People are scared in America, my uncle is Dante

Inside a 24-hour fast food restaurant on the streets of Los Santos.

Suren and Lady chose a seat by the window.

The table was piled high with fried chicken and hamburger boxes.

Aresa held a fried chicken leg in each hand, her mouth stuffed full of fries, looking like a hamster.

Suren took a sip of her cola, looked at Alessa's expression, and shook her head helplessly: "Well, another glutton."

Lady was resting her chin on her hand, looking out the window. When she heard this, she turned her gaze to Alessa.

"She...do you plan to keep her inside you like this forever?"

"I don't know. Her dark essence remains within me and cannot stray too far from me."

Suren rubbed his temples. "But if we leave her alone, what if she throws a tantrum one day? Half of Los Santos might suffer."

"So you're planning to keep her like this forever? Like a decorative accessory?"

Lady raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you planning to send her to school and let her live a normal human life?"

Suren glanced at Alessa, who had completely disregarded her table manners, and shook her head: "Let's talk about it later..."

"I'm afraid she'll hang all the unruly kids in the school in the sky and turn them into teru teru bozu (sunny dolls)."

Lady seemed to have thought of some scene, chuckled softly, and stopped dwelling on the issue, instead bringing up another matter:

"You should rest well for the next couple of days. In a few days, I will take you to see the weapons merchant, as I promised you."

"Oh? What's their background?"

Suren became quite interested; an arms dealer personally introduced by Lady must be no ordinary person.

"You should have heard of a crazy woman named Nicole."

When the name was mentioned, Lady gave a smile that was both admiring and a little troubled.

"This guy is a top-notch mechanic and alchemist who spends most of his time driving a beat-up van around the world, and he's very interested in all sorts of strange and unusual demonic materials."

"She happens to be going back to Los Santos this time, so I thought I'd introduce you two."

"So it was her..."

Suren muttered to himself, and an image of a woman with a cigarette in her mouth and covered in tattoos immediately popped into his mind.

He remembered that Dante's favorite twin pistols—made of ebony and white ivory—were crafted by Nicole's grandmother.

Thinking about it, the [Demon-Slaying Holy Flame] that the black market merchant Enzo gave him a while ago also seems to be a creation of Nicole.

To be honest, although he and Nero were acquainted, he had never actually met this genius mechanic in person.

Like Lady, they are always on the go and rarely return to the agency.

……

a few days later.

The screeching sound of brakes echoed outside the office.

A dilapidated bread truck covered in mud did a beautiful drift and came to a stop in the parking space in front of the office.

The bread cart also had a neon sign that read "Devil MayCry".

The office door was kicked open.

Hey everyone, have you missed me?

Nicole strode in with a half-smoked cigarette in her mouth, but her bright smile froze when she saw the room.

She looked around in disbelief: "My God... Has this place been robbed? Or has it been ransacked by the devil?"

Lady, who was wiping her weapons, raised an eyebrow in surprise when she saw who it was: "Hey, Nico. What brings you here? Didn't Nero come with you?"

"Don't mention that brat!"

Upon hearing the name, Nicole rolled her eyes in annoyance: "He hasn't been taking any commissions lately, nor is he fighting demons. All he thinks about is spending time alone with his girlfriend."

"It's been almost half a year since I've had any new demon materials to research. I'm itching to get my hands dirty. I have to run around and find some fun on my own."

She looked around and asked, "Speaking of which, where's that old Dante? Where's he hiding again?"

"Who knows him?"

Lady put away her gun and patted Suren, who was lying on the sofa next to her: "Come on, Suren, let me introduce you. This is Nicole. You must have heard of her."

"Haha! This is the little boy you always talk about, the one you picked up?" Nicole laughed heartily. "You have good taste, he's quite handsome."

Suren's eye twitched slightly. Although he wanted to say something, he wisely remained silent when he saw the two women in front of him.

"If you ever need any weapons modified in the future, just come to me!"

Nicole walked up to Suren in a nonchalant manner and patted him hard on the shoulder, acting as if they were old friends.

"As long as you can afford it, and you can also get some materials that interest me, I can make you anything from guns to magical artifacts!"

"Perfect timing, I do need to replenish some supplies."

Suren smiled and looked at the bread truck outside the door. "Perfect, let me see what interesting stuff you've hidden in your truck."

Upon hearing that there was business to be done, Nicole raised an eyebrow and immediately became excited, enthusiastically gesturing for Suren to walk towards her bread cart.

"Come, come! Let me show you my latest invention."

When the trunk of the van was opened, the small interior was found to be densely packed with all sorts of exaggeratedly designed gun parts and weapons.

Various types of specially made ammunition filled the cardboard boxes, resembling a small mobile arsenal.

On the walls on both sides of the carriage, there are robotic arms of different models and colors.

"Watch closely."

Nicole raised her chin, patted the metal arms hanging on both sides of the carriage, and looked proud.

"These are all Demon Destroyers that I customized for that brat Nero."

"If you ever lose an arm to a demon, come find me. I'll make you a custom-made one that can breathe fire and generate electricity, definitely better than your original bone."

Suren picked up a few, glanced at them, and then put them down again.

He was actually quite interested in Nero's multi-functional mechanical prosthetic arm, which gave him a feeling similar to Iron Man.

However, his current skill set is already quite comprehensive. Whether it's the offense of [Ghost Hand], the defense of [Royal Guard], or the movement of [Trickster], they completely cover the role of the mechanical prosthetic hand.

Adding another prosthetic arm would be superfluous.

The only thing he lacks now is pure firepower and weaponry.

We can't just charge in and fight hand-to-hand every time we encounter a demon, can we?

After thinking it over, I decided to replenish my shotgun's ammunition, since the bullets Enzo had given me were almost used up.

In the end, he bought a batch of shotgun-specific 12-gauge pure silver armor-piercing rounds and high-concentration holy water incendiary rounds from Nicole's armory, and also bought a few boxes of 9mm pure silver bullets.

Following behind Suren, Lady looked at his extravagant and wealthy demeanor and teased, "Looks like I was too soft-hearted last time and offered too low a price."

She leaned against the wall, arms crossed: "These small-caliber 9mm pistol bullets, are they a gift for Patty? Why didn't you pick out a couple for me too?"

Suren glanced nonchalantly at the extravagantly designed rocket launcher behind her: "Sister Lady, my money can't cover the expenses of your heavy firepower."

"drop--"

The card reader dispenses the receipt.

Nicole lit a cigarette with satisfaction and continued:

"Since you're being so generous, I can give you some information about demons for free."

Have you heard about the recent series of disappearances in the West Virginia rainforest?