Scarlet Pointer
Perhaps it was retribution for his speeding and disturbing the peace, but Mista has been having a run of bad luck ever since his car was stolen in the afternoon.
But now, facing the whistling bullets, he actually felt a faint sense of luck:
"A gun? Is guns his only means of attack?"
"That kind of thing can't hurt me right now!"
Mista Sex Pistols's Stand ability is to manipulate the trajectory of bullets. Trying to use a pistol in front of him is as ridiculous as showing off your axe skills in front of Guan Yu.
It was wishful thinking on the part of the enemy to think they could wound him with an ordinary pistol.
"No. 2, No. 3!"
Without Mista even needing to give orders, the Stand No. 1, acting as the captain, had already calmly and resolutely taken action:
"Grab that bullet and kick it right into the enemy's eye!"
"Yes!"
The two stand-ins responded and quickly flew to Mista's side, following No.1.
The bullet hurtled through the air, its speed so great that the metal casing had already turned a bright red from friction against the air.
It howled and hissed, stirring up a faint but piercing shriek.
However, the shriek suddenly stopped abruptly.
With a gentle push from its tiny arm, No.1 sent the oncoming bullet flying like a bull easily toyed with by a matador, suddenly turning its horns and charging to the side.
The already positioned No.2 immediately intercepted his teammate's "pass" and, with a powerful shot, kicked the bullet that had already deflected back.
The No.3, poised to fire, lightly tapped the bullet, perfectly correcting its trajectory to aim directly at the enemy's eye socket.
"What?"
Victor seemed to be "dumbfounded" by Mista's abilities.
He just stood there, frozen, letting the bullet, which had turned 180 degrees, hurtle towards his eyes.
However.
The moment the bullet struck Victor's eyeball
Suddenly, an arrow appeared in Victor's eye socket—a bright red, eye-catching road sign arrow.
This red arrow looks like a two-dimensional plane, or a three-dimensional solid.
It clung tightly to Victor's cornea and skin, carrying the bullet that had already touched Victor's body, and suddenly pointed upwards.
Whoosh!
The bullet changed its trajectory, grazing Victor's head and shooting straight into the sky.
Ultimately, it struck the ceiling, slicing a large gash in a thick cable that was completely out of its initial attack direction.
The bullets finally stopped, but Mista and Victor, who had just exchanged blows, both stared wide-eyed:
"Can you make bullets curve?"
"Can you make bullets curve?"
They exclaimed in unison, as if by prior agreement:
"Could it be a Stand of the same type?!"
"Could it be a Stand of the same type?!"
The two stared at each other, and for a moment the atmosphere was strangely harmonious.
But soon...
With his sharp eyes, Victor noticed the six small Stands floating around Mista:
Six stand-ins, each about the size of a bullet.
"Could it be that these were the ones that made the bullets curve just now?"
His pupils contracted, and a thought struck him. He immediately pulled the trigger, firing another bullet at Mista.
"Again?"
Before Mista could even process the shock of discovering that his Stand had the same ability as his own, his six little Stands were already busy serving their rookie master.
They spontaneously formed a defensive formation, completely sealing off the space in front of Mista.
Before the second bullet could reach Mista, it was easily kicked back by the six little guys, one by one.
Then, the same thing that had happened before was repeated.
The bullet struck Victor's throat, a vital spot, but did not cause him the slightest damage.
Because that eerie "red arrow" has reappeared.
The moment the bullet struck his body, the arrowhead suddenly emerged from the throat where Victor had made contact with the bullet.
This time, it pointed straight ahead.
Like a loyal soldier who had heard the general's command, the bullet suddenly changed direction the instant the arrow pointed, returning along its original path and striking Mista once more.
This is slightly different from the capabilities of the Sex Pistols.
Under the control of the Sex Pistols, the bullets are like heavy trains, requiring certain "curving tracks" to change direction.
Under the control of the red arrow, the bullet can make a 180-degree turn in place, ignoring inertia, just like a nimble human.
The former at least showed some respect for "science," while the latter was enough to make Sir Isaac Newton so angry he would slam his fist on the table from his coffin.
Of course, regardless of their mechanism of action, their results appear to be the same at present:
The arrow bounced back, and the little man kicked it back.
The bullet bounced back and forth between Mista and Victor like a ping-pong ball.
Ultimately, the bullet exhausted its kinetic energy and fell to the ground, leaving both sides unharmed.
However, despite not inflicting any effective damage on Mista, Victor already wore a confident smile:
"Ha ha ha ha."
"I see now, your Stand ability is to let those six little guys help you control the bullets."
He curled his lip in disdain:
"Thank goodness I was worried for a while, turns out it's just this kind of useless stand-in!"
"You?!"
Mista instinctively felt angry at her Stands:
"Your only ability is to control bullets with 'arrows,' how is that better than my 'Sex Pistols'!"
"Hehe."
Victor smiled noncommittally, "Just you wait and see."
"With your weak Stand ability, you have no chance of winning against me!"
As he spoke, he unbuttoned his coat, revealing his muscles, and then casually tucked his pistol back into his waistband, clenching his fists and striking a menacing pose.
"Is it going to be a hand-to-hand combat?"
"Indeed. With our Stand abilities, there's no point in using guns anymore."
As Victor drew closer, Mista boldly lowered his revolver.
Perhaps due to his naiveté, he was completely oblivious to the danger, instead brimming with confidence for the battle to come:
"That was your mistake, Victor."
"When it comes to hand-to-hand combat, I've never been afraid of anyone since I was a kid!"
This is not just Mista bragging.
He was strong and tough from a young age, and could easily break rocks with his chest or catch baseball bats on his head.
With such a great physique, even if he doesn't know any professional fighting skills, there are very few people who can beat him in close combat.
So Mista attacked without fear:
"Ha!"
He let out a roar and punched Victor in the face.
But Victor remained unmoved.
He just kept walking slowly forward, letting Mista's Riot Games keep hitting him.
"Ah!!"
A scream echoed through the empty underground parking garage.
However, it was not Victor, who was being attacked, who screamed, but Mista launched the attack.
"How... how is that possible?"
Mista clutched his throbbing Riot Games and staggered back a few steps.
On Victor's body, at the spot he had just touched, a red arrow was sticking out and pointing firmly forward.
"All the force I used to throw it out was bounced back by that arrow!"
Mista's face suddenly turned pale:
"Damn it. I made a mistake."
"This guy's Stand is completely different from mine!"
"Of course they're different."
Victor smiled slightly, his smile brimming with confidence:
"Your Stand ability is merely manipulating the 'direction of bullets.'"
"And my Stand ability is—to manipulate the direction of all external attacks!"
PS: Substitute Panel
Stand name: "Scarlet Pointer"
The original body— Victor Axel
Destructive power: E
Speed: E
Range: E
Endurance: A
Motion precision: A
Growth potential: E
Ability: Appearance is a red arrow attached to the surface of the body.
Simply by touching the skin, the direction of the "external attack" can be changed.