Kabukicho, Ni-chome.

Kotaro Motomura sat in his office chair, puffing on a thick cigar. His face, devoid of the confidence he usually showed his subordinates, was marked by worry.

He knew all too well that he was caught up in a struggle among powerful figures, unable to extricate himself.

The Sumitomo Group was a behemoth he couldn't resist. If he refused to cooperate with them, evidence of his crimes would quickly surface at the Metropolitan Police Department. All members of the Motomura group would be captured by the police and charged with severe crimes. As the group leader, he would certainly face life imprisonment, or even the death penalty. Koichiro Motomura did not wish to find himself in that predicament. Therefore, he chose to cooperate with the Sumitomo Group, dutifully remaining here, acting as bait to draw out those whom they sought to capture.

He took a deep puff of his cigar, then exhaled the smoke. Night had fallen. According to information provided by the Sumitomo Group, the opponent would be active at night. This was also when he was most vulnerable. Miguel should have already reached the destination. Koichiro Motomura stared at his phone, timing everything precisely. Once the transaction was complete, he would call to check in. If no one answered, then it was highly likely that something had gone wrong. He had to be ready to react promptly. This was one of the few things Koichiro Motomura could do.

He didn't believe that a person worth the Sumitomo Group's upheaval would be easy to deal with.

Koichiro Motomura looked at the time, picked up the desk phone, and dialed Miguel's number.

BEEP. BEEP.

Each beep struck a chord in Koichiro Motomura's heart. In the end, the call did not connect. His heart sank, but still clinging to a sliver of hope, he dialed again. However, still no one answered. Koichiro Motomura had repeatedly instructed Miguel to never miss his calls. Two missed calls in a row meant something must have certainly gone awry.

Koichiro Motomura dared not delay. He quickly dialed the phone of a subordinate outside his office and whispered, "Get ready! We might have trouble tonight. If they show up, take them out!"

In the large hall outside the office, twenty-one members of the Motomura group gathered. He had even gritted his teeth and spent the money to arm them with guns. Almost none of the members had ever handled or fired a gun before. But that didn't matter. With everyone firing together, they could hit the enemy in such narrow quarters, poor marksmanship notwithstanding. Koichiro Motomura also opened a drawer and took out a pistol fitted with a silencer. He never put his life and fortune in anyone else's hands, especially not the so-called protection promised by the Sumitomo Group—it was completely unreliable!

...

"Something's happening inside. Koichiro has taken out a gun," a voice reported.

From the top of a building 1,300 meters away, Hawkeye captured Koichiro Motomura's movements through his scope.

Mayers, who was originally lying on the couch, suddenly sat up, his face alight with excitement. "Since he's armed and on guard, does that mean Dio is finally about to show up?"

"Possibly," Hawkeye replied and continued to observe the situation in the office.

For him, no matter what kind of enemy it was, even a Superpower User, as long as they appeared within his line of sight, pulling the trigger was all that was needed. Against a sniper beyond one's line of sight, even Superpower Users couldn't possibly react in time.

Mayers sat cross-legged on the couch, making a phone call.

Yuzuki Suzuko asked in surprise, "Are you reporting to your superiors?"

"No, I'm just arranging my estate. If I fail, I don't want that money left in a bank to end up benefiting the government of Japan. I'd rather donate it all to the medical university back home to make a contribution," Mayers answered casually.

Yuzuki Suzuko paused, then immediately said, "Can I resign now?"

Mayers's face showed a look of heartbroken despair. "Curtis, I thought you would always stand by my side."

"Stop kidding around. Why would I ever stand by someone as annoying as you?" Yuzuki Suzuko rolled her eyes. She had been there for the money from the start, never intending to live or die alongside Mayers. She had thought he had a good chance of winning, but the situation now seemed like a gamble with life at stake. She didn't want to take that gamble.

"Fine, then I'll leave my entire estate to you," Mayers said with a sigh of emotion. "Even though you've always disliked me, I actually really liked you, Rin."

Yuzuki Suzuko replied expressionlessly, "Please don't joke around at a time like this. I'm leaving."

"HA HA, you know me so well," Mayers laughed, having thought he could pull off an emotional scene. Unfortunately, even in what could be the last moments of his life, he still couldn't tease Yuzuki Suzuko. What a rational and cold woman. But it was precisely such a woman who was fit for the role of Mayers's assistant.

"Curtis, in work matters, you are the assistant I appreciate the most. Please go. I won't leave you all my estate, but I'll give you half. If I die, I'd trouble you to scatter my ashes over the sea."

"Just make sure your money gets into my account, and we're good," Yuzuki Suzuko responded earnestly, knowing he was sincere.

Aside from his personality, Mayers was generous with salary, never shortchanging her a penny. He was a great boss.

Yuzuki Suzuko left the place.

