"Isn't that a little too simple and crude?" Nightwing was stunned. "So your way of stopping a child from joining an illegal organization is to wipe out the illegal organization?"
"Great idea. As expected of Priest Roland!" Dead Servant praised him. He flipped up the dining table and twisted a button underneath it. A wall immediately rose, covered in all kinds of firearms and individual weapons.
"Just as expected of a mercenary. You keep all this stuff in your own home?" Kara picked up a submachine gun and loaded it. "Decent military hardware."
"Don't tell me that's a shoulder-fired antitank missile?" Nightwing pointed at a large tube and asked.
"Yep," Dead Servant said matter-of-factly.
"This is so cool!" Beast Boy's eyes sparkled. Clearly, he had no resistance to all these weapons. "What are these boxes?"
"Individual combat weapon packs." Dead Servant opened several metal cases. "The United States' 'Land Warrior,' Russia's 'Warrior' system, China's Type 21 Individual Combat Assault Pack, France's 'Scorpion,' and England's Future Integrated Soldier Technology system." Dead Servant introduced them.
"What about Germany's?"
"Didn't buy it. Who told them to lose World War II?" Dead Servant shrugged.
"Your shopping logic is truly impossible to understand," Nightwing sighed. "But we probably won't need this, will we?"
The members of the Bat-Family rarely used guns. Donna and Raven herself had divine powers far more lethal than these guns and cannons. Once Beast Boy transformed into an animal, he couldn't pull a trigger, while Cyborg had more weapons built into his body than this entire wall.
"Bring them along anyway." Dead Servant stuffed the weapons into a snakeskin sack. "You don't think I'm going to take a taxi, put the equipment in the car, and forget to take it with me, do you?"
"I didn't think that."
"I wasn't talking