Kyuu-sei understood what Motoko meant and immediately assured her, "Don't worry, Motoko. I'm still the same person I was before. Those people at Hanka Robotics have been brought to justice. I won't be consumed by hatred anymore."
This guy looks handsome and cool, but the second he opens his mouth, his mystique goes straight down the drain. Looks like God is fair after all.
Andrew silently snarked to himself. Then he opened the door, walked in, and took the seat at the head of the table. He got straight to the point. "Let's skip the pleasantries. I called you here for two things. First, we need to discuss your roles."
Everyone looked puzzled. "Our roles? What do you mean?"
"You're powerful. You're war weapons. The problem is, there's no war anymore."
Andrew asked, "What do you plan to do next?"
"Keep doing what we did before, of course. Catch criminals."
Batou said casually, "With this body, catching criminals will definitely be easier."
The members of Section 9 nodded. They had the same idea. By contrast, Kyuu-sei and his people looked rather lost. They had been criminals before. Surely they couldn't go back to their old line of work?
"Just catching criminals would be a waste of your abilities."
Andrew said, "I want you to become real superheroes, each responsible for a city, or even a country. Besides helping the police catch criminals, you'll also be responsible for saving people. For example, if a fire suddenly breaks out, you need to be there immediately to rescue them.
"You'll also need to do anything else that helps people. That's what a superhero is."
Everyone was a little stunned. Batou blinked and asked, "With all that work, how will our pay be calculated?"
Everyone stared at Batou speechlessly. Such a noble profession, and