Kite and the White Divine Dogs worked well together. With all kinds of weapons taking turns in action, they swept through everything in their path without Pokkle needing to do a thing.
The Chimera Ants they encountered all carried guns, which struck the group as strange.
"I've heard some rumors about NGL on the black market before," Pokkle said as he ran. "Apparently, the new narcotic that's appeared recently comes from NGL."
"There are even rumors that NGL actually started producing this sort of thing a long time ago. It's just that, with environmental protection as its shield, nothing was ever really exposed."
"These guns are all particularly well suited to combat." Kite had examined them carefully earlier and found that, although they weren't the latest models, they were classic, practical designs.
The wear and maintenance on the guns, in particular, proved that they hadn't just been put into use, but had been used in combat for a long time.
But in a place like NG, was there anything that required these guns?
The answer was no.
As mentioned before, in this environmentally conscious country, people who truly revered nature would consider it perfectly natural even if they were one day killed by a wild beast.
That left only one possibility: the people who ruled this place used these guns to deal with outsiders and secure their own positions.
"There are deep waters behind all this," Kite warned.
Without protection from higher up, no matter how well NGL's underground rulers handled things, it would have been impossible to keep every bit of information from leaking.
That left only one possibility: the manhunts, wanted notices, propaganda, and other measures previously reported had all been carried out jointly by NGL and people at the top.
"I understand." Pokkle made a gesture of