Chapter 587: The Poor Man's Slug

At this moment in time, it was like a mosquito landed on my balls and I needed to resolve things very peacefully. The pros of what Oscar would do next far outweighed the cons, but I just wanted to save every bit of shotgun shell that we have. I almost lost it when he started to cut around almost halfway up the birdshot shell, leaving a small overlap about a few centimeters. After that, he just emptied his magazine tube before loading the cut shell inside.

Johnny immediately waved Oscar down, "What the- don't fire it here, you numb nut!"

Oscar scoffed, "Do you think I'm an idiot? I'm just loading it here! Kid! Grab me one of those cardboard targets you have and don't give me that look!"

I shook my head before finishing my coffee, "Fine..."

Russel interjected as he followed right behind me, "Dude, what's he gonna do? Isn't that dangerous?"

I replied, "Not exactly, if you do it right. Anyway, you'd get to see the Poor Man's Slug."

"Poor Man's Slug? What?"