He looked at Victor, his gaze complex: "This is just the beginning. The list of heavy weapons is beyond imagination, from the latest anti-materiel rifles to old mortars, and even twelve operational German 88mm anti-aircraft guns, hidden in the cellars of suburban farms, surrounded by piles of rusty but still dangerous ammunition."
"Damn!"
Victor couldn't help but curse.
"For the United States to have lasted this long without a massive GM, it's really the Americans who can handle things."
He blew out a puff of smoke, watching as it slowly dispersed.
There are nearly 400 million weapons in the entire United States...
If this were in some big country, it would force you to produce shit; a rifle could shout for fairness, ten rifles would damn well dare to attack institutions, and a hundred would prepare for "division."
When it comes to bold folk customs, it's more ferocious over there.
