Considering how weak those people were, I didn't even need to expend much effort to subdue them.
Their movements were clumsy, their coordination was poor, and their attacks were filled with hesitation and fear.
In the old world, perhaps they might have been considered dangerous—armed men, trained, holding weapons meant to kill—but in this broken era, they were nothing more than insects struggling against a tide far greater than themselves.
I had already decided that I would leave Joe and Sebastian to deal with them on their own.
I would only intervene if the situation exceeded their capabilities.
After all, it was necessary to test them.
To test how far they had grown.
To see whether their cooperation had improved—or if they would crumble the moment real danger appeared.
Firearms were indeed powerful.
Lethal.
Even superhumans could not ignore them completely.
