Chapter 404: This Gun Has Only One Bullet, So Keep It for Yourself At the same time. In an old, private factory in the New York suburbs. K was meticulously wiping a Desert Eagle. His hands, which usually only tapped on keyboards, were now skillfully applying lubricant to the disassembled firearm. The Desert Eagle was not a particularly practical handgun due to its massive recoil. Like strong liquor or a wild horse, it was difficult to control, but that only made it more appealing. In the…