Two long-necked crocodiles were tied up and shivering against an iron pillar.
Hatway controlled the Wasteland Armor and gestured at them: "The company has repeatedly ordered against false claims. You two brazenly came to scam the company's relocation subsidies, not much skill, but quite some nerve."
"Just trying to make a living..."
The voice of one of the long-necked crocodiles came through a translator: "Although we don't live here permanently, we occasionally come by, so we're considered half-residents, aren't we... Please, let us go... We don't want the subsidies anymore, isn't that fine?"
"Cut the crap!"
Hatway was furious: "Damn it, you're all shameless, do you believe I'll shoot you right here on the spot!"
It raised its mechanical prosthetic limb, aiming the Gatling gun on its arm at the two long-necked crocodiles.
The two con artists were so scared their eyes turned green.
"Don't shoot, don't shoot!"
"Let's talk it out... Please, don't shoot, we're begging you..."
