The hidden heir of Wayne

One fifty three: Happiest memory turns to saddest

Ivan had never seen such a wide range of weapons collected together before. The room was mightier than the bedroom he was staying at with his wife which was one of the largest rooms in the entire villa.

Shot guns, pistols, laser guns, bow and arrow, swords, knives, even weapons that Ivan couldn't make out what they happened to be!

He didn't know how to react to such a scene.

The place was like a mythical cave in a story with some winged stone creatures as decorations and fake flame torches.

At least he felt they were fake.

The weapons were hung from the top to the floor of the tall walls. Shelves of all shapes and sizes were numbered in the room carrying other weapons as well.

Some were in a show glass placed on tables and some were opened on the shelves.

“What do you think? The security team also has designated weapons here but don't worry, they are all licensed.” Mr Bank assured him.

Licensed or not, they were all dangerous weapons that would effortlessly kill a man.

“So, loo