"Ha ha ha ha! Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! If I really killed you all, who would bring me such fine tools for killing?" Butcher Bacheco burst out laughing, yet took two steps back, moving himself out of the sights of the Destroyer droid's twin-linked blaster machine guns.
It was clear that he was not merely a reckless brute.
"Is killing people all that is required?" A somewhat listless voice came from the ranks. A tall, thin man spoke up and asked, "What if I accidentally kill civilians?"
The officer answered coldly, "Killing civilians from hostile planets earns 0.001 points."
"Then I have no problem with that." Having said this, the man fell silent once more.
"You'd better not have any problems, Romarimonte. Umbrella has had its eyes on you for a long time... If you don't want to lie on an operating table and be dissected by those mad scientists, then behave yourself!" the officer barked.
"Romarimonte, that guy's a freak..." Ramadan Biso muttered. Yet his expression was somewhat excited, and he even licked his lips.
A'Sharad Hett lowered his eyes, forcibly suppressing the discomfort in his heart.
He knew that this group consisted entirely of utterly vile villains and criminals. Even Ramadan Biso, whom he got along with fairly well, was no exception. Not a single one of them was normal. Not only were they abnormal—they were perverts! Hett even wondered how much humanity remained in their hearts.
Gathering together the most vicious criminals and issuing them what was supposedly the most advanced individual combat equipment in the Milky Way Galaxy... What the Separatists were doing was absolutely unacceptable! And they could even earn points for killing civilians? In other words, Dawn Star Planet's government tacitly approved of massacring entire cities?
No, it could not even be