A Little Fragile

Although they called them weapons, in fact, all they had were a bunch of stickers. Because there were not enough, some of them were made from brooms and mops. It was rather shabby, actually. A man named Jerry rushed inside while muttering, "My broom seems a little fragile. It's not as strong as my fist..." Hugo coughed lightly and brought up the morale. "Ahem, it's okay. We'll have the proper equipment in the future. Let's save them first!" "Everyone, charge!" They rushed into the restaurant in a mighty manner. Seeing that, the killers standing guard were about to warn their comrades when they were knocked down by Hugo, James, and the others. Except for some muffled groans, they didn't make any sound. "Jerry, tie him up. Stay here and keep watch!" "Got it!" Jerry nodded solemnly, and then the three killers who had been knocked down were tied together with their backs against each other. Hugo and James waved their hands and led the others to look for the entrance of the basement. In the