The Black Skulls lost their alertness, leaving them in such a good mood that they didn't bother worrying about the implications of laughing at soone who's technically their superior. But that didn't really matter.
The mood has improved significantly, and so they were ready to party. That was all Milo could think about, even as soone ca to stand beside him. He believed her to be one of his henchn, and going by that lush purple hair and voluptuous figure, she was quite the snack.
Milo was sure he would have rembered soone like that, but even as he looked at her face, he found himself recognizing her. It took him several seconds to realize that the reason was the gas mask she was wearing. Of course, he wouldn't recognize soone whose face is hidden.
Still, that was one funny mask she was wearing. It looked like the standard gas mask, but sothing about it was quite hilarious, so much so that Milo couldn't help but laugh. The woman looking down at him wasn't in that pleasant of a mood, though. She hadn't let out as much as a chuckle this entire ti, which wasn't very good.
"Hey, c'mon! Don't be like that! You are ruining the mood!"
Milo tried to stand, but his knees gave up under him. Another burst of laughter shook the warehouse, and he didn't care that much, having started laughing at his silly blunder as well. He must be getting old. Not only did he trip on nothing, but his limbs couldn't muster the strength to push himself up. Just thinking about it caused him to laugh even more, and he couldn't control it anymore.
The woman standing beside him knelt down as a wall. When he turned to check what she was doing, he saw her take out a thin thread, which she then proceeded to wrap around his neck. That was hilarious. Why would she do sothing like that?
Failing to comprehend the reason, Milo continued to cackle. He laughed even as the thread dug into his skin, and he laughed as air failed to reach his lungs. He laughed when his head fell to the ground, too. Everyone laughed, in fact. Everyone other than the masked woman.
Moving away from the sergeant's beheaded body, she moved her gaze across the warehouse and checked on the laughing gangsters. Seeing that no one showed a reaction to what she had just done, she spared Milo's still laughing head, then put away the thread she had used to sever it, taking out a pistol from the holster on her hip.
She walked over to Brando, who had collapsed to his knees as well, and without much fanfare, she pressed the pistol to his temple and pulled the trigger.
BLAM
Another burst of laughter rang through the enclosed space.
BLAM
As Noah's brain splattered on the gray concrete, the gangsters continued to laugh.
BLAM BLAM BLAM
The masked woman moved around unhindered, firing a single bullet at the laughing gangster one at a ti. A rifle would have made her job easier, and even if she sprayed them with bullets, the bastards would have just continued to laugh through it all.
Efficiency didn't seem to be her main concern at the mont, which is why she chose to silence them with a pistol, one bullet at a ti. She would have much preferred to cut their limbs and leave them to bleed what's left of their life out, but there were too many, and she wasn't sure how much ti she had.
Regrettably, what little she had run out just as she pressed the pistol to the head of her twelfth victim. A loud bang drew her attention to the large tal gates at the entrance, and seeing them fly off their hinges, she couldn't help but frown under her mask. Cold air rushed into the room while the warm air filling it quickly flowed out, taking with it the invisible gas that had spread to every corner in the warehouse.
At the entrance, a massive creature retracted the giant arm it had been holding out as if it had just thrown a punch. Going by the odd proportions and the lines dividing its skin, one can easily tell that the gorilla-shaped creature was a cyborg, one loaded with enough bionics to be considered more of a weapon than a human.
Soone erged from behind the goliath soon enough. He was a large man himself, although still within human boundaries. Dressed in an expensive suit and a long black trenchcoat, he stood out like a sore thumb against the backdrop of the old, filthy warehouse.
He walked in with slow, confident steps, stopping a few ters in and turning his head, looking around the warehouse. He clearly didn't find anything amusing in there, seeing as he hadn't started laughing like the others. Eventually, he turned his gaze to the purple-haired.
"The Joker Gas…" he said. "How in the world did you manage to get your hands on it?"
His question was a serious one. Whether their production halted for one reason or another, or they're deed too terrible to be allowed to fall into the wrong hands, so weapons were impossible to find, even in the black market.
There was only one chemical weapon known to cause improvents in mood and uncontrollable laughter as a side effect, with terrible weakness and even death being the main side effects. It was created by the Orvakians during the last war and was supposed to work on most cyborgs, but even those communists found it too terrible to use, and so it was shelved soon after it saw use on the battlefield, becoming a myth only a few had seen before.
Harry narrowed his eyes, having noticed the cylinder hanging by the woman's side. He looked up at her hair next, and the frown on his face deepened.
"I was confused for a mont there, but… There is no mistaking that purple hair." He said. "Guess that demon couldn't do it on his own after all."
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