The storm reached out and slipped, stirring up the wind lines.

Pfft!

A man hiding inside a store, secretly peeking outside, had his face slashed open.

A chorus of terrified screams erupted from inside the store.

"You bastard!" Jolyne Kujo roared in anger.

Meanwhile, the soldiers on the helicopter received orders.

"Fire!"

Da da da da!

Bullets rained down like a storm cloud.

The storm retreated a step, its body becoming the wind; bullets struck the ground, sending up columns of mud; when they hit cars, they made clanging noises.

Boom!

A car was hit in the fuel tank, causing a violent explosion. A ball of orange-red fire with black smoke illuminated the surroundings.

"Thermal weapons are ineffective; request a ceasefire," the soldier firing from the helicopter reported via radio.

"Keep firing."

The soldier quickly turned around and drew his pistol from his waist.

Pulling the trigger, nothing happened... The hand fell off the wrist.

Storm caught the gun and pointed it at the soldier.

Bang!

He kicked the soldier's body off the plane, tossed aside his pistol, and sat down at the firing position.

"Target on the helicopter! Target on the helicopter! Requesting instructions!" the pilot shouted frantically, reporting to his superiors.

The players looked up at the helicopter.

"Keep firing." Storm laughed, aiming the machine gun at Shibuya Crossroads... at the ordinary people hiding in the shops.

Peng!

The gun trembled, black smoke billowed from the muzzle, a burst of light erupted, and the bullet flew out from the black smoke and red light.

Da da da da!

Da da da da!

Da da da da!

Glass panes shattered one after another, and screams rose and fell, even louder than the gunshots!

The Shibuya Crossing was in complete chaos.

"Damn it! Save them first!" The players who were originally about to rush towards the helicopter suddenly darted out.

Deflect bullets, pull the wounded away, and throw those who have fallen out! Rescue everyone from the hail of bullets!

But there are too many people; the Shibuya Crossing has too much foot traffic!

The helicopter's rotors moved so fast they left afterimages, and the helicopter's massive, slender fuselage slowly rose into the air under the powerful thrust.

There's no way to leave, we have to take off!

Shibuya Crossing is one of the busiest areas in Tokyo, and tonight, on a Saturday night, there are dense crowds in every direction. The only option is to go up in the sky!

Li Qianxia manipulated the puppet, flipping over and transforming from an acrobatic handstand to an upright position, while her legs bent slightly like a frog's.

Heavenly fire descended, and immense power accumulated in his legs.

"Wait." The Yaochi puppet flew in front of her, blocking her soaring momentum. "Let's see what happens first."

"But--"

"Let these people force him to reveal his trump card first. If our puppet is destroyed and we don't have a spare puppet in a short time, we will have to risk our lives and send our main body into battle."

"..." Li Qianxia listened to the screams around her and recalled that in 1880, because she wanted to take revenge, she had put Qinglan in a dangerous situation that was almost hopeless.

Just as she was hesitating.

"This guy!" The golden ripples on Jolyne Kujo's body resembled giant blooming flowers on the street that had fallen into complete darkness.

She roared and opened her arms as if to embrace the entire night sky.

Her body rapidly shrank, and countless threads were pulled from her body, weaving into a bowl that scooped up beneath the helicopter.

The bullets fired from the machine gun slid down the threads visible only to the Stand users, like water entering a funnel, towards the bottom of the bowl.

Dongdong!

Bullet-driven pile drivers typically drill through the ground.

The storm remained unfazed, flicking the air with its fingers, sending a wisp of wind like a harp string plucked at Jolyne Kujo, who was now missing most of her body.

Li Qianxia's doll instinctively rushed forward, preparing to pounce on Kujo Jolyne.

Amidst the fierce gunfire, Feng Bao, who had somehow acquired a folding fan, fanned himself while uttering two words:

"Wind pressure".

call!

The gust of wind blown by the folding fan became fuel for wind pressure, and it was as if a pair of giant hands formed by the wind were pressing down on everyone in the sky!

The Li Qianxia puppet, possessing only one-third of its original strength, plummeted.

Even the Yaochi doll flew out and couldn't maintain its flight posture.

The gust of wind bounced effortlessly right in front of Jolyne Kujo... A line of blood trickled down her pale face, revealing the bone—

"Yale yaale".

"Time, stop—"

"exchange!"

Buzz!

The world seemed to tremble, and the building appeared as a superimposed image.

The gunfire stopped, and "Storm" looked at his hands with an incredulous expression.

Hahahaha!

On the ground, at the entrance to Shibuya Station, Jotaro Kujo burst into wild laughter.

The laughter suddenly disappeared abruptly, as if a movie had been paused.

Jotaro Kujo slightly bent his right index finger, pointing at "Storm" on the helicopter.

"You look just like a baseball player who thinks he's hit a home run, only to be caught and killed by me!"

Everyone was staring at him, confused about what was going on.

"Watch out!" 'Storm's' expression changed drastically as he shouted to everyone below, "That guy swapped bodies with me! My ability is to stop time! For a maximum of five seconds! He just got my body, so he can only stop time for one or two seconds at most! Also, the Stand's attack range is 2 meters!"

In the vast, dark Shibuya, the sound of the 'storm' carried far, even echoing through the empty space.

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