"?!"
Startled, Vulture hurriedly rushed several meters forward before he dared to turn around.
He saw a strange man in a red suit, a yellow tie, and a green mask leaning against the wall, watching him with a teasing look.
"Who are you?"
Vulture's gaze carried a hint of wariness. This guy had appeared out of nowhere; if he hadn't spoken up himself, Vulture probably still wouldn't have known when another person had shown up in the bank.
Reflecting inwardly on his own carelessness, Vulture did not wait for the other party to answer. He raised his gun and fired.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Holding a red bowler hat, Loki exaggeratedly twisted his waist, dodging left and right, his movements outrageously flamboyant.
So flamboyant that he failed to dodge even a single bullet, and every one of them hit him!
Vulture: "."
Loki pulled a bottle of red wine out from behind his butt, gave a "ha," tilted his face up, and glugged it down.
The next moment, large amounts of red wine sprayed out like fountains from the bullet holes left in his body.
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Vulture watched with a face full of shock, feeling as if his entire worldview had shattered all over the floor. The biology he had learned before now seemed like a complete joke!
"Fuck. What the hell are you?!"
"Burp~"
After letting out a satisfied burp, Loki gave a sinister grin and wagged his finger, then pulled a huge iron hammer out of his pants pocket?
Thud.
The hammer struck the ground heavily, leaving a small pit and fully demonstrating its weight.
"My name is Loki. Seeing as you were having so much fun shooting just now, how about it's my turn to play?"
That great hammer clearly looked