Following Sumitomo Mika's pointed finger, Iwasaki and the others glanced to their right rear.
This glance alone was enough to freeze the expressions on their faces.
This included the four armed bodyguards.
Everyone's attention had been focused on 007, causing them to neglect their surroundings. It wasn't that the bodyguards were too lax; the Iwasaki estate's defenses were simply too perfect. It would have been impossible for anyone to approach this place unnoticed under the surveillance of hounds, drones, and various security cameras.
But what if the other party isn't human?
This kind of question would have been laughable in the past, but now, it seemed to have become a reality.
The noonday sun was very bright. It clearly outlined the contour of a head.
DRIP. DRIP. Fresh blood from its neck fell onto the lush green lawn below. The "person," a mere head with no body, floated leisurely through the air, approaching them.
