"You did it! You really did it!"
The little boy who was always obsessed with the Diver's helmet pushed through the crowd, nervously running up to Ecstasy and asked
"Did you see Martin? Does he really have six hands?"
"No, just two hands, now there's only one left."
Ecstasy took the right-hand prosthetic, judged by the system as a purple item, from his waist and waved it in front of the boy.
This guy's equipment was decent, just the gun was a bit lacking. If he had a tech rifle, he might have been able to deal a fatal blow to Ecstasy. An alloy skull more than a centimeter thick isn't something a small handgun can penetrate, and the internal buffer plug can effectively slow down the impact of bullets.
"Cool!!!"
The little boy's eyes sparkled as he looked at the Divers, and then everything went dark.
It was Ecstasy putting his helmet on the boy's head.
"Alright, go play somewhere else. The upcoming scene is not for a little punk like you to see."
