As the Arms Dealer's bodyguards, they all knew he belonged to no corporation. In other words, if they found themselves in danger, no backup would be coming.
Yet now the Arms Dealer was saying reinforcements would arrive soon.
What was going on?
"It's the people we're meeting this time-
the buyers."
The Arms Dealer's words left everyone stunned.
They couldn't help wondering whether the explosions had scrambled his brains.
"Boss, are you serious?"
That was utterly far-fetched.
They had never heard of buyers taking on rescue missions in addition to buying goods.
These bodyguards were seasoned veterans who had weathered plenty of gunfire, not green rookies.
They thought the Arms Dealer's idea was unreliable, and they weren't about to pin all their hopes on someone else.
"What if they don't come?"
"Then we wait until dark and use the cover of night to..."
The Arms Dealer was about to continue when a burst of intense gunfire outside the church startled him into ducking beneath the windowsill.
"They're attacking."
"Fire back! Drive them back!"
The window glass shattered into fragments as bullets battered the outer walls.
The Arms Dealer didn't dare raise his head.
He could only lift his Kinetic Handgun and blindly pull the trigger toward the outside.
But he soon realized that wouldn't work.
He lowered his handgun, pulled out a grenade, and tossed it outside.
With a boom, the gunfire outside abruptly paused.
Seizing the opportunity, the Arms Dealer stood up, gripped his gun in both hands, and fired at the figures lying on the ground outside the window.
The three mercenaries the Arms Dealer had hired to protect him also fired furiously through the windows.
The Anti-government Armed Forces surrounding them outnumbered them ten to one.
But they were militia members with little combat training.
Those militia