"Is he telling the truth?"
John asked on the way out of the restaurant.
Oulos sat with him in the back of the luxury business car.
The white leather massage sofa enveloped their bodies, complete with champagne holders and carpeted flooring—a standard setup for an executive hovercar.
Oulos looked at John.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm going to kidnap an arms dealer from Kanmer Company, right?"
John crossed his arms, lost in thought.
Almost every mercenary newly arrived on the streets of Eden City would have a firearm from either Kanmer or Rongju Company.
The preferred choice for civilians.
Good quality at a fair price.
The weapon clutched by the friendly neighbor before he passed.
The first weapon given to a young thug by the gang Godfather.
Even an ordinary citizen, who spent their life keeping their head down, would at some point find a Kanmer semi-automatic pressed against their body, forced to hand over any valuables.
