Chapter 2186
The atmosphere was relaxed.
Gang members, assassins, and professional soldiers all had different mindsets when it came to killing their own kind.
Gang members felt fear—not fear of taking the lives of their own kind, but fear of the legal punishment their actions would bring.
The police would hunt them down. If they were captured, whether they were sent to the gallows or locked in prison, neither would be a pleasant experience.
And that fear would follow them for a very long time.
Although the Federation had something called a statute of limitations, criminals who had already been charged and issued Wanted Orders were not covered by it.
Wanted Orders were valid at all times. As long as they carelessly exposed their identities, they could face a trial under the law.
Assassins were calm when killing. Afterward, they felt empty, and sometimes even uneasy.
After killing enough people, they would sometimes ask themselves what meaning or value there was in killing and staying alive.
It was a very complicated philosophical question. Even scholars who had studied philosophy their entire lives could not answer it.
They had grown used to watching their own kind die before one cold order after another. Society as a whole, the world as a whole, was cold, like a machine.
There was not the slightest bit of tenderness, not the slightest bit of warmth.
That was why assassins were sometimes moved by the smallest things, and then foolishly lost their lives because of it.
What they longed for was salvation that could break through this environment and society—to save themselves and save others.
As for soldiers, with faith and motivation, killing was like... an ordinary job.
You would not feel particularly uneasy, afraid, or empty about your work. At most, you would only feel