There Is No World For ■■ - Chapter 800



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EP.800 Красная звезда (6) (Edited)

***

Despite the hot morning air that followed the modern weapons, Dawn’s head was cold.

The opponent is in the top 10.

He was too powerful a superhuman to fight while wearing the Red Star mask, but he had no intention of losing.

He analyzed Browning’s martial arts with the same coolness as when he dealt with the Manbakbultong or His Excellency.

What exactly is Browning’s martial arts? What on earth was the intention behind creating such a ignorant martial art from a sharpshooter and spatial awareness?

There was no answer. No matter how talented he was at first glance, analyzing martial arts in the midst of the barrage of 10 strong men directly was a test of the limits of his brain.

It wasn’t easy to dodge the missiles flying at me. If it weren’t for the enlightenment I’d accumulated over time, I wouldn’t have been able to even react.

But at the same time, he was becoming more and more accustomed to it. The subtle tremors of mana that occurred as he crossed the space, the sensation he felt through the mist, were telling him how to avoid it.

And at some point, Dawn accelerated towards the Browning, dodging two missiles at the same time. With the distance closed, explosive weapons such as missiles would not be usable.

The moment Dawn, who had made that judgment, quickly approached Browning.

Browning stopped his barrage and fired a single missile.

A missile that is at least 1m taller than Dawn and has shark fin-like wings on its head.

Yeomyeong, who saw the fast-flying missile, suddenly remembered the fighter jet movie he had watched with his older brother Chunshik.

It was a movie about fighter jets fighting each other in close range, and throughout the movie, Chun-sik kept explaining information that Yeo-myeong didn’t really want to know.

For example, something like a proximity priest.

I couldn’t remember the detailed principle, but I clearly remembered the explanation that a missile with a proximity fuse would automatically explode when it entered the blast range, even if it didn’t hit the target.

I couldn’t explain why that memory came to mind when I saw the missile flying in, but… Dawn quickly twisted her body. Beyond simply flying, she stepped on the divine platform and performed the art of flying.

Hoo-hoo! A missile passed by Dawn’s ear, moving as fast as a hawk.

I avoided it. I avoided it… but I couldn’t avoid the bad predictions.

In the moment the missile passed by, Dawn saw the lens attached to the front of the missile moving towards him.

Click. As sharp and precise as a viper spotting its prey.

The moment Dawn reflexively deployed her shield, the missile exploded, mocking her narrow evasion.

!!!!

A huge explosion, incomparable to the missile from earlier. Skin and hair caught in the aftershock melted away, and eardrums were torn to shreds. Shields and all, Dawn crashed down.

I managed to regenerate my body and regain my posture just before I collided with the ground, but my entire body was freezing. It wasn’t even a direct hit, and I was caught in an explosion and that’s all.

‘Is this the same missile that hit Australia?’

Thud- Dawn, who had spat out the blood that had gathered in his mouth, looked up at the rooftop where Browning was. Browning was looking down at him with his finger pointed at him, as if he was saying this.

-I won’t give you any leeway. Just charge in.

Dawn willingly did so. He flew into the sky again and actively wove the spell.

Passus-! Ice spears and ice walls nearly three meters high rose into the air around Dawn.

Although she couldn’t use advanced magic like Somi or Salome, what mattered was her ability to apply it. With countless ices reflecting the sun and sparkling, Browning fired another missile as if to block it.

Flash. A variety of missiles shoot out of the air with a small flash.

For some reason, Dawn could sense Browning’s mana more clearly than before. It felt familiar, perhaps? Dawn couldn’t explain it exactly, but she responded to the sensation.

So, I fired my magic towards the missile. If I can’t avoid it, I have to fight it. As the sky turned into ice, the ice spear that was at the forefront collided with the anti-tank missile.

!!!!

As the explosion blew through the air, a thick wall of ice blocked the air-to-air missile. The proximity fuse recognized the ice wall as an enemy and exploded before it could even hit.

‘Okay, it works.’

Dawn immediately increased the number of ice spears and ice walls. They were large enough to be able to counterattack, beyond interception.

Browning’s reaction to seeing this sight was honest: admiration, amazement, and competitive spirit.

A ferocious smile appeared on the faces of the 10 people experiencing a midlife crisis.

Aren’t you using too much force? The moment Dawn sensed something ominous, the number of missiles raining down doubled.

