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Chapter 1552 Black Beast Team (Part 2)

1552, Black Beast Squad (Part 2)

"Hahahahaha! Don't be nervous, don't be nervous! If I really kill you, then who will give such a good guy like me a job to kill people?" 'Butcher' Bacheco laughed, but took two steps back to save himself from destruction.

He dodged under the aim of the two twin-mounted blaster machine guns of the robot.

It can be seen that this guy is not just a reckless man.

"Is it okay to just kill people?" came a voice that seemed a little feeble, and saw a thin and tall man in the queue asking: "What if you accidentally kill a civilian?"

The officer replied coldly: "Killing civilians on a hostile planet is worth 0.001 points."

"Then I have no problem." After saying this, the man fell silent again.

"You'd better not have any problems. The people of Roman Limonte Umbrella have been watching you for a long time... If you don't want to lie on the operating table and be dissected by those scientific madmen, then you should be more honest!" Officer!

He scolded sternly.

"Roman Limonte, this guy is a pervert..." Ramadan Biso whispered. But his expression looked a little excited and he licked his lips.

A-Sharad-Hite lowered his eyes and suppressed the discomfort in his heart.

He knew that this group of people were all heinous villains and criminals, and that no one, including Ramadan Biso, who had a good relationship with him, was normal. Not only was he abnormal, but he was also perverted! Heite even suspected that these people were mentally ill.

How much humanity still exists?

Bringing together the most vicious criminals and giving them what is known as the most advanced individual combat equipment in the galaxy... Separatist behavior is absolutely unacceptable! And they actually get points for killing civilians? In other words,

Does Dawn Planet officially adopt a tacit attitude towards things like massacre?

No, it can’t even be said to be acquiescence! It’s simply support!

Heite thought this in his heart, but couldn't help but glance at the tall and thin Roman Limont, because even without using the force, he could feel that this man was extraordinary. After all, he was just an ordinary person after training these days.

Totally unaffordable!

And this person doesn't seem to have much muscle or fat on his body. How could he withstand such training?

It's just that they are all in single cells, so they rarely communicate with each other. Only today did he feel a strong sense of disharmony from this person.

Not just in appearance, but also in the force...

It's not because this Roman Limont is Force-sensitive, but because in the perception of Force, this person is not a complete person at all, but more like a pieced together monster!

And now, he actually wants to join these perverted monsters, driving these CMC-300 powered armors that are very advanced and powerful at first glance, to massacre the soldiers of the Galactic Republic?

Heite closed his eyes in pain, but he also knew that he had no choice at all - he didn't want to die.

And what the officer said next made Hete feel as if he had fallen into an ice cave!

"Don't think of this matter too simply, bastards." The officer said coldly, "After you put on the power armor, it will be directly welded to death. Unless you use special equipment, it is impossible to get rid of it.

Take it off your body! And there are only two ways for you to take off this equipment - first, die on the battlefield! Second, reduce your sentence to zero!"

He looked at the criminals and added: "At the same time, in view of the high cost of this set of CMC-300 power armor, after putting on the armor, each of you will automatically add 20 years to the sentence as the cost of this set of armor!

Please kill me and atone for your sins!"

"Hahahaha!" There was another strange laugh. You didn't even have to look to know that it was Bacheko the Butcher.

"I want to know, if the armor is welded to death, what will happen if you eat, drink, and drink?" Roman Limonte asked.

"First of all, the helmet of the armor can be opened, and you can eat or drink whatever you want without being affected. As for excretion, the CMC-300 power armor has a complete circulatory system, and there will naturally be machinery to help you solve it. It's just this process, I can't guarantee it.

It will be very comfortable." The officer replied coldly.

He looked at the others and said: "Next, we will start training how to use this set of armors! In two weeks, these mechas will become your home! Hurry and enjoy the soft bed! Two weeks later, these mechas will become your home!

From now on, you will never be able to sleep again!"

"As for your code names, from today on, you are...Black Beast Team!"



The inner ring of the Milky Way, the Ondo galaxy, the outer orbit of the planet, and the Galactic Republic Medical Space Station.

"Order No. 66, have you received it?" said an attending physician in the medical space station.

"Kill all the Jedi." The commander of the space station security force waved his hand and said, "I don't know what the higher-ups are thinking. They want to kill all the Jedi so suddenly. Aren't you afraid of a riot?"

"I don't care what the leaders above think, but now we have two hot potatoes here..." the attending physician said, "What should we do about the two Jedi who just transferred here a few days ago? Do we want to kill them?

"

"What? You still want to disobey?" The commander glanced at him, "You should be glad that we don't have clone soldiers here! I know that as soon as Order 66 was issued, those clone soldiers went crazy.

, hunting down Jedi Knights everywhere. I heard that many people were involved in the battle and then killed by them!"

"I definitely won't disobey orders. But I'm also afraid that those two little girls will get into trouble..." The attending doctor said with a headache: "After all, they are Jedi warriors, and I heard that these two little girls seem to

Looks very powerful?”

"Oh? Have you heard about this? Who have you heard said that these two little girls are very powerful?" Luna-Huan asked with great interest.

"Ah, I have a friend who works as a logistician for the Jedi Order. He told me that the two sisters Luna Dream and Luna Phantom are regarded as the hope for the future in the Jedi Order." The attending physician said.

"It's a pity that I don't know who did it. They were injured on the battlefield and looked miserable when they were brought here."

"Hmph, do you think Count Dooku and those people are just gas-efficient?" the security commander said.

"I mean, if Order 66 had come a few days earlier, at least we could have killed them while they were recovering from their injuries." The attending doctor said, "Now that they are all awake, I am worried that something will happen."

"You can't kill them when you wake up? What a joke!" the security commander said, slapping the table.

"That's right! What are you afraid of? They will kill them!" Luna Huan also patted the table.

"It's just... I think those two little girls are really beautiful. Wouldn't it be a waste to kill them like this?" the security commander said, stroking his chin.




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