In the darkness, a languid man scratching his head with a pistol sauntered forward, and the familiar faces everyone had assumed might have died on the second basement level emerged along with him.
The row of gun barrels protruding from the second floor made the thugs afraid to move rashly. More terrifyingly, these armed people were merely half-grown children.
Their calm, somewhat seasoned expressions made it clear that these children... had not only seen blood, but had even grown numb to killing.
One fat kid was even carrying a sniper rifle!
"You... this is... illegal..."
The male lawyer kneeling amid several corpses had a pale face, his teeth chattering.
"Oh, then go sue them. It wasn't me who fired the guns anyway..."
"Who told you to get so worked up? You scared them, so naturally their hands shook. Try to understand..."
"They're only children, after all. Don't hold it against them. Besides, even the great Japanese Law on Juveniles will protect them..."
"If you're dissatisfied, then it's up to you to shake up the dark side of Japanese legal provisions!"
"Oh, right. Do you need legal assistance, Mr. Lawyer?"
Kevin smiled as he picked at his ear, then heavily patted the lawyer's shoulder. His words dripped with mockery.
Their group had actually arrived long ago, but Kevin had insisted that they remain out of sight.
Only by letting certain pieces of trash muddy the waters could the commander swiftly cut through the mess and eliminate the unstable elements within.
After all, they had opened the armory. Although some supplies there had been corroded, the remaining firearms, ammunition, and food were enough to keep two or three hundred people comfortable for a week.
If they allowed the conflict to keep building, the weapons distributed to the lower ranks might very well