"What, that's it? That's all?" Jing Shu ran around the empty storeroom; it contained only worthless handguns and some scattered weapons.
"This is just the corridor of the armory; we haven't reached the actual weapon storage yet."
"Then let's go, take me inside," Jing Shu urged.
Jun Jia looked at Jing Shu as if she were a fool. "This is confidential. You can't just walk in. The directive states that decommissioned weapons are to be exchanged for supplies, and these are all that's left. You can only choose from these. Even if you go to my brother-in-law and cause a scene, you'll still only get things from here. Besides, to take it a step further, you wouldn't be able to get a permit for items from the main armory anyway."
Jing Shu deflated like a punctured ball. She had hoped to score big, but she hadn't expected the armory to be almost empty after several months of exchanges with over a dozen districts.
