"Sir, our bar does not welcome you. Please leave."
In the bar, the atmosphere was tense.
Looking at the motionless Monstrous Figure, two Honeycomb Mercenaries exchanged glances, preparing to subdue this constantly eerie fellow.
"Stop."
However, a clear, even slightly childish voice stopped them in their tracks.
The two looked curiously at the serious-faced, twin-tailed loli, somewhat at a loss.
But luckily, perhaps because their Boss was also a soft Girl, even though Johnny didn't look like a warrior at all, the Honeycomb Mercenaries still heeded her warning.
And Johnny remained serious.
Malorian Arms 3516 Plus, a replica of the 2020 classic model.
The original was Johnny's favorite pistol.
Johnny used it when she stormed Arasaka Tower back then.
Although that last attack nuked Arasaka Tower and killed nearly 500,000 people.
This tragedy, however, gave rise to an unexpected beneficiary: Malorian Arms.
Johnny's signature pistol sold out, forcing Malorian Arms to raise prices several times, yet it was still snatched up by people on the streets.
Although it was a pity she couldn't get her hands on the original gun she used back then, Rogue still managed to get Johnny a strengthened, remastered version of the same model.
But even so, Johnny, holding the familiar firearm, still felt uneasy.
Johnny was a creature of intuition.
When she felt something was wrong, things would always turn out badly.
Never wrong.
The tall Monstrous Figure in front of her gave her a very strange feeling; Johnny wouldn't let these Mercenaries rush forward to their deaths.
"Hands up, and then get out of here, Monstrous Figure!"
She held the gun with both hands, standing on the floor.
Her eyes didn't miss any subtle movement from the Monstrous Figure.
So, when she saw the Monstrous Figure's chilling green eyes look at her and slowly turn its body, she fired without hesitation.
That gaze was filled with killing intent; the opponent was about to make a move.
Bang! Bang!
With two crisp gunshots, all the Honeycomb Mercenaries held their breath, watching the large figure who had been shot.
No, no, the bullets were useless.
There was no sound of bullets bouncing off bulletproof skin, but Johnny just felt something was wrong.
Her intuition had never deceived her.
Liquid trickled down from the mysterious figure's chest; it wasn't even blood, but some kind of light green solution.
Not only was Johnny watching the liquid, but the Monstrous Figure also looked down at its own flowing "blood."
A trembling sound, like a beast's growl, arose.
When the Monstrous Figure looked up again, its exposed eyes were entirely pure green, with no distinction between whites and pupils.
"Ah!!!!"
With a roar, the Monstrous Figure's trench coat fluttered.
It had completely lost control.
"Fire!"
Johnny's eyes widened, and she shouted.
"Da da da da da!!!!"
The next second, a storm of bullets assaulted the Monstrous Figure, riddling its body with dense bullet holes.
But as if impervious to pain, this had no effect on it whatsoever.
It roared, its body suddenly bent down, its fists gripping debris, swinging them like Hammersmiths in a whirlwind.
Tables and chairs by the bar were smashed into pieces, scattering in all directions.
"Cover! Cover!"
"Ah!"
Perhaps not expecting the monster to attack with such force, several Honeycomb Mercenaries who were close by were immediately knocked to the ground by the scattered debris, wailing as they tried to cover their punctured wounds.
"Damn!"
Johnny quickly retreated, narrowly dodging the debris attack.
Even while retreating frantically, the firearm in her hand continuously fired bullets, blooming green flowers on the monster's shoulder.
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