America? No, it's the warp!

What a brilliant joke!

[Treachery +1]

[Gain Tzeentch's Blessing: Premonition of Illusions]

[Hallucination Prediction: Predicts an event; one possible outcome will appear as a hallucination. Each use consumes 10 points of psionic energy.]

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"Two upgrades in a row, and one of them is even an active skill!"

"Tzeentch really went all out!"

"And this skill is incredibly useful! It can even predict the course of events, and you can use it five times a day!"

"I will become the most diligent fortune teller!"

Logan looked at the panel again, focusing on the number of merits. He was still 80 away from 400. He had a good chance of buying the explosive pistol and tranquilizer darts today!

Next, he planned to buy some bullets.

While explosive guns are great, you might encounter situations where you have neither merit points nor bullets, so buying some is a good emergency measure.

But making a choice is a difficult problem.

This is a great opportunity to use new skills.

Logan had a thought and used [Illusory Foresight], consuming 10 points of psionic energy.

Soon, an illusory scene appeared before my eyes.

In a gun shop called "One Shot, One Kill," he was buying bullets when the burly owner in front of him offered to give them away for free.

Before Logan could figure out why his boss was acting this way, the hallucination quickly faded and became unrecognizable.

Damn it! I knew Tzeentch was up to no good!

In the last moment of the hallucination, he seemed to hear a sharp, piercing laugh.

"At least we have a choice now, and we absolutely have to take the free one."

Logan followed the map and drove to the "One Shot Kill" gun shop located in the eastern part of Bell Town, near the city center.

The shop owner, a bald Black man with obvious fitness experience, was calmly polishing a very high-quality revolver.

Upon seeing someone enter, he began by asking:

"What would you like?"

"Glock 19? Magnum Desert Eagle?"

"It's still the one I have in my hand..."

The shop owner held up the revolver, showing Logan the polished blued steel side.

"This is a work of art in the world of revolvers, the Colt Python."

Logan was truly moved.

"How much does it cost?"

$1499.

"This is highway robbery! It's so expensive!"

Logan was really short of money; he only had enough to pay a third of the bill.

"Ahem, I don't really like using revolvers, let me think about it first."

He scanned his surroundings, trying to find the element he hadn't noticed in the hallucination.

The store was filled with firearms, with very few colors other than black and silver, which were ubiquitous.

Pumpkins were displayed on various shelves, probably because Halloween is approaching.

On the wall inside the counter hangs a huge brass medal with a complex design and no fixed shape, making it impossible to discern what it represents.

"hiss……"

"I feel like I've seen this somewhere before..."

Logan had only seen one medal recently, and he pulled out the brass medal from Eddie from his jacket pocket.

Upon comparison, they are exactly the same.

How did you get that medal?

The boss had a very sharp gaze, his eyes fixed on the medal, refusing to look away.

'This boss must have some connection to the Blood Gang, otherwise he wouldn't be wearing that huge brass medal.'

Logan placed the medal on the counter and displayed it generously.

"Given to me by someone."

The boss sneered:

"Eddie... Humph!"

"You recognize him?"

"Of course, I know him very well."

The boss stopped staring at the medal and continued wiping the revolver, gesturing wildly in the air.

It's like aiming at an enemy in the void.

Logan sensed something was wrong; this behavior was not that of a friend.

There must be a story between the boss and Eddie.

The unpleasant kind.

"Coincidentally, I'm quite familiar with him too."

He wanted to test the waters again.

The boss stopped gesturing and gave him a disdainful look.

"Are you a member of the Blood Gang?"

"No, I'm a homeless man, but Eddie has sent people to recruit me many times, and I've refused them all."

If you want to understand others, you should first provide information.

The boss's expression changed from puzzled to amused.

"Interesting. A white man, a homeless man, was actually recruited by him, given that medal, and then rejected."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The bar owner burst into laughter, mocking someone warming themselves by a fire on the second floor of the bar.

After laughing for more than half a minute, he calmed down and asked again:

Do you know what this medal means?

Upon hearing this, Logan made some guesses.

He used [Hallucination Precognition] again.

The hallucination had no visuals, only an illusory voice, the tone of a gun shop owner:

"This medal was given to him a year and a half ago."

It was just a seemingly random sentence, but it matched Logan's guess.

He didn't answer, but instead asked the boss:

"Did you know what giving him this medal meant in the first place?"

The boss was stunned; he hadn't expected the other party to say something like that.

Without much change in expression, he remained silent for a few seconds before slowly speaking:

"I didn't realize at the time that, in the eyes of the Blood Gang members, this was a recognition that could make me a boss."

He remained silent, unwilling to speak again.

The details must be something he finds difficult to talk about.

"But this medal of mine is a form of redemption."

Logan's words successfully caught the other party's attention.

"A way to make amends to our savior who was left homeless and ignored."

"I know you. He told me about a comrade who kicked a Middle Eastern suicide bomber six meters away and saved his life."

The two exchanged some information and gained some understanding of each other.

They all shared a common thread in their conversation: they were both dissatisfied with Eddie.

The boss's perspective is more insightful.

Logan, however, was somewhat annoyed by his hypocrisy.

What are you looking to buy today?

The boss stopped talking about the previous topic.

"Bullets, Colt 1911 .45 ACP, give me two boxes of self-defense ammunition."

The boss took two boxes from the shelf behind him and placed them on the counter.

"How much?"

"free."

Logan showed the expected surprise and asked:

Why?

The boss picked up the Colt Python again and kept aiming at a pumpkin on the shelf.

"I have only one request: if you ever want to sit in that position, I can help you, without charging you a single penny."

"His head, in front of my revolver, is no different from that pumpkin."

"Bang!"

A revolver bullet shot out and hit the pumpkin, which exploded into pieces due to the impact.

Logan quickly looked outside the store, thankfully there were no passersby outside.

If it gets noticed, it will attract the police.

"Don't worry, my shop walls are very soundproof. Goodbye."

Logan stuffed the bullets into the inside pocket of his jacket, said goodbye, and left the gun shop.

Judging by the time, it's almost noon.

He drove back to the waterfall park, and as soon as he stepped into the tent, he was disturbed by his cell phone ringing.

"Feed?"

"Hey! Logan! It's Lucy!"