Chapter 37: Coco’s Past
Coco stood tall over all others, his intense gaze scanning the field—the profound purple aura from his armor surrounding him gave an almost divine presence—an embodiment of death.
Captain Barnes had only recently begun harnessing Aura, while Coco had been wielding it for decades. He didn’t just use it—he mastered it. He was a force beyond comprehension with a staggering power point of 67.
"Is that all he has?" Coco whispered, his voice filled with disappointment.
On the third floor, the Rangers stationed beside the President trembled. Their captain had been defeated. The last sliver of hope they clung to was slipping away, and with it, their chances of escape also seemed to be fading.
"Nowadays, the Rangers aren’t much, are they?" Coco sneered,
The President stepped forward, fully aware of the seriousness of the situation. No one remained here who could confront Coco. Resisting would be pointless—his best option was to surrender and wait for his allies to arrive.
"Right... That’s why you kept Ed out of this battle," the President said, his gaze scanning the battlefield. He remained calm despite the chaos surrounding him.
Coco let out a laugh that echoed across the room. He then shook his head, amusement sparkling in his eyes. "I’m saving him for dessert."
The President exhaled slowly, stepping closer to the shattered glass wall, standing beside Coco as they observed the devastation below. "You were always like this, stubborn and..."
"I’m not the same person anymore," Coco said grimly.
Behind them, the remaining Rangers dared not move even an inch. They were afraid of Coco. Even the news helicopter circling above hesitated to get too close, remembering all too well what Coco had done to the last rescue chopper that had attempted to approach.