With that gunshot, the compression bomb was fired, and on the other side of the city, another massive anomaly was squished into powder, indistinguishable to the naked eye by an invisible force.
Dos's gun had no name; he was too lazy to name it, simply calling it "gun," and his team occasionally referred to it as "Dos's gun."
The gun was simple and therefore formidable, just like its owner, stripping away all embellishments to retain only the fundamental function of a gun: to aim—to shoot! In these respects, it had reached its limits. In fact, provided the positional data was complete, Dos could deliver bullets with any effect to any position within firing range at any time.
And its range… with Dos's own abilities backing it up, was almost infinite.
