Each with Their Own Specialty

Looking at the bead in his hand, Corina felt quite distressed.

"Is this really necessary, Hill? Why don't we just barge in instead of wasting a crystal bead worth 10,000 utility points to obtain the memory of a mere security guard? The puppet is now useless too; we can only dispose it."

"Do you see any signs of a fight here?" asked Hill coldly.

"...No," replied Corina in surprise.

Hill narrowed his eyes and said, "We must come to term with the fact that the woman who defeated Boji is much stronger than us. And yet, even she dared not barge into Cyberdyne head-on. And you want us to do it? You should use your brain a little, Corina."

The 'Filth-Devouring Puppet' had taken a taxi to the beach, and after he sat on a bench there, he trembled violently from top to bottom. When the trembling reached its climax, the blood-red tumour in his head started to beat faster, and then exploded. Blood spilled out of every orifice on his head as he slowly fell into the sea.