Nearly thirty armed personnel...
The moment they saw Moro and Hisoka, they raised their submachine guns and rifles, decisively pulling the triggers.
As dense gunfire erupted, countless bullets poured toward Moro and Hisoka.
Holding a pistol in one hand, Moro immediately retreated behind Hisoka.
Hisoka caught Moro's movement from the corner of his eye. Momentarily speechless, he nonetheless mobilized his Nen as he had prepared to use Bungee Gum.
He abruptly spread his arms, stretching out a sheet of translucent pink gum. Then he planted the other side beneath his feet, raising a pink curtain before himself to block the bullets.
The swarm-like bullets struck the pink gummy curtain.
In an instant, their kinetic energy and heat were completely absorbed. They only left sharp trails across the pink gum before coming to a simultaneous halt.
By the time the armed personnel had emptied their magazines, Hisoka's stretched-out gummy curtain was densely covered in bullets.
Seeing the wall of bullets frozen before Hisoka, the armed personnel were stunned. Even their instinctive movements to change magazines froze unconsciously.
At that moment, Hisoka calmly brought his hands together, contracting the pink gum and compressing all the bullets into a single mass.
"This is magic~"
Under the astonished gazes of the armed personnel, Hisoka slowly spread his hands again.
The bullets that had been squeezed into a ball were now neatly arranged across the reopened pink gum, a sight that would have been pure bliss for anyone with obsessive-compulsive tendencies.
Moro watched Hisoka's little performance.
What he saw, however, was not some flashy magic trick, but Hisoka's mastery over his own Nen ability.
That was precisely one of the things Moro lacked most at present.
As he thought this, Moro stared at Hisoka's seemingly defenseless back.
For a brief instant, Killing Intent flashed through