No, it wasn’t just missiles that multiplied. Browning began to fire a mix of smaller but deadly weapons, including grenades, grenades, rockets, and bullets, in addition to missiles.

What the heck-

Dawn tried to respond, but the rocket was one step faster than he could have. The rocket hit his side straight through, piercing his transformed body and mana and tearing open his stomach.

Keuk- Blood flowed back through the torn intestines, but there was no time to just sit still and regenerate. Yeomyeong immediately changed her response method.

Missiles are intercepted, grenades and grenades are evaded, and bullets are just taken, and the Browning is approached.

It was a common-sense judgment, but Browning’s firepower was beyond that common sense.

!!!!

As anti-tank missiles explode and block your path, bullets rain down from the back of your head. If you dodge the bullets and move through the air, rockets will chase you as if they were waiting, and if you intercept the rockets, another missile will fly in.

A dense air defense network that makes it suffocating just to avoid the explosions right in front of you, let alone approach them.

Dawn thought of the mood of a fly avoiding rainwater, or of Orsay Taboulle rushing to Moscow.

‘You can do this for 30 minutes straight?’

It was a monster in a different sense from the 10 strong fighters I had fought against so far. Seeing the bullets pouring down again, Yeomyeong gritted her teeth and began a sharp turn.

Following him, who left a long trail of smoke, came explosions. At first glance, they resembled fireworks, but there was no joy in them.

Death. Fireworks made solely for death brightened the morning in Apollo City.

If the two men had not been so far away from the civilians, or if the US military had not evacuated the civilians, it would have been enough to traumatize the minds of many citizens.

But neither Dawn nor Browning cared. For two people who were not actors to deceive the world, they needed realism, not mediocre acting.

Of course, Dawn intended to win. If she had been prepared to kill just a moment ago, wasn’t she confident that she could win?

In this situation, losing was not the right way to start for a self-proclaimed secretary. Yeomyeong dodged the incoming rockets and pondered how to respond.

Should we hold out like this for another 30 minutes? Dismissed. It was clear that the US military would arrive before then.

A shootout like that? That was impossible. It was obvious that it would end in a full-on brawl.

Dropping Mantap Mountain? This is… rejected. There is a chance of winning, but it would be no different from revealing that he is the culprit who stole Mantap Mountain.

All that remained was to destroy Browning’s martial arts and then finish him off in close combat.

And finally, Dawn had a clue that could help her crack Browning’s martial arts. It wasn’t just about the launch angle of a missile or the trajectory of a bullet.

Familiarity.

He felt a familiarity with Browning’s martial arts. It was the kind of familiarity you get from someone who uses ‘similar techniques.’

Could it be because both of them had learned spatial perception? No, what I felt now was something much more complicated than that. Yeomyeong thought as she dodged the falling grenade again.

‘There is nothing similar among the martial arts and magic I have learned.’

Then is it divinity? But Browning didn’t even sense the external mana characteristic of divinity. So what remains is…

‘…Inventory?’

It was just a hypothesis, but if there was only one possibility left, Yeomyeong immediately expanded her senses and traced the subspace.

Immediately afterwards, beyond the mana where the missiles were flying out, a strange subspace was felt. A subspace hidden so secretly that only he who had the inventory could detect it… It was a huge subspace that extended out like a river or the branches of an old tree with Browning at its center.

‘This is martial arts?’

Although Jin’s martial arts surpassed common sense, this one was surprisingly similar to Inventory.

Yes, Browning’s true martial arts were nothing but another form of the Inventory, the power of God. At least that’s what Dawn felt. Browning’s attitude up until now was proof of that.

How did Browning, who was not a wizard, have subspace? Because he had martial arts similar to inventory.

Why wasn’t he surprised when he saw Dawn’s inventory? He had something similar himself.

In amazement, Dawn analyzed the invisible subspace surrounding Browning. And was surprised once more.

Unlike the inventory, which was closer to a storage facility, Browning’s subspace was closer to a ‘launcher’. A launcher that gave objects passing through the subspace the logic of a sharpshooter, that is, a guidance function.

Instead, the storage capacity was extremely limited. The sub-space was all that was left, barely enough space to fit one or two Gatling guns, Browning’s primary weapon.

The 30-minute limit is also mentioned, and the actual weapons are probably brought in from a place like a weapons warehouse in reality, not a subspace.

