The door to the shooting range slid open, drawing the bald shopkeeper's attention. Seeing it was the same kid who arrived earlier, he closed the screens on his OAM and prepared to meet him.
Dante walked over with quick steps and placed the bulky pistol on the counter.
"So? What do you think, kid?" Said the shopkeeper. "You used all twenty rounds so…"
"This thing will probably rip my arm off." Heaving a sigh, Dante let a hint of a smile play on his lips. "Just the way I like it."
"Uh-oh…"
"Give me five packs of that red skull stuff. And three more mags."
Taken aback, the shop keeper didn't move, continuing to stare at him with a mix of bewilderment and annoyance.
"Uh… are you sure about this, kid? You said it yourself, this thing will rip your arm off."
"I know, I know. It's a little stronger than my last main, but the kick is just right. There really is no point if I don't feel it, you know?"
