Because the company that manufactured the Carnage, "Budget
Firearms," followed one simple principle: bigger was better.
The result?
The Carnage was huge, its stopping power was absurd, and its recoil could dislocate your shoulder.
Without suitable cyberware, such as an endoskeleton or carbon-fiber muscle implants, you were better off choosing a more conventional weapon.
Besides, the Carnage wasn't particularly reliable: it broke easily, and its weight distribution wasn't exactly sensible.
But as the people at Budget Firearms put it, anyone who chose a gun like that generally wouldn't notice those little details anyway.
Positioning themselves like this and deliberately using huge, cumbersome weapons might intimidate small-time punks, but to a professional, it was utterly laughable and full of openings.
Of course, Su Xiao wasn't kind enough to point that out.
"You don't look like junkies who'd touch this stuff." The only Latino sitting on the couch was probably Gale, the man who had sold Glitter to Randy. "What are you really here for?"
River and Mitch stood in front of Su Xiao, while Skar kept his eyes on the man guarding the door.
"We're here to buy, just not from you. We want to deal with your supplier. If you tell us who he is and take us to him, we'll pay you handsomely."
Gale folded his arms. "Big talk. But what makes you think I'll just do what you say? I'm not the one with guns pointed at me."
"You're Gale, right? I'll give you a reason you can't refuse."
The moment Su Xiao finished speaking, everyone present froze in place, as though caught under a binding spell.
The flow of time suddenly seemed to slow countless times over. Even the dust drifting through the air hung motionless.
In this frozen space and time, Su Xiao alone could move