Demon Lord's Reincarnation

A person who's meticulous and precise with their work is the best person for the job in regards to making bullets, and Quinn looking like Quinn made me forgot about how delicate her work was in building her custom engines. We haven't even started on fitting the engines she made that we brought back that could use 100% Ethanol, and I'd take her up on that once we have enough time.

"How much are we making anyway?"

Rin answered, "A hundred?"

"That few?!"

"Ah— I mean a hundred thousand—"

"WHAT?! A HUNDRED THOUSAND BULLETS?!"

I gave her the deathblow, "Each caliber."

"THE FUCK?! HOW LONG WOULD THAT TAKE?!"

I finally knew why I didn't think of her, "Not really though. It's like doing laundry sometimes, okay? Sometimes, it's much better doing it in bulk."

Rin added, "Well, I've focused on pistol rounds while you were all away so the only ones we'd make a lot of are 5.56s and 7.62s. The rest would only hover around a thousand or so rounds. W-We can just do it ourselves if you don't want—"

"Nah, nah, I'll help! I'll help! Show me how it works then, I might figure out a way to make it automated—"

I waved her off, "Nah, everything should be to my standards. Automating it would make it open to inconsistencies."

"You saying the shit I'll make for you would be shoddy as fuck?! D'you know who you're talking to?!"

"Don't get offended, it's just my way of doing things—and yeah, you're the best on your field but you gotta do the hard shit first before making it easy for everyone else. It's not like you do everything automatically in your field, right?

The custom ride you built needs a human touch and while those special engines you built are made in that industrial park, don't tell me you don't check them after the fact?"

"Point. I'll just bottom while we're taking a break—"

"Pfft— What?!"

Rin almost choked on her coffee, "W-We're not h-having sex on the workshop!"

Quinn rolled her eyes, "Because it's your thing, huh? Fiiine~ Your place, your rules—"

"I-It's not like that!"

"HAHAHAHAHA!!! Suuure~ If you say so~"

In any case, as Rin showed Quinn the ropes, I inspected Rin's work while we were away and it's definitely up to my standards. I see no problem letting her load rifle rounds as well besides the sniper rounds that have loads completely different from the book of measurements she was referring to.

It didn't take long before we easily sunk a couple hours into making bullets but we suddenly had a visitor who was away for some reason and had just come back, Chris.

"B-Bro— Y-You're back! Wha— HOLY— H-HELL WEEK! W-WHAT— HOW— I-I-I WANT TO JOIN!"

Quinn chuckled, "You've missed your chance, kid. Oscar had already brought everyone outside. Where were you, anyway?"

"H-Hello, Ma'am Quinn… I— C-Charlotte and I were in M-Mr. Borris' place by the South Checkpoint and—"

"Bahh~ Don't bore me with the details— talk to him, I'm busy here."

"Ah— R-Right."

I rolled my eyes, "Why'd you talk to him, anyway? Nevermind, what's up, Chris? Rin's report mentioned Charlotte planting more trees, right?"

"Y-Yes, bro— B-BUT HELL WEEK! C-Can I still c-catch up?! T-THEY SAID— T-They said you all ran a 100 kilometers— A HUNDRED! I-I CAN DO THAT TOO! I-I'M RUNNING AGAIN!"

I tried to joke, "If you can run a 100 now—"

"ALRIGHTBROTHANKYOUI'LLSTARTRUNNINGNOWBYE!"

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"HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHA!!!"

At that point, Quinn just lost her shit from laughing but I already pegged Chris as one of the people more suited to hold the fort rather than go outside to take care of problems.

One of the reasons for that was Charlotte and his good and honest nature—but if he was willing to break his body just to see how far it could reach, I'd let him do a version of Hell Week or just straight-up let him join as a wild card for later.

'He'll definitely give everyone a hard time tomorrow or maybe on Tatiana's day… I guess we'll see.'

But yeah, as soon as Charlotte came in and caught up to us, I asked her to take care of Chris while he was fucking running his ass off and after that, we sunk more hours into making bullets for our everyday use.

Quinn commented, "This IS a fuck ton of bullets though… Can y'all monitor all of 'em? What if someone or a group starts skimming off these shit?"

Rin and I chuckled eerily as we said at the same time, "Oh, we'll know. We'll definitely know. We have a system… We really wanna see everyone try but none of them are that brave, ufufufu…"

"Ah, fuck— I know you already make that fucking face but *looks at Rin* you too?! Don't scare me like that! Still, if you were any other people, I would've recruited you in my fucking garage. We need all the help we can get— And I'm still working Alexa to join me, alright?!

I'll take that cuck Seb or whatever just to bring her in— maybe even Megan too so I'll probably need a mold of your cock to do it! Gimme a hand, alright?!"

"I thought you need my cock— why my hand—"

"YOU— YOU KNOW WHAT I MEANT!"

Rin had the greatest idea, "Can't you just have the same garage here? You mentioned you already have branches, why not build one here? You'd be closer to us and if you really get knocked up, sorry to say, but you need those checkups and you'd have the best support here if you want a healthy child… Just saying… And I'll be a really~ good aunt!"

"...umm…" Quinn was at a loss for words.

I added, "It'll save you the trip back too. Have Zyra or anyone else take over," then I added, "If you're working Alexa, I'm working you too. I said I'll visit every now and again when you get pregnant but isn't this arrangement better?"

"I-I'll think about it…"

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