Romeo flicked his wrist, and a shower of bullets sprayed toward them. The loyal henchmen threw themselves in front of the three elders, their bodies seemingly impervious to the bullets.
"Are they wearing bulletproof vests?"
"What's the plan, Mr. McMillian?"
"One was tough enough, but there are a hundred more."
"How did the boss manage to carry Carol back?"
"Did he find their weakness?"
"They're immune to fists and bullets. What could their weakness be?"
Mr. Benson laughed heartily. "You're all brave men. Why not join us at Mount Doom and plan a better future together?"
"Screw you," Jones spat contemptuously. "We wouldn't join you if you were the last gang on Earth!"
"You want us to join you in your dirty business? Dream on!"
"And look at you, barely hanging on to life, yet you have the audacity to challenge us!"
Despite their insults, Mr. Benson continued to laugh, seemingly unfazed.
"Enough talk. Today, we're going to make them pay for what they did to the boss!"
