Of Course I'm Going to Kill You

"Black..."

"Present," the mechanical electronic voice replied.

"How much compensation does a Federation soldier or officer receive upon death?"

"Federation regulations stipulate the following death benefits for military personnel: 270,000 Star Coins for a private... 720,000 Star Coins for a major."

Inside this sealed metal room, Mu Fan quietly listened to the twenty-second report on compensation.

Colonel Kunton, whose brain was beginning to suffer mild oxygen deprivation, felt for the first time that time could be so agonizingly long.

His legs kicked desperately against the floor. He wanted to speak, but could not make any sound, only able to force the noises in his throat out bit by bit.

"Count all 104th Division members who died in this counteroffensive. Compensate their families at double the Federation's standard rate. Of course, deduct the money from our colonel's account."

Hearing Mu Fan's words, Kunton briefly felt as though he had heard a joke. But the hand around his throat, hard as steel, reminded him that this was no joke.

Especially when he heard the mechanical electronic voice respond, he almost thought he was hallucinating.

"Calculation complete. A total of 523 officers and soldiers died. All family accounts have been successfully identified. Total compensation: 422 million Star Coins. Remaining available funds: 41.37 million Star Coins... Mu Fan, are you sure you want to transfer this money to those fallen soldiers?"

That electronic voice was actually conversing with the private before him!

"Of course I'm sure. If I took this money, I'd be betraying my conscience. If I didn't take it, I'd be betraying what Colonel Kunton did." Mu Fan spoke calmly. This was the most basic bottom line of his character.

"Funds transfer initiated. Progress: 1%..."

Colonel Kunton's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as he began struggling violently. Yet beneath Mu Fan's