In the dimly lit basent, Altair strolled forward, three ghouls trailing behind. He chatted casually as they walked.
"So, I hear Gecko sent you."
"Yes, we're from Aogiri Tree!" The leader declared, hoping the notorious ghoul organization's na would impress. Altair was unfazed.
"Aogiri, Shmogiri, it's all the sa to ." He said, reaching an iron door. He pulled it open and eyed the trio. "Here, you're just custors. If you're buying, great. If you're up to sothing else, there's only one outco."
"I… understand." The leader stamred, recalling Gecko's warning: Be respectful, or you're dead. Gecko's missing right hand, lost after a deal gone wrong, was proof. He'd clearly crossed this blond guy.
"Co in." Altair said, stepping through and gesturing for them to follow.
Inside, they found a vast underground warehouse stacked with wooden crates, an obvious arms cache. "What do you want?" Altair asked.
"Uh, sothing with serious firepower." The leader replied, echoing Gecko's instructions. Their rivals now had weapons, so they needed overwhelming force to dominate, more bullets, more hits.
"Got it." Altair nodded, beginning his showcase. "Glock 17, semi-automatic, 9mm caliber." He grabbed a pistol from a crate, slapped in a magazine, chambered a round, and fired at a distant target.
The ghouls exchanged glances, silent. This was the sa handgun from their first batch of purchases.
"Too weak? Fair enough. It's just for close defense or finishing shots." Altair set the pistol on a table and pulled out another weapon. "SPAS-12 shotgun, dual-mode, holds eight rounds."
He fired, shredding the target into a sieve. "Perfect for ho defense or chaos. One shot solves most problems; if not, two will. I can supply suppressant rounds, but they're five tis the price of regular ones."
The ghouls remained stone-faced.
"Nah, you're not hunting with this." Altair said, tossing the shotgun aside. He grabbed another crate. "The legendary Kalashnikov AK-47. Old but reliable, not just vodka cos from Russia."
The AK roared, tearing the target to scraps. Altair glanced at the ghouls, still expressionless.
"Powerful, but I can tell you want more." He moved to another crate, pulling out a weapon with a revolver-like structure. "Milkor MGL grenade launcher, 40mm caliber, the Terminator's favorite. Six consecutive shots."
He placed a grenade on the table. "Kill radius over ten ters, max range 375 ters. Easy to use, massive power. Just don't fire too close, you'll hit your own."
Still, no reaction from the ghouls.
"I get it. Good range, but only six shots, too limited for suppression." Altair nodded, heading to a deeper crate. He hoisted it, slamd it down before them, making the ghouls step back in unison. "M134 Minigun, six barrels, turns enemies to dust in seconds. Fire rate: 360 rounds per minute."
He hefted the minigun, spinning the barrels briefly. "Too powerful to demo here, but trust , it's overkill."
The ghouls' faces didn't budge. Altair raised an eyebrow. These guys were picky, did Eto plan to wipe out every ghoul faction in Tokyo? She'd already agreed to turn all ghouls human, so maybe she wanted to speed things up. Altair had been prolonging the chaos for fun, letting ghouls enjoy their gangland spree, but if Eto wanted to end it fast, so be it. No ex-wife here to worry about, right?
"Hold on." He said, returning the minigun and heading to the deepest crate. He hauled it out, set it down gently, and pried it open, revealing a long launcher. "The RPG-7, a Middle Eastern classic."
He loaded a rocket, shouldered it, and mid aiming. "Soviet-designed, shoulder-fired anti-armor weapon. Portable, cheap, simple, and devastating, infantry artillery. One shot handles most enemies; if not, fire another."
He lowered the RPG and handed it to the leader, who took it cautiously, cradling it like it might explode. This was no re handgun.
"I can supply suppressant rockets, but they're a hundred tis the cost of pistol rounds. So, is this enough firepower?" Altair asked confidently.
The ghouls remained expressionless, not out of dissatisfaction but shock. They'd been using pistols, and their limited education left them unprepared for this. The shotgun's wide spread of suppressant rounds rendered bulletproof vests useless. The later weapons, AKs, grenade launchers, miniguns, RPGs, were nightmarish with suppressant ammo. How could any ghoul survive?
This arms dealer was terrifying.
"Co on, what's not to like? Say sothing!" Altair snapped, annoyed by their silence.
The leader shook his head quickly. "No, I'm satisfied!"
"So, what do you want?"
"Everything except the pistols!"
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