Limitless The Strongest Revenant
Chapter 215 - 215: Heroine Chapter: I knew it [2/2]

This was a waste of time. Not wanting to be a part of such a depraved prank, I headed for the door. I didn't know where to buy weapons, so I planned to follow Robyn for the time being.

As I searched the streets but failed to find the combat joey, Jo and the rest of the Sirens reached me and stopped by my side.

"If you're looking for Robyn, she's at a black market weapons dealer used by terrorists. Follow me," Bella advised.

Robyn's trail ended at a dilapidated school.

Beneath one of the classrooms was a hidden staircase leading to an underground passageway. The basement was lit by LED lanterns. It was bustling with people.

After about fifteen minutes of searching, we found our combat joey digging through a large crate of weapons. Beside her, a beautiful Japanese woman was appraising a long rifle.

"Aki? What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were guarding the Simmons?" Bella asked in surprise.

"Ara! Hello Taurus-san! I greet the princess..."

Lilly interrupted her, "Spare me the formalities Aki, why are you here?"

"One of the hitmen had a list of everyone who was after the Simmons. I already took care of them all and so I took a break."

"I see, and why are you in this place specifically?"

"This is a Browning BLR Lightweight 81 lever action rifle. I want to buy it as a gift for Master. He will need one soon."

"Again with this Master business, you are not Honey's slave bitch."

Aki ignored Bella's comment and turned to the gun dealer.

"Please wrap this up. I will purchase this item."

"Got it missy, that would be $1,020 for the gun and $96 for 60 175 grain 7mm Remington Magnum rounds. Your master should like your gift."

"Oh? You want to give Dear a gun with my name on it? How loyal of you, Aki. As expected from a Miroku."

"You are mistaken Lilly-sama. The BLR rifles, though called Brownings, are made exclusively by the Miroku. This rifle is Japanese in all but name."

"Oh? Are we competing with gifts? Let me join in! Mister! Do you have a Benelli M1014? Nothing beats Italian quality!"

"Sure, Italian stuff is always in demand."

"I know, right? Benelli's are simply the best! I'll get one, 50 slugs, 50 00 buckshots. How much in total? That should make Darling swoon!" Jo chirped with pride.

"$2,150 for the Benelli, $216 for 50 12-gauge buckshots and $442 for 50 12-gauge slugs."

"Hmph, Italians are overpriced showpieces. Old man, you got anything from Taurus?"

"I have their newest Raging Hunter revolvers. I personally recommend this one."

Bella picked up a large revolver with a short barrel. She opened the chamber as she inspected it.

"5 round capacity. 500 Smith & Wesson ammo. 5.12 inch barrel. Perfect! Compact, elegant and powerful. Like me.

Honey will love this. You got it in black? For bullets, give me the heaviest rounds you have."

"Sure, that'll be $1,070 for the gun and another $130 for 40 rounds of 500 grain 500 S&W rounds missy."

Robyn, finally finished, fished out a gun and shouted with glee.

"Mate, I want this one, give me two! My fella needs Straya Lithgow hardware by his side! I want FMJs for bullets!"

"Okay, two Thales F90 407 MBRs at $2,000 each. $259 for 480 62 grain 5.56×45mm NATO FMJs. Total is $4,259."

While the other Sirens demonstrated their knowledge of guns, Lilly, Liv and I, who were uneducated about guns, stayed on the sidelines.

Suddenly Lilly stepped forward and grabbed the dealer by the neck.

"Old man, get me the biggest Browning weapon you have. One that fires the biggest bullets!"

"Easy missy, Browning? Hmm. You mean a small arms, right? Let me see... Ah! I have just the thing."

The dealer ignored Lilly's rude gesture and pulled out a large black rifle. It looked more imposing than anything else I had seen tonight.

"This is an Ohio Ordinance HCAR Battle Rifle. Shoots the heavy .30-06 Springfield. Kicks like a mule, but can saw a man in half no problem. $6,689 for the rifle and $380 for 400 rounds of 180 grain .30-06 FMJs."

"Excellent! John should be pleased! It is much bigger than the one he has now. Brownings stand for domination after all."

"Hmph. Such arrogance. I don't know anything about these guns. Robyn, help me. What can I get John?" our Valkyrie asked in all seriousness.

"Hmm... Why not a tandem with my present? Mate, you got Steyr SL40s? 40mm M433s too, if you have 'em."

"I do, but it will be expensive, I tell you."

"Money is no cost Southerner, just follow my sister's words. Robyn, how do you know so much about weapons?"

"Liv, you hang around terrorists long enough, you learn even if you don't want to."

The dealer left and returned with a box of tubes.

"Here you go, compatible with the F90s, these are technically illegal, so I will sell them to you for $7,000. Two Steyr SL40s for $3,200 each and $800 for 6 40mm low velocity M433 HEDPs."

"They're a beaut! Liv, pay the man, John will be grinning like a shot fox with them!"

"Is that so? Wonderful! Southerner! Many thanks. Everyone is putting so much into their gifts but I still hope he likes mine best," Liv said like a maiden in love.

"Wait? These are all for the same guy? Is he going to fight a whole militia or something?" The weapons dealer commented in amazement.

"You could say that," Bella commented with a mischievous grin.

Josephine tapped me on the shoulder while I looked around.

"Jas, have you found anything yet?"

"No, I'm still thinking. Aki's rifle is good enough for long range. Yours for close range. Robyn and Liv's gifts are excellent for crowds. Lilly's will be for tougher enemies, while Bella's revolver would be his backup weapon."

"Wow! So what else does Darling need then?"

"Something that can take out armored targets like a brute."

"Missy, if you are looking for anti-armor, I have just the thing."

The weapon dealer then pulled out a meter long tube with optics on it and placed it in front of me. The dealer then took out three, half-meter long rockets next to it.

"This is a shoulder-mounted, unguided, portable anti-tank rocket launcher. It fires 95mm high explosive anti-tank warheads. This thing will smoke anything outside of a Challenger or an Abrams. I will sell you this and three warheads for $18,000."

"What's it called?" I asked intrigued.

"It's called the Denel FT5."

When I heard my name on this weapon, I once again felt that it was fate.

From our death, to our reunion, to this moment. John and I were destined. Happily, I could only utter one sentence.

"I knew it."