Restraining the Chrome Monster

The transparent Cutting Wire stretched long and wrapped around the Chrome Monster’s thick neck. Sparks flew, and from the underground, a

Beep, beep―

warning sound rang out.

If one believed the Chrome Monster could be dealt with with just this, it was a miscalculation. Even the usually effective Monowire only managed to temporarily restrain Rodrick Smith’s movements.

But that much was enough.

Whoosh.

The vicious steel grip that had surged forward as if to grab and crush my face hesitated, as if blocked by an invisible wall.

It truly was a hair’s breadth. Had it been even a little later, the cyberarm of the Chrome Monster, enraged by my mockery, would have grabbed me and crushed me into a handful of bloody pulp.

In the blink of an eye, he was right in front of me. It was a speed difficult to react to when letting down my guard, even with the microchip turned on.

Fortunately, Kali Haywood stepped in right on time, just as planned...