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Firearms

(Rat-a-tat-tat!!)

Shooting targets with assault rifles

(Rat-tat-tat-tat-tat!!)

Shooting targets with a machine gun with insane firing speed

(Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!)

Shooting targets with dual pistols

(Brrrrrrr!)

“Hmm, I like this.”

While shooting with various firearms such as machine guns and pistols, Asa was deeply lost in thought.

(Clank)

“Hey, can I get a mini-gun?”

As I fired the bullets like crazy, the owner opened the door and asked,

“No, it’s okay.”

“Just support the coastal base, there are a lot of moving targets there.”

“Why are you going there?”

“I’m from there.”

“So why are you going?”

“This guy is ignoring the soldier.”

“So, do you get a pension?”

“…Damn.”

The owner of this firearm shop, Mr. Gary, is a retired soldier with one leg amputated. Since the country didn’t take responsibility for his life after retirement, he operates this firearm shop.

In any world, the treatment of soldiers, especially the post-traumatic stress disorder that comes with it, seems to be bad.

“Oh, we’ve got some good weapons in, want to see?”

“Yes, please.”

“Follow me.”

I followed Mr. Gary down to the basement of the shop.

(Click, click, click, click, click)

Then, he entered the secret code on the thick steel door and led me into the basement.

“It’s amazing to see this place again.”

Inside the bright space, numerous weapons were displayed. Even in a world where firearms are easy to come by, these weapons are definitely not the kind you’d find lying around on the streets.

“Let’s see what we have here.”

Mr. Gary opened boxes and looked at the weapons inside.

“Hmm?”

While I was looking for a recommended weapon, I saw an unusual pistol hanging on the wall among the state-of-the-art weapons.

“What’s this?”

“There’s a curse on it, so I bought it.”

“Oh, a curse?”

(Swish)

I quickly distanced myself from the cursed pistol.

“It unfailingly hits the target the user desires.”

“But isn’t that a curse?”

“But if you use it, you’ll be shot and killed by it exactly 10 years later.”

“Oh, that’s a curse.”

At that moment, upon hearing the curse despite its excellent performance, I quickly raised my hand away from the cursed pistol.

“Here it is!” (Thud!)

Mr. Gary placed the weapons on the table and said, “This is a reliable ‘Ivan Sem’.”

“You managed to get it.”

“It was really hard. First, this is the BAP-23 automatic pistol.”

“Oh, I happen to like automatic pistols.”

*Click*

“It can use both a 40-round extended magazine and a standard magazine, and in single-shot mode, it performs the same as the previous model BAP-22, in other words, it’s the top handgun so far.”

“I like it even more.”

“Well, it’s a Black Enterprise product, so even in automatic mode, it shows relatively low recoil and high accuracy, but still, being an automatic pistol, the relative recoil and accuracy are lower, so I recommend single shots unless it’s close range.”

“I’ll take two.”

“There are exactly two here. Next is the BNP-01.”

*Swish*

This time, it was a pistol with advanced attachments unlike regular handguns.

“It’s a next-generation handgun.”

“…Can you explain?”

“Oh, it’s designed to use the new Black Enterprise ammunition, see.”

This time, he placed newly created bullets on the table.

“Airburst rounds, armor-piercing rounds, and”

*Swish*

He showed one of the remaining bullets to Arthur.

“A guided projectile that moves about 50cm in all directions after firing. To exaggerate, if there’s no cover around, it’s a guaranteed headshot.”

“Impressive. But all three look like the same type of bullet.”

If you want to distinguish the three functions, they would have markings on the bullets, but the three bullets on the table looked completely identical.

“That’s right.”

“?”

“One bullet does all three.”

“…That’s insane.”

“People don’t just call it Black for nothing, and it has a miniaturized shooting control device.”

“Haha, I see.”

“But the bullets are incredibly expensive. And”

*Thud!*

This time, he took out the rifle version of the expanded BNP pistol.

“This is the BNR-01 rifle version we just took out. And using rifle ammunition, you can utilize better capabilities.”

“What is it?”

“Fully guided rounds.”

“I’ll take it.”

“When you aim at a target, it automatically flies, whether the enemy is above, below, or behind a wall.”

“I’ll take it.”

Oh my, I must buy this.

“Yes, sir, I’ll help you with the payment.”

Mr. Gary’s very kind customer smile and voice, and my card was unconditionally recognized by the reader, and a payment text came to my phone.

The expense is a bit large, but it’s okay. I’m paying for my body and my future.

But why do I have to buy such an expensive weapon for my safety… darn it.

(Ring)

When the payment was made and the text came, I just decided not to look at it.

“They gave me a special discount.”

“Thank you! Thank you!”

Honestly, I have the ability to earn as much money as I want, but honestly, making money through hypnosis is a bit repulsive for me, a very clean, pure, and good law-abiding citizen.

Of course, I’ve made a lot of money so far, but still, spending money hurts my heart.

Ah, my money.

“So, President Choi Myeong-wol forced a performance?”

“Yes! That’s right!!”

The next day, I quickly went to Anderson’s club and accurately and quickly described the situation that President Choi Myeong-wol had tried to force a magic show a few days ago, down to the weather and humidity.

“…It must have been difficult. Thank you for your wise judgment.”

Yes! I decided to quickly burn everything here to avoid dying!

“Well, how about we go together to Myeongwol Hall?”

“…Yes?”

[Myeongwol Hall]

… Club music poured out of the hanok-style gate. This is Myeongwol Hall, the second largest club in Zone F after Anderson’s club.

“Well, let’s go in.”

Anderson kindly told me to go in first. Bastard.

“Just a moment.”