Anyway, at that very moment, Yeomyeong figured out the true nature of martial arts.

pop!

A blind grenade hit him in the thigh, blowing a hole large enough to expose blood and flesh and bone.

He was too focused on martial arts. The evil Dawn responded to the pouring follow-up attacks. She detonated volcanic rocks to block incoming grenades, evaded bullets, and created a wall of ice to block missiles.

But… the missile didn’t explode.

‘A missile without a proximity fuse!’

He realized this too late and tried to throw an ice spear, but the missile went flying straight through the ice wall! It broke through and flew right in front of Yeomyeong’s nose.

‘Plague.’

If this continues, it will be a direct hit. Dawn swung his sword while spinning his entire body. The moment the sparks on the tip of his sword burst out, the volcanic ash exploded.

Kwaaaaang-!!

Explosions collided with each other, spewing fire. I managed to avoid being hit directly, but the aftershock was unavoidable no matter what I did.

!!!!!!

The fire and shock hit my skin, but I didn’t feel any pain. My nerves had all melted away. I couldn’t even guess how badly I was injured.

thud!

Only after I crashed to the ground did my nerves finally come back. My spine was tingling and my whole body was in pain. At least my right arm didn’t hurt… No, when I looked again, my right arm had been completely blown off.

‘It’s been a long time since I’ve had my arm cut off.’

Yeomyeong swallowed a bitter smile and stood up, regenerating his legs. Beyond the haze he had left behind, countless firearms could be seen pouring down on him. It was rain. The rain of death that symbolized modern warfare.

Even with my current physical condition, it seemed difficult to avoid it… but I didn’t feel as hopeless as I did a little while ago.

Knowledge is power, they say? That was right. Dawn looked straight into the subspace beyond the missile and lifted the weapon serum once again.

***

Kwaaaaang-!!

The reporter who had just fled to the US swallowed as he watched the explosion.

I was so excited to be able to film the confrontation between the next Secretary-General, Red Star and Browning, from so close. I felt like I was becoming a respected war correspondent, but at the same time, I was worried that I might get caught up in the fight.

Of course, the worries didn’t last long. From the moment he escaped from the American soldiers, he was determined to die for the truth rather than his life.

He mustered up his courage and slowly approached the battlefield.

His head was pounding from the shock waves and the roar that shook the ground incessantly, but he didn’t stop. He kept going until the camera could capture Browning’s expression.

Finally, he reached the cliff ledge overlooking the underground air force base.

“Stop!”

A girl grabbed him by the back of the neck. The reporter, who suddenly fell on his butt, couldn’t ask what was happening. The debris of the rocket that Red Star had destroyed fell with a thud right where he was standing.

If he hadn’t fallen, he would have died instantly. The reporter swallowed hard and turned his head to see who had pulled him.

“… .”

Not one, but three women who looked younger than his younger sister… Judging from the blurry appearance of their faces, it seemed as if they had been obscured by illusionary magic- No, is this real?

The reporter rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was hallucinating, and when he saw that the girls’ faces did not disappear, he pinched his cheek. It hurt.

This isn’t a dream, is it? Whether he was shocked or not, the blonde woman who seemed to be the leader of the three stepped forward.

“Who are you, filming here?”

A voice with some dignity. The reporter answered reflexively.

“Hi, I’m Benjamin Bacon, a reporter for the Wall Street Journal.”

“Oh, you’re a reporter. I couldn’t recognize you because you didn’t have a bulletproof vest for reporters.”

“I’m a non-regular worker, so I don’t have a bulletproof vest yet…”

It was a sarcastic remark asking why I came to a place like this when I wasn’t even a war correspondent, but I had nothing to say when the other person responded like this.

The blonde girl said with a bitter smile that resembled her lover’s.

“Are you here to get a scoop on how to become a regular employee?”

“I’m not aiming for a full-time job, but… yes, I’m here to get a scoop.”

“Scoop, scoop….”

The girl hesitated for a moment, then exclaimed, “Kwaaang!!” Another missile exploded above her head before she spoke.

“We’ll help you get a scoop. How about getting a little closer?”

“What is that…?”

“All three of us are superhumans. We can help at least one reporter.”

It was such an attractive offer. So attractive that he wondered what the price would be. Benjamin wondered if he was listening to the devil.

“What you want from me is….”

