Quanxi didn't even need to reach for the arrows beneath her eyepatch as she would when facing a powerful foe.
Using the power of a Weapon Human against trash of this caliber?
That would be an insult to her title as the 'First Devil Hunter'.
Zheng—!
A clear, crisp ring of a blade—the vibration of metal slicing through the air.
At some point, a simple, ancient-looking short sword had appeared in Quanxi's hand.
In the next second, the tall, cold, silver-haired beauty vanished.
No, she didn't vanish.
She was simply too fast.
In this narrow warehouse corridor, a one-sided slaughter began.
There was no flashy magic, nor any deafening roars.
Only a silver afterimage—a god-like speed that the human eye could barely capture.
Shiu! Shiu! Shiu!
The bald guy didn't even have time to pull the trigger of his shotgun before he felt his vision spin—
He actually saw his own headless corpse slowly collapsing.
Quanxi's figure moved through the crowd like a ghost. With just the swings of her short sword and her transcendent martial arts, she turned the term 'Russian Mafia' into history in just a few short seconds.
Blood splattered against the moldy walls, painting an abstract mural titled 'Carnage'.
"Oh, right, Quanxi-chan... leave some alive for me," Makima's voice reminded her inside her head.
After all, these people were meant to be taken in by Fisk; each one of these lives belonged to Makima.
So, when everything returned to silence.
The short sword in Quanxi's hand didn't have a single drop of blood on it, because the speed of her swing was faster than the spray of blood.
Aside from the few instigators who had been sliced into neat pieces, the remaining dozens of mobsters were now kneeling in pools of blood, trembling so hard they didn't even dare to scream.
Because that peerless white-haired woman stood atop a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, looking down at them with indifference.
Hubby is so handsome.
These were the 'fresh blood bags' the Fisk Group was about to receive... On the other side of the battlefield.
Reze was sitting on a wooden crate, tossing a green grenade in her hand, her legs in black stockings swinging boredly.
She was slacking off—one could even say she was blatantly loafing on the job.
Reze would obviously obey Su Modie's every word, but that didn't mean she was willing to work for Makima.
Her role today was very clear—the supervisor.
As long as Quanxi could finish the job, she couldn't be bothered to lift a finger, using it as a small way to vent her dissatisfaction with Makima.
Quanxi casually flicked her blade and sheathed the short sword at her waist. Her breathing wasn't even disturbed, as if she had just gone for a stroll.
She turned around, her exposed eye looking at the loafing Reze.
"The Soviet Bomb..." Quanxi's voice remained flat, as if she hadn't just killed dozens of people.
Although she had never met Reze, she had heard rumors in that circle about the'Soviet-made Weapon Human'.
She walked up to Reze, fished a pack of cigarettes out of her pocket, put one in her mouth, and lit it with a lighter.
A smoke after the deed is better than being a god.
"Are you also being controlled by that Makima person?" Quanxi looked at Reze, a hint of shared sympathy in her eyes.
In her view, Weapon Humans like them were either treated as tools by governments or as dogs by Makima; it seemed to be an inescapable fate.
"Huh?" Hearing this, Reze stopped tossing the grenade.
She looked up, but felt a secret surge of smugness in her heart.
"Of course not." Reze jumped down from the wooden crate and puffed out her chest.
"I am Modie-chan's avatar. Makima has no right to control me."
"Is that... so?"
Quanxi bit her cigarette filter, frowning slightly as if contemplating the logic behind this.
"Is there any difference?" She pointed at Reze, then at a certain direction in the void. "Is there any essential difference between your relationship with that Su Modie and my relationship with Makima? You both follow orders; you're both weapons without freedom."
That was indeed true.
To an outsider, Su Modie's abilities and Makima's abilities were somewhat similar in nature.
"Hmph, superficial," Reze snorted.
"The difference is huge."
Reze pulled a brand new, warm little card from her bosom and waved it in front of Quanxi. "Here, see what this is?"
It was the New York State Motor Vehicle Driver's License that Natasha had given her earlier.
The photo on it was Reze, and the name column read: Reze.
Quanxi fell silent.
She stared at that small driver's license for a long time without speaking.
Because this was also something she dreamed of.
Of course, she didn't mean the status of a U.S. citizen, but the status of being a human.
The reason Quanxi wanted to assassinate Denji and fight Makima head-on was for the education and human rights of her girlfriend... her girlfriends.
In other words, a legal and safe identity.
Now Reze already had one, and it was given to her by Su Modie.
Both Makima and Su Modie were indeed selfish, but the difference was that Makima's selfishness lay in control and exploitation, while Su Modie's selfishness... lay in protecting her own.
To Makima, no matter how many people she controlled, they were just tools. But Su Modie truly pampered her avatars as if they were herself.
Take the citizenship status, for example.
To Su Modie, this thing was basically useless, but since Reze liked it, she would negotiate terms with S.H.I.E.L.D. for it.
Even if Su Modie were unwilling to give it, Reze would still listen to her.
The difference between these two scenarios couldn't be greater.
Of course, besides these, there were many private bedroom matters that couldn't be told to outsiders. Could... Makima do those?
That's very unlikely!
Although Quanxi was only a temporary summon, her life experience was enough for her to view all of this objectively.
The relaxed and vivid aura emanating from this girl, who was once a 'killing weapon' in the Soviet Union, could not be faked.
"Heh..." Quanxi suddenly let out a light chuckle and shook her head. "A Soviet-made Bomb has actually become a legal U.S. citizen."
"The immigration bureau of this World is truly lenient."
Reze couldn't help but chuckle a few times as well.
"However..." Quanxi rested her finger against her chin, seemingly recalling the image implanted in her mind when she was summoned.
Even though she hadn't seen her in person, she knew what that so-called 'Su Modie' looked like.
"That girl named Su Modie."
A rare look of interest appeared on Quanxi's World-weary face as she gave a fair evaluation: "She's quite cute."
"She's my type."
"...?"
The smile on Reze's face instantly vanished.
Alarm bells rang loudly!
Dammit, you want to snatch her too?
She narrowed her eyes, staring at Quanxi like a cat protecting its food, as if to say—
"What kind of talk is that?"
"I don't like it. Take it back!"
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