What the Hell Was That?!

Gunfire rang through the casino floor without pause.

The commotion drew most of the casino's security guards toward it.

"What... what is that?!"

"Find cover!"

"No! It's going right through—ah!"

The security guards rushing toward the gunfire were torn apart by a hail of block-shaped Nen Bullets before they could even make sense of the scene.

The well-trained guards used card tables and gaming machines as makeshift cover, but against those absurdly powerful Nen Bullets, every measure they took was useless.

The makeshift barriers might as well have been paper. The Nen Bullets ripped through them in an instant.

The guards who tried to return fire from behind cover were killed too.

The last image burned into their eyes was a hulking man holding both arms straight out.

The "bullets" that had taken their lives came from his fingers.

The man cutting down everyone on the casino floor was Franklin.

His ability was the Emitter technique Double Machine Gun. He had modified the fingers on both hands into gun barrels and fired block-shaped Nen Bullets from all ten.

Normally, an Emitter could fire Nen Bullets without modifying their fingers.

But Franklin thought the modification would make them more powerful, so he had gone to the trouble of cutting off his fingers to alter them.

And it had worked. His Nen Bullets were vastly more powerful; even when fired in a continuous spray, each scattered shot hit far harder than a conventional firearm.

Ordinary people had no way to fight back against that kind of firepower.

The guards arriving one after another were simply lining themselves up for Franklin to kill.

"Whew."

Watching Franklin slaughter his way through the room, Rice whistled, then smiled and moved away from him.

With a human machine gun here, most of the security forces would