A lot, a shit ton. It was as if they wanted to see his body fly apart. Spilled guts and all. On live tv. It was all too damned real to not be funny, and he stumbled back, from the sheer irony of Japanese guys carrying guns, (big guns) and shooting everything within a four meter radius in his proximity.
The bullets piled up. clinked and rolled off, still slightly hot. 27.
Well, hell to heaven, if the Japanese hadn't read his mind. Total Blade Runner style, retired and wasted. He wasn't all that demanding, but at least finishing the cig-
(closing his eyes and opening his mouth just wide enough for the smoke to pile through and disappear. Within the neon.)