At this point, Yellow Falcon suddenly pulled out a gun from who knew where and said, "I'll shoot it."
The other bosses didn't even have time to register the fact that he had somehow gotten the weapon past the multiple layers of security everyone had had to go through prior to entering the conference. Instead, they met his decision with a series of protests.
"You can't!"
"This is a controlled lock. If you try to force it open, it'll end up being completely impossible to open."
They had chosen this particular hotel to hold their business conference for its extensive security precautions and high-quality equipment. Yet ironically, the aforementioned technology was the very reason they were all trapped like animals right now. Furthermore, everyone had been required to cut off communication with their people on the outside in order to prevent anyone from conspiring an attack.
They were, in short, completely isolated.
