"Damn it, prepare the explosives! Blow this place open!!"
"Switch to real guns?" Jiu Ming stood gloomily behind Haruhi, holding a 'hand cannon' whose barrel alone was a meter long. "I'll handle the recoil for you."
"Forget it. This Regiment Leader isn't some homicidal maniac." Haruhi tossed the emptied Electric Dog aside. "My hands are getting numb. This isn't fun anymore. Let's go."
"Alright." Jiu Ming smiled and took Haruhi's hand.
"AAAAAH!! Fuck, Officer, you screwed me over! Both sides of the bomb are sticky!!!!"
Boom—
The changing room was blasted open, but it was completely empty. It was as though it were making a vile mockery of everyone looking inside.
"...Get them!! You have to catch them!!"
Without another word, the middle-aged man who had waited in vain for so long clutched his still-bleeding head and roared. Goddamn it, what a bunch of useless trash!
Sitting atop the hair salon building, Haruhi looked down at the commotion while examining the photos Jiu Ming had just taken of her on her phone. "This world is really strange. It clearly has firearms, yet it doesn't have things like computers or phones... You even need horse-drawn carriages to travel!? Did they put points into the wrong tech tree?" Worlds with special powers seemed to generally have crooked tech trees, didn't they?
As they quietly watched the disturbance below, members of the security force responsible for maintaining order in the Imperial Capital gathered from all around and completely sealed off the area. It seemed Jiu Ming had offended someone important?
"Ah!! How dare you offend me! Don't you know I'm a distant relative of the Minister!? Catch them, no matter what! Otherwise, you can all go die!!"
"..." Jiu Ming lowered his head and looked at the fool shouting in the street below.