Suddenly, a voice came through the air, "Is it really okay to let her leave just like that?"

"It's fine. Managing to deceive her into staying up until now was already the limit," Mayers chuckled. He hadn't arranged anything about the inheritance because he knew that if he had made such arrangements, Yuzuki Suzuko would have left immediately. She would never gamble with her life for anyone.

Hidden Wolf said nothing more but deeply despised Yuzuki Suzuko in his heart. Imagine, being in this line of work and still cherishing one's life!

...

DING-DONG.

A doorbell rang out, instantly making the atmosphere inside the house extremely tense. Everyone unconsciously drew the pistols provided by their group leader and disengaged the safety.

"Who is it?" someone yelled.

Another person looked around and said, "Nobody ordered any delivery, did they?"

In such an atmosphere, it was unlikely anyone would feel comfortable enough to order takeaway.

Gazes crisscrossed. They still hadn't decided who should open the door. The person outside couldn't wait.

BANG! A loud crash, and the door was forcefully kicked open.

The people inside were startled and pointed their guns at the tall, powerfully built man who had burst in. His features were sharp and distinctive, as if chiseled from granite, and his clothes—a T-shirt and long pants that looked a size too small—were stretched so tight it seemed they might burst at any larger movement.

"Hi!" a crisp voice announced. "In the name of God, we've come to eliminate you." A Caucasian woman with long, silver-white hair and snow-white eyebrows then swaggered in through the door. If someone had seen *Queen of Arms*, they would definitely recognize the woman in front of them as looking exactly like the protagonist, Colette Hecmedia.

"Have you not realized the situation? So many of us, so many guns pointed at you, and you still dare to talk about eliminating us?" The third-in-command of the Motomura Group stood up, suspecting the sanity of the two people in front of him. All these guns aimed at them, and they still think they can turn the tables? Like this is some kind of action movie! "You don't look too bad. Cooperate and let the boys have some fun, and you might live."

"You truly know nothing at all," Lady muttered, raising both hands forward.

Before their puzzled eyes, her ten fingers suddenly sprouted dark gun barrels.

The third-in-command of the Motomura Group rubbed his eyes, wondering if he was seeing things.

BANG, BANG, BANG! Ten loud gunshots exploded, and the third-in-command took bullets to the chest, immediately falling down. Lady didn't need to pull the trigger or reload magazines; she only needed to aim her barrels at them, and bullets continuously fired out. Though she was Lady, a being transformed from a handgun, at that moment, she exhibited the firepower of a submachine gun.

Aozawa couldn't help but wonder: what kind of presence would another Lady, one transformed from a submachine gun, have?

Several people in the hall were shot; others quickly dropped down, looking for cover.

Aozawa drifted forward, touched the couch, and transformed it into a palm-sized Tsunade.

"WHAT?!"

The three people hiding behind the couch almost popped their eyes out in shock. What the hell was happening?!

Before they could figure it out, bullets from Lady poured down on them, causing bloody blossoms to bloom on their bodies.

"HA HA, I'm going to take you all down!" Lady laughed uproariously.

Aozawa noted that with different transformed items, their personalities also changed somewhat: the grass was gentle, the van taciturn, and Lady (the handgun) was exceptionally arrogant. Her intelligence wasn't low either; she could answer that ten plus ten equals twenty.

As for the reason, I'm not sure. Perhaps it's because the materials used for making firearms are higher grade than those for cars?

Aozawa observed the scene before him. The front wall was riddled with bullet holes. The floor, tables, chairs, bodies... there were no living, breathing people left in the hall.

"HA HA, serves them right!" Lady laughed arrogantly, but she still remembered Aozawa's words and headed for the office.

...

Koichiro Motomura disengaged the safety and held his gun with both hands, aiming at the door. He could hear the noise outside. The soundproofing of this office wasn't good enough to block out the intense gunfire completely. Koichiro Motomura swallowed nervously, watching the doorknob twist.

The next instant, as the door opened, Koichiro Motomura immediately pulled the trigger.

BANG. A bullet hit the chest of the automaton man, puncturing a hole, but not a drop of blood came out.

"You're quite fragile, aren't you?" Lady mocked the automaton man for being all show and no substance, unable to even block a bullet. She emerged from behind the automaton, her index finger still a black barrel, aimed at Koichiro.

He quickly ducked. A BANG sounded next to his ear, and the bullet hit the wall.

"KYA HA HA," Lady let out a raucous laugh. Her remaining nine fingers also sprouted gun barrels, and she kept shooting forward, suppressing him with sheer firepower as she advanced step by step.

"Wrong target. It's the white-haired woman. Should I engage?" Hawkeye reported, having spotted the wrong target and deciding to ask for instructions.

Mayers watched the scene through binoculars and said with a smile, "Shoot."

Once Hawkeye received his command, he no longer hesitated. His finger pulled the trigger.