Near the Apocalypse Paradise headquarters.
"Is that an enemy? He's just walking over here in broad daylight?"
"Could he be surrendering?"
The Apocalypse Paradise contractors were all baffled. Half a kilometer away, a Little Fatty wearing biker gear and sporting a pineapple haircut was walking toward them. His hands were tucked into his pockets, and he wore spiked shoes. A small metal pair of scissors dangled from his right ear. The only impression this outfit gave people was that it was bizarre.
A faint smile played across Little Fatty's face. With every step he took, the metal ornaments on his body jingled.
"Shoot him."
The Nameless Saint immediately gave the order when he saw Little Fatty.
Bang!
The dull gunshot rang out. The bullet struck Little Fatty in the face and sank into his flesh.
With a crack, flesh and shattered bone flew everywhere. Nearly half of Little Fatty's head was blown apart.
"Hehe."
Little Fatty's laugh was strange. His hands remained tucked into his pockets as he continued toward the Apocalypse Paradise headquarters with an odd gait.
"This guy..."
For a moment, none of the Apocalypse Paradise contractors dared to attack. It was simply too bizarre. The enemy was walking toward them in broad daylight, and even after half his head had been blown apart, he still did not retaliate.
In an instant, they judged that he was one hundred percent a lunatic from Reincarnation Paradise. There was no mistaking it. Those lunatics had started going crazy again.
Bang, bang, bang...
After several consecutive shots, Little Fatty's body was blown apart, and he "died" on the spot. The scissors hanging from his ear spun several times before stabbing diagonally into the ground and gradually vanishing.
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