"We can't... we can't afford it."
The Strongman Captain said with a sullen face, realizing they had hit a wall.
The military surplus firearms they had were already top-tier in the civilian sector, but those intimidating armed robots and the gigantic nine-barreled Vulcan Cannon... How could they possibly afford them!
Even if they could afford them, they couldn't sustain their use!
Nine thousand rounds a minute, who besides the military and the super-rich would dare to play with such consumption without restraint?
Their group was really blind, running into an arms dealer.
Everyone knew that the assassin groups and arms dealers roaming the interstellar space were not to be messed with lightly.
Faced with so many Vulcan Cannons, who knew what else might appear?
It wouldn't be surprising if a row of mecha suddenly showed up.
After all, selling weapons was what arms dealers did!
