"Indeed, this is the demeanor one would expect from a smuggler with ideals, aspirations, and principles... hold on, this sounds like a rather young female voice This old master doesn't recall your ship having any beautiful women.",Dozens of electromagnetic pulse rifles blazed with flashes, their dull booms sending hundreds of steel nails hurtling into the smoke. Immediately, a chorus of horrifying screams, mingled with the sickening sounds of mangled limbs and torn flesh, filled the air. A dense fog of blood and viscera, thick enough to choke on, spread with a frenzied pace.,If they were truly "naturally" bred beasts, they would never dare to charge headlong into a hail of bullets. This perception, which surpasses common sense, represents the unknown and naturally breeds panic.。