Waking up tied to that chair, Dante was undoubtedly not in his right mind. Why else would he allow himself to be tortured like that? Why else would he let himself get punched and his fingers get severed?
Well, he did have a reason, even if it's a stupid one. To put it simply, he was punishing himself.
A legion of androids clad in dark cloaks appeared out of thin air. They stood motionless for a moment, then they all knelt around him.
'Find the jammer and expand its range,' Dante thought. 'And make sure nine of them get out of this place.'
[Understood.]
The androids took off right away, rushing to the door the hairy bastard slipped through. Dante returned his gaze to the armored truck he had brought out, then he turned to his left hand, now entirely fingerless.