“What do you want? Nothing. Just do as a reporter and tell the world what you filmed today ‘as is’. That’s enough.”

Just upload it as is… without editing. Benjamin asked, gripping the camera tightly without realizing it.

“Okay. I can’t refuse your help without asking for anything in return… But before that, please tell me who you are.”

“Us?”

The blonde girl looked back and forth between the red-haired and blue-haired girls standing behind her, then answered with a deep smile that not even illusion magic could hide.

“The new secretary’s lover… Will this be enough?”

“… .”

Benjamin wasn’t surprised. He had expected it. No, because of the burning spirit of the reporter.

“… After filming is over, can we have a separate interview?”

***

Something is dangerous.

Browning’s instinct warned him.

But nothing had changed. His firepower was overwhelmingly pushing Dawn, and Dawn was still running away, unable to recover from the damage she had suffered from the fall earlier.

Could it be that he was trying to hold out like this for 30 minutes? Considering Jugashvili’s regenerative power, it wasn’t impossible, but dragging out this fight for 30 minutes was no different from defeat.

Above all, the Dawn he knew was not the type of person to use such naive methods.

It was clear that something was being prepared… Browning thought for a moment and recalled the martial arts of the black gin that had just sucked the life out of him. Yes, that would be enough to shake the balance in an instant.

If that’s the case, then it’s time to get out of the martial arts range. Browning opened up the distance even further. The air-to-air missile that made a sound with one shot was a bonus-

At that moment, the direction of Dawn’s flight changed as he saw her moving. Instead of running away from the missile, wasn’t it flying straight towards him?

Did he think that his firepower would be reduced while moving? Browning seemed to be trying to show that he was wrong, as he woven his nets tightly.

The next moment, the subspace moved according to his will. All the weapons in the arsenal connected to his martial arts began to pour out across space towards Dawn.

Large caliber guns, grenades, claymores, rockets, missiles – the endless stream of modern weapons was a spectacle that could not be described as bombing. To be honest, it was the first time in almost a decade that Browning had unleashed such firepower –

“…?”

However, the speed of the dawn did not decrease. It was not due to evasive maneuvers. Browning had even planned out his fireball with that in mind. It would have been impossible to penetrate this fireball from the front without teleporting.

After observing Dawn’s actions for a few seconds, Browning realized what was happening.

His weapons are being intercepted.

It wasn’t at the level of blocking the flying weapons like before. The Ice Spear and Ice Wall of Dawn were waiting in advance, in the place where the weapons came out, before they were even fired.

This is impossible unless you are aware of subspace.

Remembering that Dawn had a similar subspace to his own, Browning immediately realized what had happened.

His martial arts were ruined.

There was no need to question whether it was true or false. The first-class knew how to face the situation with confidence instead of doubting it. Browning took out a spare saber from the subspace.

According to tradition within the US military, a saber made and presented by his subordinates when he was promoted to general.

The moment the specially made saber made of Mana Metal, which resembles the saber used by US Army officers in 1902, draws a horizontal line while absorbing the sharp Mana.

The dawn weapon serum and saber clashed as they approached right in front of my nose.

!!!

The shockwave sent ripples through Browning’s beard, but he paid no attention. As he unleashed a military martial art using traditional saber techniques, Yeomyeong asked.

“Did you know how to use a kendo?”

Dawn knew how to use a bayonet, of course- he swung his sword while muttering the same thing. Browning answered, roughly blocking the sword.

“Do you think you’re the only one who’s ever tried to engage me in close combat?”

“No, but I thought you could use a bayonet.”

“Such archaic techniques were dropped from doctrine after the Elf Wars.”

Yeomyeong swung his sword while muttering, “Old documentaries are not to be trusted.”

Chae-Ang-! Browning had the skill to fight with Yeomyeong. He could probably kill an average superhuman by overwhelming them with mana. However, Yeomyeong was a warrior who had fought against the representative swordsmen of the era.

If they had fought using only pure swordsmanship, Browning’s arm would have been cut off before they could even swing their swords a few times.

But Browning didn’t just use his sword. Between his simple saber swings, bullets rained down through subspace.

Specially coated shotguns and large-caliber bullets commonly called magnums. Dawn continued to pressure Browning, dodging the bullets and sometimes just taking them.

As they were pushed back to within a few steps of the rooftop railing, Browning said:

“Are you planning to cut off my arm too?”

