At close range, he gently held his right hand out toward them. 32, 30, 10. As if he were striking the flint in a lighter, small numbers scattered from his hand.

His fingers took a familiar form.

He clenched a fist and then stuck out his thumb and forefinger.

In other words…

(…A handgun…?)

Just as Kamijou thought that, the world was filled with horrific destructive power.

The handcuff chain beast in the way was torn to pieces and blown away as “something” flew toward them. Whatever-it-was flew far too fast for the human eye to follow. Just like wheat swaying as the invisible wind blew through, its presence was only just barely apparent thanks to the destroyed beast.

Toaru Majutsu no Index New Testament vol.18 ch.2 pt.5