A wave of panicked screams erupted in the store.
"You bastard!" Kujo Jotaro roared in anger.
At the same time, the soldiers on the helicopter received their orders.
"Open fire!"
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Bullets poured down like rain, swooping towards Storm like a dark cloud.
Storm took a step back, his body turning into wind, bullets hitting the ground and throwing up columns of dirt; striking cars, they made a clanging noise.
Boom!
A car's fuel tank was hit, resulting in a violent explosion, and a ball of orange and black smoke lit up the surroundings.
"Firearms are ineffective, request ceasefire," the soldier on the helicopter reported through the radio.
"Continue firing."
The soldier quickly turned around, pulling a pistol from his waist.
He pulled the trigger, no response... his palm fell off from his wrist.
Storm caught the gun, aiming it at the soldier.
Bang!
Kicking the soldier's body off the helicopter, he tossed the handgun aside and took a seat at the firing position.
"Target on the helicopter! Target on the helicopter! Requesting instructions!" the pilot screamed frantically, reporting to his superiors.
The players lifted their gaze towards the helicopter.
"Continue firing." Storm said with a smile, aiming the machine gun at Shibuya's cross street... at those ordinary people hiding in the stores.
Bang!
The gun trembled, shrouded in black smoke, burst into flames and bullets flew out of the smoke and red light.
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
Rat-a-tat-tat-tat!
One window after another shattered, the screams of terror even louder than the gunfire!
Shibuya's cross street became a chaotic mess.
"Damn! Save people first!" The players, originally ready to rush the helicopter, one by one, darted out.
Blocking bullets, dragging away the injured, tossing down those who had fallen! They rescued everyone from the dense rain of bullets!
But there were too many, and the foot traffic at Shibuya's crossroad was immense!
The helicopter's propellers spun so fast they left trails of afterimages, and with a powerful thrust, the large and slender body of the helicopter slowly ascended.
"Wait." The Turquoise Pool puppet flew in front of her, blocking her skyward momentum, "Let's see the situation first."
"But—"
"Let these people force his trump card out first. If our puppet is destroyed, we won't have a spare one for a short while, we'll have to take the risk to our lives and enter the fray with our true bodies."
"..." Li Qianxia listened to the screams around her and remembered the year 1880. It was her desire for revenge that put Qing Lan in nearly fatal danger.
As she hesitated,
"This guy!" The golden ripples on Kujo Jotaro's body were like a giant flower blooming amidst the completely dark streets.
She roared, her arms spread wide, as if to embrace the entire night sky.
Her body rapidly diminished, countless threads being drawn from her body and woven into a bowl that hovered below the helicopter.
The bullets fired from the machine gun, following these threads only visible to Stand users, slid towards the bottom of the bowl like water into a funnel.
Thud thud!
The bullets punctured the ground like a pile driver.
Storm remained unfazed, his fingers fluttering through the air, a wisp of wind shot towards the half-bodied Kujo Jotaro like a plucked guitar string.
Li Qianxia's puppet instinctively rushed forward, ready to throw herself at Kujo Jotaro.
Amidst the fierce gunfire, a wind folding fan suddenly appeared in Storm's hand, fanning it while two words jumped from his mouth:
"'Wind Pressure'."
Whoosh!
The gale blown by the Wind Folding Fan turned directly into fuel for the 'Wind Pressure,' as if giant hands made of wind pressed down on everyone in the sky!
The Turquoise Pool puppet was also sent flying, unable to maintain its flight stance.
The wind string effortlessly reached in front of Kujo Jotaro, a streak of blood appeared on her fair face, exposing bone—
"Yare yare daze."
"Time, Stop——"
"Exchange!"
Wooosh!
The world seemed to tremble for a moment, buildings doubled in images.
The gunfire stopped, "Storm" staring at his own hands, his expression filled with disbelief.
"Hahahahahaha!"
On the ground, at the entrance of Shibuya Station, "Kojo Jotaro" laughed uproariously.
The next moment, the laughter abruptly stopped, as if a movie suddenly hit the pause button.
"Kojo Jotaro" slightly bent his right index finger, pointing it at "Storm" who was on the helicopter.
"The look on your face is just like a baseball player who thought he hit a home run but got caught out by me!"
Everyone watched him, confused by the situation.
"Be careful!" 'Storm' complexion changed dramatically, yelling to everyone below, "That guy has swapped bodies with me! My ability is to stop time! For up to five seconds! Since he just got my body, he can only stop it for one or two seconds at most! Also, a Stand's attack range is 2 meters!"
In the empty and dark Shibuya, 'Storm's voice carried far, even echoing eerily back.
Before the people could react,
"I—"
"Storm" had somehow ended up in "Kojo Jotaro's" hand, the latter's fingers grasping the former's neck like rods of steel.
"It is Storm!"
"Ora ora ora ora!"
Bang!
"Storm's" teeth flew out, his eyes rolling back, his muscles contorting as if being smashed by countless iron balls, dead.