Dawn tried hard to hide her stinging expression. Browning shook his head as if he had expected that, and swung his saber.

“You, that’s a disease. I know it because my comrades have similar symptoms. You should go to a psychiatrist and get treatment later. Do you understand?”

“… .”

“And… hmm, I hate to admit it, but… I lost.”

“yes?”

“You don’t have to pretend not to know. I already realized that you are stronger than me. If we had fought from about 10 kilometers away, it would have been worth a try… You haven’t used Juwayez yet, have you?”

Dawn answered, hiding the information about the Alpha Beam.

“You didn’t use incendiary bombs to burn down the city, did you, Lieutenant General?”

“Are that and this the same?”

“They are the same in that they care about civilian casualties.”

“… Huh, you’re going to punish the civilians after leaving the city in this state?”

Dawn answered, glancing at the horizon whose height had changed.

“As for the building, that’s the insurance company’s responsibility. The railway and the outskirts roads are still intact.”

“… .”

Browning looked at Dawn as if to ask if she was talking, then swung his saber defensively and said.

“Okay, let’s move on from this story. If we lose here, the broadcast angle won’t be good.”

“… .”

“I didn’t ask you to do it. If you lose, you have to lose with style.”

Immediately afterwards, a huge shock wave rose from the building below. It was the sound of something exploding inside the building.

… this guy is real.

While Dawn panicked as she felt the building tilting, Browning held on to the collapsing rooftop railing and spoke.

“Hold on tight.”

“I can fly.”

As Dawn refuted, Browning pulled out his pistol from subspace.

“Catch it. Your drawing is better.”

“… .”

Dawn silently grabbed onto the tilting rooftop railing. Of course, that didn’t mean he didn’t shoot.

bang!

***

Whatever the mood of Dawn and Browning, the mood in the city was grim.

Because the explosions that lit up the sky and the roar that shook the earth were all real.

And Corvus’s anger was real, too. From the moment she heard that the nuclear weapons had been approved, she had been furious.

If the poison and the Duke, who arrived late, had not stopped her, she would have run to Browning and punched a hole in his head.

But unfortunately, as the fight between Dawn and Browning intensified, her patience also began to wear thin.

-I told you, we’re not fighting seriously.

The Duke said so again, but Corvus’ expression only grew more fierce.

“You can say that after seeing that explosion?”

-Your disciple won’t die from something like that.

“If you get hit directly and your brain gets burned, you’ll die.”

-Are you sure?

“Probably so. More importantly, are you saying that it’s okay to get hit by a missile as long as you don’t die? Just like you wouldn’t die if you got shot in the head?”

Corvus looked down at the unconscious Delta Force and said. Instead of saying that only your disciple will not die, Duke just sighed.

-Browning is your comrade who captured the Ayatollah along with your disciple. And your disciple also saved that guy’s daughter… If you don’t trust me or Browning, trust your disciple.

“The disciple’s last radio message only said that they would fight one-on-one. There was no mention of acting.”

-That’s it.

Hap! Corvus smacked his lips instead of his beak. It was proof that his anger had reached a critical point. Dokhwa, who was next to him, joined the conversation with a tired expression.

“Seeker of the Crossroads, Browning is not the kind of person to hit the back of the head with something like this… why don’t you just wait?”

“How can you be sure of that?”

“Browning was not a loyal soldier who would simply follow orders from his superiors. There were times when he was like that… Regrets don’t change a man.”

“… .”

“At least I’m sure he’s not the type of guy who would nuke his daughter’s benefactor for the sake of an unpopular president who doesn’t have much time left in office. So just hold back a little and wait.”

It was a tone that seemed to know a lot about Browning. Corvus didn’t ask how you, a Dzhugashvili, knew that. At that moment, Dawn and Browning entered into close combat.

The Duke groaned as he watched the melee unfold beyond the broken wall.

-Browning didn’t see it… How did you do it?

Surprisingly, it was Dokhwa who answered his question.

“You’ve ruined Browning’s martial arts… 10 martial arts in such a short time…”

-Destruction? Is there anything called destruction in a technique that shoots across space?

“Browning’s True Martial Arts, which is the original of True Strike, is much better. The official martial arts used by Delta Force are also great, but… they are just a degraded version that has only the shooting function removed from the original.”

