Sophie Sullivan slowly reached out her hand.
Thomas Shannon hesitated. Sophie Sullivan furrowed her brows slightly. "Hold my hand."
Thomas Shannon was momentarily lost for words.
Reluctantly, he held out his hand. Sophie Sullivan took it, using his strength to get out of the car.
Once out of the car, she looked around at the highly secure and mysterious place, feeling extremely curious.
However, before she could take a closer look, Thomas Shannon led her away.
Along the way, employees in uniform bowed at a perfect 90-degree angle to greet, "Greetings, President!"
After entering the inner area, Sophie Sullivan was in awe!
Everywhere she looked, there were various types of military equipment samples.
The place was huge, but not chaotic.
The noise from machinery manufacturing was piercing, yet it stirred her blood.
"Mr. President, you’re here!" A middle-aged man, apparently the person in charge, hurried over to them, bowing respectfully.
Thomas Shannon looked around, his handsome brow furrowing slightly. "How is the production of the heavy arms for Steven’s order going?"
"Already more than halfway done, Mr. President. Please follow me this way." The person in charge led Thomas Shannon to another area.
The group boarded a shuttle bus and headed deeper into a more secret place.
There, Sophie Sullivan finally understood why Thomas Shannon possessed such an air of arrogance.
Weapons, in a sense, were the foundation of a country.
Only when weapon equipment was aligned with international standards could the country’s territory be defended.
In this world, there were countries in conflict every day, and weapons... were indispensable.
Arms dealers, meanwhile, roamed the world like veritable overlords.
After seeing countless cold, hard weapons and touring the massive, mysterious Military Factory Empire, Sophie Sullivan remained awestruck for a long time.
"Maniac, Young Master is calling you."
Charlie River’s voice brought Sophie Sullivan’s wandering mind back to the present.
She looked at Thomas Shannon in a daze. He was holding a new type of pistol, developed and manufactured by K Group. A hint of wicked amusement quirked his sexy, thin lips. "Want to give it a try?"
If he remembered correctly, she was not unfamiliar with pistols.
Her marksmanship was surprisingly good.
Sophie Sullivan reached out, wanting to take the pistol. However, Thomas Shannon grabbed her hand and pulled her into his embrace.
Her body pulled into his embrace, her back pressed tightly against his heated chest, Sophie Sullivan’s breathing became slightly erratic.
She turned her head slightly. "You said I could try, so what are you doing?"
"This pistol has a stronger recoil than revolvers. I’m afraid you won’t be able to handle it, so I’ll help you."
Sophie Sullivan was rendered speechless.
Just say you want to take advantage of me. Why bother with such a noble excuse?
"How will you help me?" Sophie Sullivan rolled her eyes irritably.
Thomas Shannon handed her the pistol. Sophie Sullivan gripped it tightly. The heavy weight in her hand told her she now held absolute power.
If only... she pointed the gun muzzle at Thomas Shannon. Everyone here would have to listen to her!
The moment this bold idea flashed through her mind, she dismissed it. The thought was thrilling, but executing it would be incredibly difficult. Armed personnel were everywhere. She was certain that the instant she pointed the gun at Thomas Shannon’s head, her own would be blown apart.
She held the pistol, testing its feel. Sophie Sullivan was satisfied.
Thomas Shannon held her hand, his chin resting on her shoulder. As he spoke, his warm breath fanned across her delicate neck.
"Aim at that bullet shell and get a feel for it."