"You think I've just been playing around these seven days while you've been busy?" These twin pistols were upgraded at great cost by our allies' firepower division. When that big-bearded Mexican boss handed over the finished product, his hands were shaking—these tiny twin guns cost enough to buy half a shopping district. They're not meant for normal humans; an ordinary person firing one shot might not kill the enemy, but they'd probably kill themselves first.
But if you can handle these pistols, a single bullet is enough to blast a thug in the best body armor into flying meat confetti. The bullets travel way faster than sound and need expensive special materials, since the heat from firing and flight would melt regular steel. The Mexican boss shook his head and sighed, saying this was the most inhuman gun he'd ever built.
These silver twin pistols are basically Steelbull City's divine gear, right up there with 'Shuang Wai Wai.' They've earned their own name. As the owner, Jill Young got naming rights. She had zero interest in stealing some artsy name like 'Ebony and Ivory'—those fancy words don't fit these violent bad boys. Jill named them—Volcano.
Jill Young raised her gun and aimed at the Syndicate. Bang—a bullet flew out, and the Syndicate leader watched in horror as his expensive special glass cracked with several spiderweb fractures—this stuff was supposed to withstand rocket blasts!
"Maybe I don't know what traps you've set, but you're a big shot, so more prep is always better." Jill aimed and fired a second shot at the Syndicate; the cracks spread wider, and a bullet even got stuck in the foot-thick glass. "Right now, you've boxed me in the building, thinking I'm a sitting duck, but you don't realize I've already locked down every possible escape route out of Queen's District. My box is bigger than yours."
Bang, third shot, and with a crunch, the special glass was about to collapse. The Syndicate leader panicked, slapped the armrest, and shot up through a glass tube—turns out it's an elevator. "Open fire! Kill everyone!" his scream echoed, and at his order, heavy footsteps thundered as a dozen Mighty Physique brutes appeared on the platform and jumped down with a crash.
Turns out, Mighty Physique isn't just for one person—it's a whole tech.
The firefight kicked off hard. Jill Young's crew knew they couldn't handle those muscle mountains, so they focused on regular enemies. As for those big brutes, Jill flipped her right hand and pulled out a massive weapon from thin air, tossing it to Cake Dog—the only one here who could even use it.
It was that long-lost big gun. After the allies' upgrades, its recoil was still wild but it held way more rounds and shot even faster, with heavier firepower—basically, it's the kind of thing you'd use against armored vehicles in a regular battlefield. Cake Dog caught the gun and unleashed a spray at the muscle mountains. The unique sonic booms from the oversized, super-fast bullets made the scene straight-up inhuman.
"Can you guys handle this?"