"Over three hundred people, riding motorcycles and pickup trucks, marching grandly! The Black Panther Flag is flying high." A traveler gasped breathlessly, already drenched in sweat from running.
"If it weren't for those Black Panther Society folks, I'd be partying in some villa with beauties right now." Borley muttered to himself.
"Over three hundred soldiers…" Tsuchigumo felt a shadow passing over her heart.
She adjusted her equipment and Ninjutsu tools, tensing her muscles in advance to adapt to the stress response after being hit by bullets.
Borley glanced around, he had 200 gunmen under his command, but in actual combat they wouldn't last five minutes; the rest were just mouths to feed.
There are only about 20 factory robots that could be used for combat; the others are only good for production maintenance. Tsuchigumo, a close-combat Witch capable of spitting threads, would be killed by stray bullets. Ratman's wooden sticks could only deal with wild dogs.
