As the elevator descended, Werther and Number Three soon reached the Underground Harbor.
"So this is the Underground Harbor? It doesn't look much like one."
Number Three looked around. It was nothing like the gloomy, oppressive place she had imagined.
"This isn't the harbor itself. Underground Harbor is the name for the whole area. This is the Executive Tower, where cargo is stored and loaded. Walk a little farther, and you'll see the harbor."
Werther and Number Three were in the Executive Tower, within the Underground Harbor.
The Executive Tower was a cylindrical building with bright red outer walls. Numerous cargo cranes were mounted above it.
This was where Usopp had fought Sugar. Later, through sheer dumb luck, he had frightened her unconscious—or perhaps the spice had done it.
Dressrosa sold more than a hundred thousand guns every month, sometimes several hundred thousand. If the Toy Soldiers had to move them all, who knew how long it would take?
Toy Soldiers were used for smaller transactions. Large shipments were usually moved by crane.
"Lord Werther." Dellinger approached from a distance.
"The cargo's ready. All the Containers have been counted. There are 168,000 weapons in total: 120,000 ordinary firearms, 40,000 pistols, and some heavier weapons, including cannons. Ammunition has been matched to every weapon, with twice the usual amount included. It's more than enough for a large-scale war."
Dellinger handed Werther the inventory.
Werther did not look closely. Dellinger would not lie to him, so he passed it straight to Number Three.
"These are all the weapons at the harbor right now. Take a look. If they aren't enough, I can requisition more from the Underworld. Another few hundred thousand weapons of various models shouldn't be a problem."
Werther said it casually, but his words sent a shock through Number Three.