-For someone like Juga Civil, you know a lot about the US military?

“You also know that you are Alpha 2 of the early special forces, Lieutenant Colonel Duke.”

-… .

How about the Reds? Whether Duke was openly frowning or not, Dokhwa paid no attention and watched the battle between Dawn and Browning.

“If you believe me, just wait a little longer. If we enter into close combat like this… we will soon see Browning lose naturally.”

Corvus watched the fight between the two with his arms folded as if he was just waiting to see where it went. And after a while, Browning, pushed by the Sword of Dawn, was truly pushed to the brink of defeat.

The moment when Dokhwa looked at Corvus and the Duke with an expression that said, “Are you sure what I’m saying is right?”

In the center of the building where the two men were fighting, a bang! Flames burst out. It was the signal for a missile to explode inside.

The situation behind it was indescribable. The leaning building, Browning and Dawn holding onto the rooftop railing, and Browning shooting a pistol at Dawn.

Corvus glared at Dokhwa with cold eyes. Dokhwa glanced at the poor Jugashvili, as if he had nothing to say…

-What the heck.

At that moment, the Duke swore.

-That building is falling over here!

Not only the Jugashvili, but even Corvus was startled. As the Duke had said, the leaning building was plummeting straight down towards the ruins where they were.

“Everyone evacuate!!”

Without anyone saying anything, everyone gathered there started to run away. Dzhugashvili, Duke, Dokhwa, and Corvus, who had lost their lives – only Lieutenant Colonel Duke was left to take care of the unconscious Delta Force.

Just after the group running like that barely escaped the building’s range.

!!!!!

The building crashed to the ground with a tremendous noise. Debris from the collapsed rooftop rained down where the group had been standing moments ago.

As the thick dust behind him obscured his eyes from the shock, Corvus changed direction and jumped into the debris.

“Disciple! Are you okay?!”

As if her longing heart had been touched, a coughing sound returned through the dust of the ruins. Startled, Corvus used wind magic to push away the dust and approached the place where the coughing had come from.

But what greeted her was not dawn, but Browning covered in dust.

“Kolok, you came at just the right time. Don’t just sit there and watch- bang!”

As Browning was saying something, Corvus’s fist struck him in the face. It wasn’t enough to knock out the ten-year-old, but it was enough to burst his lip.

“Where is my disciple?”

Browning answered, rubbing his torn lips.

“It flew into the air at just the right moment. Damn, I told you we had to fall together.”

Flew away? The moment Corvus raised his head, a voice of dawn was heard from the sky.

“You didn’t say to hit the ground.”

“Do you really have to misinterpret the words like that?”

“It’s better to misunderstand than to fall together.”

“Wow, you don’t lose a word. You’re just like my daughter.”

While Browning was grumbling and Corvus was approaching the landing dawn, Duke, who had been avoiding the spot, ran over.

-Hmm… Am I weird? The atmosphere is too good considering the nuclear weapons permit was issued.

It was a half-joke and half-study of the situation. But Duke’s words failed in both purposes. Browning and Yeomyeong’s expressions hardened at the same time.

“nuclear?”

Even Browning reacted as if he was hearing it for the first time. Duke asked back, just in case.

-… Didn’t you hear the confidential order?

Browning then pulled out the communicator from the subspace. It was half-broken and cracked, and contained three confidential commands that could only be unlocked with Browning’s fingerprints.

Browning, who had confirmed the confidential order, let out a hot, vain laugh.

“Permission to use Davy Crockett… The President is seriously crazy.”

Then, Yeomyeong, who knew the name of the infantry nuclear weapon, asked back.

“Davy Crockett? Can you shoot that too?”

“I can shoot once I get permission… I just got permission.”

“… .”

It really is a strategic weapon. Yeomyeong furrowed her brows as she recalled the power of the infantry nuclear weapons she had seen in nuclear weapons documentaries.

Anyway, let’s have a quick chat with Corvus to check on Dawn’s condition and tell him that she’s fine and that there’s no need to worry.

Dawn asked Browning, who had just gotten up from his seat.

“Anyway, it went down just as Browning wanted. What are you going to do now?”

“Originally, I was going to end it with you grabbing me and lifting me into the air, then throwing me down… but a better picture came to mind.”

“…a better picture?”

Browning replied with a crackle, shattering the communicator.

“You, don’t you want to become the second Count?”