“Wait, wait a second!” Before Ivan could finish, the call with Lotti was cut.
He still couldn’t accept what Lotti said. When he was trying to contact Yui with his terminal, a squad of automata appeared before him with stun batons. The Prefect he met in the restaurant was leading them.
“Stop, in the name of the New World!” She shouted.
“What have I done!?” Ivan was shocked.
“What have you done? Ask Chief Natasha yourself,” The Prefect ordered the automata. “Get him.”
“No, stop, go away!”
The automata grunts were closing in, and they were now only a few meters away. Scared Ivan reached to his back and pulled out his Plasma Torch at instinct.
“What’s that toy? What you want to do with it?” The Prefect laughed.
“Pulse mode activated, maximum output, charge!” Ivan quickly adjusted his Plasma Torch and pointed at the automata. “I said, stop!”
“Get him now!” The Prefect shouted at the automata.
Ivan raised the Plasma Torch and pulled the trigger at the automata just three meters away. The plasmoid instantly punched a hole in its head, and it dropped dead on the floor.
Ivan was spooked. He had always tweaked his tools for fun, never intending to cause trouble, but now, he had no time to waste. He kept firing and destroyed the rest of the automata.
In the blink of an eye, there was only the Prefect and him. Ivan reluctantly aimed at her.
“Hands on head!” Ivan ordered anxiously.
The Prefect did not comply, she just angrily stared at Ivan.
“I said, hands on head, don’t make me do it!” The anxious Ivan almost screamed.
The Prefect noticed that he was just bluffing, she planned for a bit and cunningly smiled. Ivan knew something was off, but before he could react, the Prefect leaped backward and pulled out the pistol at her waist.
“Dang!” Ivan reactively pulled the trigger and blasted her pistol away.
“Don’t even move!” Ivan hysterically warned her, aiming at her head.
Although her gun was destroyed, the Prefect only got angrier, she’d never faced a defiant civilian before.
“You can’t pull the trigger, coward!” The Prefect reached for the stun baton at her waist.
“Bastard!”
Ivan lowered the Plasma Torch down a bit and pulled the trigger, and a small puff of plasmoid flew out. Before the Prefect could react, it exploded right in front of her and knocked her down. She was not injured at all and Ivan was relieved. They looked at each other for a glimpse, then Ivan retreated into the engine room.
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