…

…

As Anderson and I tried to enter the club, the security guards blocked us. And they urgently reported that Anderson and I had come to the club.

“…I understand. We will escort you to the VIP room. But first, please return the weapons.”

(Swish)

At the security guard’s words, Anderson casually took out a pistol and handed it to the security guard.

“…You too, please.”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

(Swish)

At the security guard’s words, Arthur handed a small pistol that looked like a concealed weapon to the security guard.

“…Hand them all over.”

“…Tsk.”

(Swish)

The bodyguard noticed that I was hiding a weapon and reluctantly handed over the handgun hidden in my coat.

“…..”

“That’s all.”

“Would you like to go in separately?”

“Tsk”

(Swish)

I handed another handgun to the bodyguard.

“I’ll take it.”

Following instructions, the bodyguard led me and Anderson into the club.

“…Surprisingly lively, isn’t it?”

When Anderson realized I was concealing three guns— one small, two handguns— he asked me if it was necessary in this kind of world. Am I abnormal?

(♫~♪~♫~!!)

In the club overflowing with people dancing to lively music and drinking, Arthur and Anderson walked through the VIP room escorted by the bodyguards.

“You’re doing well.”

“Yes, indeed.”

(Slide)

“Please come in.”

Arriving at a VIP room, the bodyguard opened the door.

“Anderson Lee Jr.”

Inside, the owner of this establishment, Choi Myeong-wol, called out Anderson’s name as he entered the room.

“Long time no see.”

“Yeah.”

As Anderson sat down, I took the seat next to him.

“…And how have you been, Miss Ahn?”

“Yes, of course.”

Realizing that I had attached myself to Anderson, Choi Myeong-wol raised an eyebrow and asked, but I casually replied.

Well, what can I do when our dear Mr. Anderson is right there? Seriously, sir. You’re staring at the lady.

“I know Choi, but I cherish Miss Ahn very much. From that perspective, can I just sit quietly watching you make Miss Ahn uncomfortable?”

That’s right, well said!

“What did I do to make her uncomfortable?”

“You know well, so why act that way?”

…”

Choi Myeong-wol looked at me. What’s your point? It’s a valid point, isn’t it?

“So, what are you going to do about it?”

Looking at me intently, Choi Myeong-wol crossed his legs and asked,

“Here’s the thing, I cherish Arthur, but you also want to see Arthur’s performance, so I’ll make an exception.”

“Go on.”

“Why not split the performance?”

…Wait, what?

“Except for the performances that have been prearranged, how about we schedule the shows here at Myeongwol Hall for the remaining days? Instead, our people will provide security before and after Arthur’s performance.”

“…Not a bad condition, I suppose.”

“No, it’s not good for me.”

“…Alright.”

“Then it’s settled.”

“No, it’s not settled.”

“Well, I’ll leave it to you from now on.”

Mr. Choi Myeongwol said with a smile. Damn, anyone could see that it was either “Let’s wait and see” or “Behave properly later” in his eyes.

(Swish)

As Mr. Choi Myeongwol looked at Arthur like prey, one of his men approached beside him.

“Right now…”

Then he whispered something into Mr. Choi Myeongwol’s ear.

“…I see.”

Mr. Choi Myeongwol’s expression stiffened upon hearing those words.

“The Devil’s Colosseum has arrived.”

“?”

“It seems to be because of the missing 4th division chief.”

“…”

Damn it.

“He wants to meet with Mr. Anderson.”

“…Well, since we have to meet at some point, if we’re going to do it, we should do it decisively.”

“So, are we on the same side now?”

“Of course, thanks to our dear Arthur.”

“…”

Disregarding my opinion, it seems I’ve become the linchpin or common property for the two largest criminal organizations in this joint city. How terrifying these people must think I am?

“But… they brought over 100 members.”

Do you know what I love?

“Return them.”

(Toss)

At Mr. Choi Myeongwol’s command, the men returned the weapons they had received from Anderson and me.

(Toss, toss)

“…Surprisingly fiery temperament.”

Mr. Choi Myeongwol commented as he looked at the two justice pistols I received. Perhaps he guessed they were justice pistols by seeing the long magazines rather than regular handguns.

“Don’t judge a person by appearance.”

I replied as I loaded the justice pistols.

“Hmm… when will I be able to see your true self?”

Mr. Choi Myeongwol asked, his gaze strangely changing as he seductively placed his hand on my shoulder.

“I’m holding a gun.”

“Haha! You’re quite fiery.”

Amidst the unexpected response, Mr. Choi Myeongwol seemed amused.

“Alright then, let’s go.”

With a gun holstered at his waist, Anderson stood up and spoke.

“Just a moment, who’s the leader here? You guys follow someone too!!”

“…”

“…”

Unknowingly, Mr. Choi Myung-wool’s subordinates, who were about to follow Anderson’s words, were taken aback by the boss’s words.

“…”

Certainly, that gentleman has charisma.

“These people.”

“M-Miss.”

“Boss! These people have thinner faces than mine!”

At the mention of “Miss,” CEO Choi Myung-wool became even more agitated.

“Ah! Ah!!”

“You guys feel comfortable these days, huh? Huh?!”

“…You go first.”

“Should I go too?”

“You are also involved, aren’t you?”

“……”

What’s the intention here? Do they know that I killed the fourth regional manager? Have I made any mistakes in my actions that could be guessed so far? Or is it something else?

“They’ve become associated with our two organizations.”

Anderson’s words made Arthur quickly turn his thoughts inward, although he outwardly appeared unaffected. Anderson spoke to Arthur.

“You’ll experience a lot of this in the future, so you should get some experience in advance.”

Fortunately, Anderson’s intention was not what I had thought.

But when did this gentleman suddenly let go of his words?