John's intuition told him that this guy was very dangerous.
Within the ranks of mercenaries, Iron Scorpion's height was average, but the muscles beneath his tactical vest were quite robust. Half of his nose's skin had been replaced with metal patches, indicating severe corrosive injuries.
John's weapons had been confiscated before entering the facility.
He instinctively reached for the dagger the opponent had dropped, but just as his fingertips were about to touch the handle...
Swish—
The heavy short blade disappeared in front of John.
To be precise, it flew back to Iron Scorpion's hand at extreme speed.
John noticed the prosthetic body in the opponent's palm.
It spanned the entire metacarpal bone, unlike a ballistic coordination processor. Based on the scan results, it should be a so-called "enhancer," used for retrieving throwing knives or rapidly throwing them.
[Detection...]
Black Light's prompt flashed and quickly disappeared.
