawa's body, feeling a sense of strangeness in his heart.
A second later, he understood the reason for the strange feeling.
Why was there no blood flowing out?
His pupils contracted, and the Scarred Man waved his hand again, the dense gunfire resuming.
At the same time, Kurozawa's Left Hand moved slightly, followed by twelve Metal Blades shooting up into the sky.
The incredible speed of the slashes, the extremely sharp lethality, no one present could react in time.
However, even if they had reacted, they wouldn't have had any other way to respond. When facing an attack from a Parasitic Organism, dodging was useless; only by continuing to pour out firepower was there a chance of survival.
Streaks of black and red ash appeared, flesh interwoven, bullets being squeezed out of the body one by one, falling to the ground with a clinking sound.
But quickly, a greater metallic frenzy attacked, continuing to strike Kurozawa.
In just a moment, the weight of the bullets in his body was almost equal to the weight of his flesh and blood.
From the indistinct, bloody mess that was no longer human form, a voice full of rage could be heard.
"You don't know your place, you completely disregard me!"
The Metal Blades swept into a blur of afterimages, completely ignoring their own defense, hacking at the soldiers in all directions.
The riot shields set up in front, made of special composite materials, were instantly sliced clean through, completely useless.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Over thirty jets of blood shot into the sky, then fell to the ground pulled by gravity, like a torrential downpour of blood, staining the nearby streets a layer of crimson.
After Kurozawa counterattacked, in just one second, the Blade Breakers department, the New Moon Squad led by the Scarred Man, was almost completely wiped out.
Now, only the Scarred Man, who Kurozawa had deliberately spared, and the distant snipers were still alive.
Whoosh! A high-powered sniper bullet flew from a distant place, piercing the air and hitting Kurozawa squarely in the head.
Bang! The head that had just recovered exploded like a watermelon again, but before the blood and gore could hit the ground, they seemed to be drawn by something in mid-air, gathering back together like young swallows returning to their nest, regenerating in an instant.
Immortal Body! Bang! Bang! Bang! Muffled sounds like thunder echoed in the distance. Kurozawa's body was hit by the high-powered sniper bullets, staggering back and forth, and finally flying backward directly, slamming into a nearby wall.
Across from him, the Scarred Man looked around in a daze.
He saw dismembered limbs everywhere, and all the members of his squad had had their necks severed. He himself was covered in the blood that had sprayed from his teammates.
Immediately after, a look of fear and resentment appeared on his face. He loaded a grenade into the grenade launcher attached to his assault rifle, raised his hand, and fired it at Kurozawa.
Boom! The Metal Blades rose again, slicing through the grenade and erupting in raging flames.
The ensuing shockwave sent the Scarred Man flying, his body burning with pain.
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