Abigail looked down at my gun factory with a fascinated look in her eyes.
In reality, she was way more powerful, destroying this gun factory wouldn't take more than a flick from her. But she understood the significance of this place.
She knew how hard it would be to build a place like this from scratch then to turn it into scratch.
Though guns are nothing more than sharpened mosquitos in front of experienced sigmat users. Before human lives, the guns would be an irrefutable truth that would show just how fragile we humans are.
Just one bullet from the gun at a critical point could turn to be fatal.
Right now before her eyes, there were multiple guns and countless bullets being created. Then she sighed.
"I thought you would at least tell before creating something that could potentially get you called for treason." Abigail was serious, "Do you know what will happen if anyone found out about this?"
