Crack!
The sound of bones breaking was exactly the same as when the necks of those three robbers had been snapped earlier.
"AAAAAH!!"
The fat bank owner writhed constantly on the ground, letting out pig-slaughter screams.
"This is only one broken arm, you know?"
Morin smiled. The bodyguard-accountant beneath his other foot lowered his head even further, trembling.
"You still have another arm, two legs, and a third leg."
The smile on Morin's face did not change, and there was no emotion in his eyes.
To the bank owner, he looked like a demon whispering in his ear.
"Do you think you can hold out?"
He also looked up at the hook-nosed man opposite him, whose face had turned livid. "If you can't, you can tell me in time."
"I can send you on your way for free."
Send him on his way...
The bank owner's fat, twisted cheeks trembled incessantly as sweat poured down his face.
This boy wasn't lying. He was serious?!!?
Float Gun
Feeling the pain of his broken arm and the increasing pressure of the other party's foot on his back, the owner could no longer endure it.
He immediately shouted at the top of his lungs:
"Don't kill me!! Whatever you want, just say it! I'll satisfy anything I can!!!"
"Is that so~"
The corners of Morin's lips rose slightly. "I don't care about the dirty dealings you had with those robbers before, but there is one thing I care about."
"You said earlier that you helped those three robbers get identity documents, right?"
"Yes! Yes!"
The bank owner was drenched in sweat and nodded frantically.
"A war broke out in a neighboring country before, and many refugees fled here. The government is currently counting the refugees and plans to issue them identity documents!!" He gritted his teeth and spoke quickly.
"Quite a few refugees died unexpectedly during that time, and their identities can be used by people without identity documents."
"I have relatives in the city government who can get hold of a few slots."
A strained, ugly smile appeared on his face. "Once the slots are issued, it doesn't matter who gets them. No one cares about the real identities of refugees like these."
"I see."
Morin nodded slightly. "I want eight."
"Okay, okay!"
The bank owner agreed without hesitation.
Seeing him agree so readily, his eyes still darting away slightly—
Morin smiled and suddenly looked at the bodyguard-accountant beneath his other foot.
"Can you handle this?"
"I can..."
He did not dare raise his head as he answered softly. After pausing, he added:
"I have all the boss's contact information with the others, and I also have his official seal."
"Good."
Morin nodded lightly, then exerted force beneath his foot without hesitation.
Crack!!
The bank owner's pupils widened as a massive amount of blood spewed from his mouth.
"Sorry, since your subordinate can help me handle this, what use are you?"
Morin shrugged at the bank owner, who was vomiting more and more blood. "Who told you that your cooperation with those three robbers had been so unpleasant?"
"I'm also very worried that you might turn on me afterward and discard me once I've outlived my use!"
As he said that, the bank owner, whose internal organs had been crushed beyond count, tilted his head to one side. The light in his eyes completely faded.
"Bastard!!"
A fierce gust came rushing in. The hook-nosed man's face was extremely ugly, and he was wrapped in intense killing intent.
The aura around his eagle claws danced as they clawed viciously toward Morin's face.
"Is this how you thank me?"
Morin clapped his hands. "No need to thank me. I merely killed the owner to prevent him from turning on you after cooperating with you too. It was just a tiny act of kindness."
"But you don't need to express your gratitude so intensely."
I thank your fucking ass!
If the hook-nosed man had not already mobilized all the aura in his body and focused his entire mind on this strongest strike born of hatred—
He would have sprayed Morin's face with saliva long ago!
The next second, he suddenly saw a pistol appear in Morin's hand.
"My claws can tear apart any bullet. Guns are useless against me!!"
Though he mocked Morin disdainfully, his heart tightened.
The pistol in Morin's hand had appeared out of thin air. He had not taken it from anywhere on his body.
He considered his eyesight fairly sharp, and he could see all of the other party's movements.
Which meant—
"A gun conjured by a Conjuration-type ability?"
He secretly remained on guard. What kind of effect will it have?
As he thought this, Morin decisively pulled the trigger at him.
"No bullet?"
The hook-nosed man, who had remained on high alert, froze.
There was no gunshot, no muzzle flash, and no smoke.
Could this gun be a toy gun?
"This isn't a toy gun."
As if seeing through his doubts, Morin smiled. "It's called the Float Gun."
"Float—"
The hook-nosed man was horrified. He could already feel his body floating upward—and swelling.
At the same time, the Nen gathered in his hands and feet instantly dissipated.
"What did you do to me?!"
He could not help crying out in alarm. Being unable to use Nen had already thrown him into panic.
"Just stay honestly in the air for a while."
Morin smiled and put away the Float Gun.
This was the new gadget he had received from signing in after midnight while rushing here.
Gadget: Float Gun. Effect: A six-shot pistol. Anyone hit by its bullets will not be injured, but their body will swell up and float in the sky like a balloon. If no one grabs the person who was shot, they will remain floating in the air, unable to do anything, until the effect ends. They will automatically return to normal and fall after one hour.
This was one of the pieces of equipment that appeared in Nobita and the Galaxy Super-express, provided aboard the Western Star of Dream Land.
Doraemon later kept it, and in Nobita's Clockwork City Adventure, it became one of Nobita and the others' main weapons against Kumatora Onigoro.
It was precisely thanks to this gun that Nobita earned the title of Gun God and established his heroic cowboy legend as the sheriff of a western town.
Following Morin Really Was Rewarding!
This gun had no offensive power. Its only effect was making people unable to do anything.
That might have been all it amounted to in other worlds, but in the world of Hunter x Hunter—
Being unable to do anything also meant being unable to use Nen.
It forcibly made the opponent enter Zetsu.
With such a function, the Float Gun instantly went from a toy-like pistol to a devastating weapon against Nen users.
As for its actual effect?
Looking at the hook-nosed man floating in the air, his body already swollen as he struggled desperately, made it clear enough. It was incredibly effective!!
"Hah, I originally wanted to have a good fight with that guy, but you interrupted it, Morin!!"
Uvogin walked over, still somewhat unsatisfied.
Although his right hand was still bleeding, it did not stop him from scratching his afro.
"It wasn't easy to run into a Nen user outside, and one who had developed a Nen ability specifically for combat."
"But speaking of which?"
Nobunaga, standing nearby, curiously focused on the Float Gun Morin had held earlier. "Is that one of your new gadgets?"
"Yeah."
Morin nodded. "It's somewhat useful for trapping enemies."
As he spoke, he looked at Uvogin, who was clearly still eager for more. "There'll be plenty of time and places to find good Nen users to fight."
"Heavens Arena, which I mentioned before, is a good option. We can go there later."
"What we need to do now is bring this guy back. The boss happens to want a 'qualified' Nen user to learn about the world and Nen abilities from." As Morin spoke, he pointed at the hook-nosed man. "He's perfect."
"True."
Neither of them had any objections to that.
Thinking of Heavens Arena and the many skilled fighters there, Uvogin excitedly bumped his fists together.
"Should we hand this guy over to Feitan?"
Looking at the swollen man floating in the air, Uvogin grinned. "When it comes to interrogating people, none of us are more suitable than Feitan."
"I hope he can survive it."
Nobunaga had already begun sympathizing with the hook-nosed man.
"Hahaha, if he survives, I hope he can have another round with me."
"Let's hope so."
The two of them spoke in tandem,
Clearly deciding the hook-nosed man's fate.
This made his heart
Sink deeper and deeper into despair.
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