Liu Shang looked at the Knee-Knocker Puppet with confusion. "It's not that I want to look down on you, it's just that you..."
"Gaga, how dare you say I'm short!" The Knee-Knocker Puppet brandished its little hammer, entering a state of frenzy.
Liu Shang covered his mouth. He hadn't said anything yet!
However, whether he said anything or not made no difference, as the Knee-Knocker Puppet had already set its sights on him.
It couldn't deal with that bird-man, but it couldn't deal with Liu Shang, whose kidneys had been blown out?
Thus, the Knee-Knocker Puppet rapidly approached Liu Shang, who watched in terror. Liu Shang controlled the weak white light orb, trying to stop the puppet's advance, but his resistance was futile.
Finally, the Knee-Knocker Puppet stood before his knees and, with a sinister grin, swung its little wooden hammer.
With a clear bone-cracking sound, Liu Shang's knee was shattered, and then the puppet aimed for Liu Shang's other leg...
Fortunately, the Knee-Knocker Puppet only broke two legs before stopping, not taking its anger out on other limbs.
After finally smashing the knees, the Knee-Knocker Puppet's expression relaxed considerably. If it went out for a breath of fresh air and didn't smash any knees, it would truly resent Wen Wen.
Wen Wen snapped his fingers, and the puppet's body vanished into the air, returning to the containment facility. It was of no further use.
Then, Wen Wen looked at the rapidly recovering angel, scratched his cheek, and grinned maliciously.
With that guy standing still with a huge turtle shell, wasn't it the perfect target?
Wen Wen vanished on the spot, entering the containment facility. When he reappeared, he was carrying a six-barreled machine gun nearly as long as his own body, and behind him was a massive metal box.
It was the Buddha's Gatling, and the Gatling's ammunition box!
Wen Wen aimed the gun at the Radiant Angel, caressing the barrel and saying ecstatically, "Three thousand six hundred rotations per breath, Great Compassion to save the world... This bird-man is hindering your salvation of the world, baby. Let this unscientific thing experience the power of science."
...The Buddha's Gatling, in truth, was also not very scientific.
The Radiant Angel looked at Wen Wen in confusion, unaware of what the metal contraption in his hands was.
As an angel, his last time walking the mortal world was hundreds of years ago. After that, he had been quietly serving as a statue in Spectrum Town.
His understanding of human weaponry was still in the realm of swords, spears, and halberds. For guns, his knowledge stopped at the ornamental handguns carried by the town's peacekeepers.
Of course, Wen Wen wouldn't be kind enough to enlighten him and directly pulled the trigger.
Countless bullets poured out at a terrifying speed, like a metal torrent. The muzzle flashed with blue flames, and the barrels spun so fast they were almost a blur.
Bullets fired at sixty rounds per second, imbued with the power of Buddhist mantras, rained down upon the Radiant Angel's turtle shell.
The indestructible barrier that Liu Shang had spoken of only held for a dozen seconds before being breached by the hail of bullets.
The Radiant Angel's face remained as calm as ever, but his body flew awkwardly into the sky, attempting to outpace the bullets with his speed.
Wen Wen's smile was unstoppable, his lips almost splitting to his ears, a faint trace of drool threatening to fall, his eyes bloodshot, his expression utterly manic.
The feeling of firing the Gatling was so exhilarating, so overwhelming that Wen Wen could barely contain himself.
"Still wearing that poker face at a time like this, are all you angels expressionless?"
"And do you think flying into the sky will help you escape?"
Most heavy weapons would have difficulty hitting such a high-speed moving target, so the Radiant Angel's maneuver was quite reasonable.
But the one using this gun was Wen Wen, and with his unreasonable immense strength, he wielded this giant gun more easily than a pistol.
Furthermore, he had activated the Centaur's 'Precise Shot' ability, coupled with the comprehensive assistance of his data-like abilities, making these bullets achieve unimaginable accuracy.
The Radiant Angel had only dodged for a dozen seconds before accidentally being grazed in the wing by a bullet, causing his movement to falter for a moment.
In that instant, torrents of bullets followed, and he was instantly riddled with holes.
Countless bullets struck the ordinary angel's body, causing him to freeze in mid-air. Wen Wen continued firing for another dozen seconds before stopping.
The Radiant Angel fell from mid-air like a tattered rag.
"Tsk, the temperature of these barrels must be enough to be used as branding irons."
The six barrels, made of special metal, had turned bright red, and the surrounding air was distorted by the heat. If one were to place two potatoes nearby now, they would likely be cooked in a short while.
Wen Wen put away the Gatling and then jumped to the Radiant Angel's side.
The falling angel crashed through a family's cloakroom and lay on the ground, his body riddled with holes. Anyone with trypophobia might have vomited directly upon seeing him.
He was no longer even recognizable as humanoid, just a mass of white flesh covered in bullet holes.
But he was not dead, and was even recovering slowly. With his leaky mouth, he looked at Wen Wen and said, "Blasphemer... heretic..."
Wen Wen raised an eyebrow, picked up a pair of underwear from the ground, and stuffed it into the Radiant Angel's mouth.
"If you can't even speak properly, say less. In my eyes, you angels are no nobler than any other monster. You claim to represent light, yet you do the same things as those monsters."
"This world doesn't need those monsters, and similarly... it doesn't need your kind of light!"
Saying this, black chains slithered out, binding the angel securely, and were then retracted into the containment facility.
The containment facility showed no special treatment to the angel because he was a so-called 'creature of light.' He was merely thrown into cell number two of the Disaster Zone.
"As expected... just another monster."
After a mocking remark, Wen Wen glanced in Liu Shang's direction, then hoisted the Gatling and fired blanks into the empty air for a while, leaving the surrounding area pitted and scarred.
He intended to keep Liu Shang alive to ask him some questions and then hand him over to the Hunter Association to record his statement. This was to prevent Liu Shang from knowing that the Radiant Angel had been captured by him, so Wen Wen had to create the illusion that he had killed the angel.
"Heh heh, once that angel recovers, I'll have one more disaster-class monster I can use."
"Tsk, if I ever can't make a living in the future, I could pose as an angel and freeload at the Glorious Church!"
After a brief daydream, Wen Wen suddenly noticed that the stone ring behind the angel was still on the ground.
"This stone ring, it wasn't part of the angel after all."
Wen Wen picked up the stone ring and suddenly felt a peculiar sensation. The stone ring seemed to act like an amplifier, broadcasting something of his outward!
"This looks like a containment item. This is an unexpected bonus."
Wen Wen narrowed his eyes, put the stone ring into the containment facility, and then was astonished to discover that the stone ring was a disaster-class containment item!
An irrepressible, perverse smile spread across his face: "Hehehe... killing two birds with one stone. This round is not a loss!"