See, in the old world, the man in the suit would put on masks that appeared to look like the person he was hunting to bring to justice. He never told anyone why but there were quite a few theories. Some would say that he would do it as a way of romantic justice, others just thought he was crazy, some thought that he'd done it as a way of showing the crooks there was good in them.

  "The crew comes with me."

  As of that moment, he was the police captain.

  "What on the earth is that?"

  The police opened fire at the man in the suit, but he was fast, so fast that he was able to dodge the bullets and able to move fast enough to disarm them nonlethally.

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  "That's breathtaking."

  "Come on!"

  They ran through the place. It looked like a mall of sorts. There were entire departments that held many different kinds of people as the police station wasn't exactly a police station.

  "Where were you?"

  "I was busy with other things."

  Even as he was placed in another world, he had found time to commit to his strange hobby. Where he was from, the United States, he was considered a wealthy man as his family owned a series of hospitals.

  "Where are we going to go? We can't head back to the hotel!"

  "I beg to differ."

  Burino, who was barely keeping up without Hans grabbing him and tossing him forward every few seconds, had found that this was a good chance for them to hold out and that something weird had happened. Mister Sun was the person that sold them out to the police. Nobody else would've done it. But in the end, it was a test, and they passed.