"Damn it, one day I'm going to rip the heads off these bastards and kick them like balls, using their blood and guts as decorations in my bedroom."
The Hammer Team wasn't afraid of death, nor how intense the battle could get. On the contrary, the Hammer Team loved the thrill of killing on the edge of life and death and was very willing to take on high-risk tasks.
But... this time it's different.
Hammer took no joy in killing those mercenaries this time.
The faces of those mercenaries showed no fear at the loss of their companions, as if he'd only stomped on some irrelevant ants. Even when caught and torn apart by him, the victims had no extreme reaction; no screams, no wails, as if they were robots.
The feeling of 'Is this really the end? No way, these can't be just small fries, can they?'
Which man could accept this scene?
