The laughter suddenly stopped, and Wildman gave the signal to act, saying to the manager in front of him
"I don't eat beef."
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The manager had no clue what Wildman meant by that.
Nor did he know what the current situation had to do with beef.
But he quickly found out.
The head of the armed clerk exploded, smearing the brand on the shelf behind with brain matter, making the price tags unreadable.
The others around had no idea the three people they surrounded would act so decisively, underestimating their strength.
The three simultaneously unleashed their Sianweistan, drawing handguns with lightning speed, and at level 3 in marksmanship, they blew the heads off a dozen or so people in just two breaths.
Then Wildman made a huge leap, his gorilla arm gathering strength in mid-air, and with one iron punch on the iron skull, bent the head of an automatic machine gun, sparks flying, then grabbed the Type 31 heavy machine gun on top and fired at the other turrets.
