Thunder City, suburbs, restaurants.

Yaslan Khalifa picked up the hot sandwich, opened his mouth and took a bite. Crispy tooth marks on slices of whole-wheat bread, peanut butter and gravy and butter spread out on the tongue.

He took two bites, frowned, and raised his eyes.

As far as he could see, the people in the entire restaurant trembled, and they all lowered their heads for fear of being noticed by him.

But Aslan didn't give them a second look. His gaze shifted to the trembling waiter's face behind the counter: "I said I wanted Thunder brand peanut butter, but this one is obviously not." ”

"Sorry sir......" the waiter said in a tone that almost cried, "but my Thunder brand peanut butter has been sold out today......

"Really? That's too bad. Aslan shook his head, "Then it looks like you're running out of lives." ”

He directly raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

A shuttle of bullets swept out, and the poor waiter was suddenly beaten into a sieve. Blood splattered in the dining room, wood shards flew from the tabletop, and windows were blown into countless pieces with a continuous clatter.

The magazine was emptied in an instant, and there was a mechanical clicking sound in the chamber of the gun. Aslan shook his hot firearm, tossed it aside, picked up the drink he had and took a sip.

There was no more than half a living person in the entire restaurant.

He sat in a mess of diners, calmly continuing to solve his sandwich among the corpses as if he had just done a trivial thing that didn't matter.

"You could have saved ammo."

A voice rang out next to him. The phantom, whom he called "Destruction", appeared out of thin air, standing in a pool of blood, coldly sweeping over the corpses everywhere.

"I can do it all, I just need your thoughts." Phantom said.

"I know." Aslan continued to eat the sandwich, "I'm just more used to doing it myself. The kind of bullets you shoot that go through the flesh, the kind of feedback that watches them tear apart and spew blood...... You're going to spoil that pleasure. ”

"It's just that you haven't gotten used to it yet." The Phantom said, "We're already alone. ”

"Perhaps." Aslan snorted, ate the sandwich, and sucked the remaining juice from his fingers.

Doom Reminder: "You're making a bit of a noise, and someone might be coming soon." ”

"Hmph, I wish I had."

Having said that, he got up and walked out of the restaurant, not seemingly intending to confront his pursuers for the time being.

He was eager to destroy and fight, but not here. He seeks exposure and loves the way his masterpieces are admired. Waging war with his pursuers in such a small, inconspicuous place would not only disadvantage him, but would not satisfy his needs.

On the other hand, he also felt that he needed some time to get used to it.

There was a huge change in his body, a change that even he couldn't adapt to immediately. It took him time to understand the change, to get in touch with the phantom in his body, and how to use his ability to adapt to it.

But no matter what, Aslan felt that he had never felt so wonderful in his life. It's as if this is his innate power, and he is becoming the person he was destined to be, only now that he is just waking up from a dream.

Several thoughts had already crossed his mind, some rudiments of a plan. Now that he has been given a new lease of life, he naturally has to make a distance from his outdated self. He had to do better than he had ever done before, brewing an even bigger feast, leaving a mark that the city and the world would never forget, and completing the most outstanding work of his life.

He just hadn't figured out exactly what to do.

As soon as he went out, Yaslan saw a black sedan parked on the side of the road. The window rolled down, and inside sat a well-dressed man, waving to him.

"Mr. Khalifa." The man smiled, "I just saw you eating, so I didn't bother." But if you can take the time out of your busy schedule to talk to me, I'm sure it will all be good for us. ”

"Oh?" Aslan stopped and became a little interested, "Want to talk?" And me? ”

"Maybe it's a trap." Reminder of Destruction.

"Heh, that's better. Say it like I care. ”

Aslan snorted, strode forward, and got into the car. The doors closed and the sedan quickly drove out of the street.

"My name is Naoya Iwanaga." The man smiled and introduced himself, "We've never met yet, but I've admired the name for a long time......"

But he was halfway through when Aslan interrupted him.

"I know you, Sojitz CEO." Aslan said with a blank face, "I watch the news. ”

"You know me, ha, that's easy to say." He Iwanaga narrowed his eyes, "I came to you to make a deal. ”

Aslan let out a muffled, nasal voice.

"You should have no shortage of better business partners than me."

"In this matter? No, you're the best choice, because you're the only one who is a professional. "I know you, I've seen your file...... Ah, I mean, I've admired your masterpiece. Your work is impressive and has never been compared.

I know you're after killing and destroying, and you need attention, you need people to know that you did it. And I just need you to do what you do best, and it should be a good deal for you, because that should be your plan.

The difference is that I'll pay you a large sum of money, which may be many times more than the total you've grabbed in the past. And I will also arrange a perfect escape route for you, prepare a vehicle, and change your fake identity so that you have a chance to escape. ”

Iwanaga paused and chuckled, "That should be pretty good for you, right?" I've seen your previous work, and every time you move cleanly, and always as eye-catching as possible. But getting out of the plan isn't your forte, and I can help you with that. ”

As he spoke, he tried to read something in the madman's eyes. But it's a pity that he can only see the black abyss, and there is nothing in it.

"Conditions?" Aslan said dryly, "You can't pay for nothing. ”

"Of course, but it's a complete gesture for you." Naoya Iwanaga smiled and said, "My condition is that you need to use the weapons we provide, some special equipment.

I promise it'll be better and better than the gear you can get. ”

As he spoke, the assistant in the front seat had already handed over a small box. Naoya Iwanaga opened the box and saw a special pistol lying quietly inside.

A model that has never been seen before on the market, a custom firearm. Aslan picked it up and examined it, and soon noticed something unusual about it.

On the back of the gun is a logo with the label "Stark" written on it.

Aslan raised an eyebrow: "Stark...... One of your competitors? ”

"Ha, it looks like you don't watch the news very often." Naoya Iwanaga smiled, "This guy's name will be everywhere, and it's not easy to ignore it if you live on this planet." ”

"It's been a bit busy these two days." Yaslan leaned back in his chair and said lazily, "You know, first the death penalty, then this one, almost never stopped.

There's not much time to focus on big things. Give me a science popularization of who this guy is? ”

"A guy who is beyond the scope of a competitor is a natural enemy that we all have to condemn." Naoya Iwanaga said indifferently, "That madman in armor broke the rules of the game and tried to overturn the table and eat the whole cake himself.

He's suppressing our space and taking away what belongs to us. If he thinks we're completely helpless, he's very wrong.

Yes, he never made a firearm, but that doesn't matter. As soon as someone goes on a killing spree with a dozen weapons – a weapon with his name on it, doubts arise.

There are many people who don't care if things are true or not, and many people are already resentful of him, and this is just an opportunity.

You are only responsible for doing a good job of the fuse, fanning the flames, and we have our own professional team to deal with it. ”

"I see."

Yaslan Khalifa squeezed out a smile.

"You want to buy an explosive negative PR campaign."

He is trying to mobilize public opinion to put pressure on competitors, and he is so old-fashioned that he will lose his teeth, but this time the method is even more outrageous.

"So, your reply?" Naoya Iwanaga asked.

"Yes."

Aslan took the special pistol in his hand and looked around.

"As long as the money is in place."