Pachchchchchchchchchchch.

With a violent crackle of electricity, blue waves of current spread in every direction.

"Kraaaaaaaagh!"

"Aaaaaaaagh!"

The hitmen lying on the ground, linked by the running rainwater, let out agonized screams.

So did the ones holding guns.

Electrocuted by high voltage, they couldn't even speak. Foam poured from their mouths, and their bodies went rigid.

Pa-ba-ba-ba-ba-bak.

On top of that, the power lines running along the street burst, and flames shot up.

As if lightning had struck, merciless.

"N-no way..."

K had fired, but the target was more than fifty meters off, beyond a pistol's range, and the shot missed.

That was what came of carrying a pistol mostly for show.

Just as K tensed to fire a second time, thick, vivid blue masses of electricity suddenly spread in every direction.

And it was over.

Hot smoke pouring off their bodies, the hitmen didn't so much as twitch.

"You... what are you? You're not a ghost, are you?"

K was one step from losing it.

He stood there unharmed in the middle of the waves of electricity.

And now he was looking straight at K.

The look of a man deciding whether you were friend or foe.

"F-friendly! I'm friendly!"

K shouted it in Korean without thinking.

A bad hunch said one wrong move would mean getting beaten up.

That hunch had kept K alive a few times already.

His eyes blazed like a wild beast's.

Whatever he was, he had some kind of incredible power.

He'd smashed hitmen with a wet suit, and now he'd wrecked the gunmen with electric torture.

A psychic? Is that why the NIS...?

K swallowed hard.

This was a bigger game than K had thought.

I'm screwed!

And then K's eyes landed on the near-corpses, smoke curling off them.

They weren't likely to live.

At the same time, it was obvious K's cover as a black agent was blown.

China and Hong Kong were both in on this now.

In an instant, K's future had turned grim.

Tuh-duh-duh-dut.

"Hup!"

The madman came at incredible speed.

The black agent let out a startled gasp.