Lucas was utterly flabbergasted.
He was genuinely dying of curiosity. Gun control in their country was incredibly strict, so where on earth did the people on the twentieth floor get their hands on all of this?
His own group had tried to get firearms before, but they never had the connections. Who would have thought Suzy and her people not only had weapons, but had this many?
Suddenly, a wave of relief washed over Lucas. Thank God they hadn't crossed the twentieth floor. If they had, and these guys decided to show up at their door one day and just start blasting, they'd be completely screwed.
They probably wouldn't even have time to react before being wiped out.
After a long moment, Lucas swallowed hard, finally finding his voice, though it still sounded a bit shaky. "Wh—where did you guys score all this gear?"
His question voiced exactly what the Edison family was thinking. They were just as curious! Where the hell did all these guns come from?
