The chicken robot and the one on treads dove under the table. As the slash should have connected, the insect seemingly disappeared. However, it would be fairly obvious where it ended up, as it firmly planted its foot on the Rider's back, pushing him forward. The Riotroopers and Kuro footsoldiers at the back trained their weapons on him and began firing. A few of the Zeon soldiers, however, made their way to the parking lot. The rest of the mooks began advancing, leaving a clear firing line for the Riotroopers and Kuros. Takahara, an elderly man in full Combatman regalia, pointed to Baron.

"This asshole thinks he can come on OUR turf and start shit! After all the shit Riders do to us, he thinks he can come in to the one place we're safe and take it away from us! Well you know what I say?!"

The mooks shouted in unison: "WHAT?"

"I say we're not putting up with this shit anymore! Not the Riders! Not the incompetent leaders of these new Evil Organizations that keep fucking shit up for all of us!"

"HELL NO!"

"We're going to do things OUR way! We're going to get rid of all who oppose us, and we're going to get shit done!"

"AMEN!"

"And we're starting with this potassium-enriched fuck! Boys... put him through the ringer. We'll shampoo the carpets later."

With that, the Riotroopers, Helghasts, AIM and HYDRA henchmen, Demon Clansmen, and Kuros renewed their assault. The Roidmude doorman joined in the firing squad as well. It wasn't so much an execution at this point as a wall of lasers and bullets headed for Kaito. This time though... they wouldn't stop firing when the transformation broke.