"What are you doing stopping here?"
The mercenary sitting in the passenger seat looked at the mercenary in the driver's seat with confusion.
"Heh heh,"
The driver mercenary pushed open the car door, glanced at the tightly closed door of the cake shop by the road and laughed, "See that cake shop? I bought a cake here yesterday. The owner lady, man, she's drop-dead gorgeous."
"You're crazy," the passenger mercenary stared at him in surprise, "We're on a mission!"
The two mercenaries in the back seat also looked cluelessly at the driver mercenary.
"What mission, my ass,"
The driver mercenary looked up at the sky, twisting with purple radiance, "We've most likely been duped by the Captain and that old man, screw it, I'll have my fun first,"
He stepped out of the car, looked at the closed door and fired a shot that shattered the shop's glass door, then shouted with a laugh into the interior, "Owner lady, you've got customers."
Bang bang bang—