"Hehe, we're villains, but only a few dozen people at most have died by our hands. Meanwhile, you wiped out hundreds of thousands in one go. What does that make you?"
Harley Quinn looked Rick over with a teasing gaze, her tone full of mockery.
That was true. They were called "villains," but in reality, only a few dozen people at most had died at their hands. Most of it had been gang shootouts or revenge killings, while people like Deadshot simply did jobs for money. Even Captain Boomerang, a bona fide villain, had only killed a countable number of people.
Unless they were deranged psychopaths who killed for pleasure, villains like them generally had clear motives behind what they did.
Yet even people with blood on their hands like them were branded villains. So what should this be called, when the American government—or rather, Amanda—had caused the deaths of hundreds of thousands in Midway City?
This should count as a crime against humanity, shouldn't it?
Where did the American government get the nerve to claim it represented justice? Where did it get the nerve to judge others?
The next time it went after criminals, could it arrest itself first?
If it would not punish its own crimes, what right did it have to punish the crimes of others?
In any case, Harley Quinn and the other villains had always looked down on the American government. Now, it seemed even more laughable.
"This was all an accident. None of this should have happened. None of us wanted things to turn out this way."
Rick had nothing to say, but he still tried to defend himself.
"Why worry about all that? Let's just go kill those two demons first. They seem to be planning to make the altar even bigger, which