Count Costantino immediately shrank back in alarm: "You... who exactly are you?"
Wilson replied calmly, "Your most loyal friend."
Count Costantino stared at him for a long moment, finally nodding forcefully, "Very well, I believe you. How many guns can you get?"
"Enough for your needs." Wilson sipped his coffee, lifting his eyelids slightly. "However, you'll only get a hundred for now. You know, my employer is a businessman—he wishes to see some proof of your strength before investing further."
Count Costantino's heart pounded violently. If the organization could truly secure a large cache of weapons, then the great cause of Italian unification would be achieved at least ten years earlier!
He took a deep breath and asked, "How should I demonstrate our strength?"
"Very simple..."
More than ten days later.
