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Special Agent Base.

Delton sat before the Cogitator.

The screen displayed surveillance footage of the Orbital Tower.

Adeptus Mechanicus ships left the spaceport, detached from near-Earth orbit, and the portholes were covered by heavy metal plates.

Under the protection of the Geller Field, the entire ship transformed into a stream of light, entering the Warp.

The Magos of the Adeptus Mechanicus, representing the Forge World of Deimos, had departed.

He took away Li Nuo's potion samples, leaving behind a contract protected by both Imperial law and the Adeptus Mechanicus.

Due to the confidentiality of the involved personnel, no one knew the specific contents of the contract.

But no one doubted the significance of this contract.

It would permanently change Isabel's position within the Kram family.

At the same time, it would officially bring the name "Li Nuo" into the view of the Hive nobles, making him a topic and target of intense discussion.

In this situation, was it really okay to continue the assassination attempts on "Li Nuo"?

"I didn't expect Li Nuo to finalize the deal today. It's really beyond my expectations."

Delton's brow furrowed, feeling somewhat uneasy.

A month ago, the Governor arranged for Chekhov to personally conduct an assassination test on Li Nuo.

For the past month, Isabel had been with Li Nuo, preventing Chekhov from launching a sneak attack.

Now that the contract was concluded, Li Nuo would likely resume traveling alone.

That idiot Chekhov never paid attention to anything outside of his missions and could act at any moment.

Regardless of whether Li Nuo could survive Chekhov's assassination, the impact of the Adeptus Mechanicus's contracted party being assassinated immediately after reaching an agreement would be terrible.

"No, I have to advise the Governor to abandon the assassination test on Li Nuo."

Delton initiated a communication request.

After the prompt tone, the communication connected.

The person appearing on the communication screen was the Governor's daughter, Tido, not the Governor himself.

"Delton, my father is currently discussing the tithe for next year with the heads of various families and doesn't have time to deal with official business at the moment. Just tell me what's on your mind."

Delton frowned slightly and asked:

"If I remember correctly, the Governor has been meeting with the heads of various families since this morning, hasn't he? Hasn't it ended yet?"

A trace of worry flashed across Tido's face, as if an invisible hand had clutched her heart:

"The meeting room is very noisy. The families harvested a lot of Ghost Mushrooms from the auction. They want to use Ghost Elixir to pay next year's tithe. This wouldn't be a problem in itself, but large-scale cultivation of Ghost Mushrooms will reduce crop yields. In severe cases, the Hive's food supply will be in short supply, which could easily trigger an uprising among the underhive residents. Father is trying to persuade the families to reduce the production of Ghost Mushrooms to ensure food supply self-sufficiency as much as possible."

Delton asked:

"Doesn't growing Ghost Mushrooms require corpses? Where did those families get so many corpses?"

Tido touched her chin with her fingertip, recalling briefly:

"I heard that the Lewi family found a type of starch that can replace corpses. This starch comes from another Imperial world called Necromunda. The Lewi family has reached a preliminary cooperation with a Hive Governor of Necromunda, who is willing to provide starch for our Hive's Ghost Mushroom industry. The supply price is still being discussed."

"Oh, I see." Delton pondered for a few seconds, "Please tell the Governor after he finishes the meeting that I have something to discuss with him."

"Okay, I'll write it down."

The two ended the communication.

Delton crossed his arms, delving into recalling information about Necromunda.

The history of this Imperial world is very long, dating back to the Dark Age of Technology. It was one of the Hive Worlds that joined the Empire as soon as the Great Crusade began.

Necromunda is a standard high-level Hive World.

It has more than a thousand Hive clusters, each cluster consisting of several to a dozen Hives, with each Hive having a population ranging from several hundred million to several billion.

The total population of the entire planet may be over a trillion.

The number of merchant guilds in Necromunda is more than ten times that of Epimeteus, and there is also a type of merchant guild that other Hives do not have, called the Corpse Guild.

As the name suggests, the Corpse Guild refers to merchant guilds specifically responsible for the recycling and disposal of corpses.

To date, Necromunda is the only Imperial world specifically authorized by the Imperial Department of Law to conduct corpse trading and recycling.

The starch that Tido mentioned that can replace corpses is a specialty of Necromunda - Corpse Starch.

At last month's auction, several representatives from Necromunda appeared.

It is estimated that it was at that time that the Lewi family contacted a certain Governor of Necromunda and reached a preliminary cooperation.

Delton looked at the time. It was 8 PM.

Lord Voges was old and frail and would probably not last more than an hour or two.

He hoped that in these one or two hours, that idiot Chekhov would not cause any trouble.

Thinking this, Delton retrieved the Hive's surveillance footage, searching for Li Nuo's whereabouts.

In case something unexpected happened, he had to promptly dispatch personnel to help, to prevent the situation from getting out of control.

"Found him. This kid is quite leisurely, his mouth is about to grin from ear to ear."

In the surveillance footage, Li Nuo was walking towards the elevator alone, with a smile on his face, looking like he was in high spirits because of a happy event.

Of course, he would be happy to close a big deal.

Who would be crestfallen because they were about to make a lot of money?

According to Isabel's precise calculations, after deducting all costs and taxes, every 10,000 tons of Promethium refining residue could create a net profit of about 1 million credits for the two of them, equivalent to 1,000 Throne Gelt.

A year later, with 100,000 tons of residue arriving in the Hive every day, the daily profits would reach a terrifying 10,000 Throne Gelt.

This production and operation model could be replicated. In the future, when there were new sources of Promethium refining residue, all that was needed was standardized expansion.

Roughly speaking, in about seven or eight months at most, he would be able to gather 0.5% of the tithe in materials, meeting the Governor's requirements.

Marrying a wife was secondary. The key was that the Governor's position was too convenient and tempting.

Now, even if he made some inventions and creations, he would be targeted by competitors, extraterrestrial visitors, partners, and the like.

Once he became the Governor, who would dare to explore how his inventions and creations came about?

Anyone who disagreed would be suppressed and strangled!

At that time, he wouldn't have to do it himself. Just his supporters and the Governor's Guard would be able to clean up those with ill intentions.

Li Nuo was fantasizing about the future when he suddenly felt a prickling sensation on his back, and alarm bells rang in his mind.

The killing intent perception ability granted by the [Predatory Instinct Potion] was activated, and his body, which had been strengthened dozens of times by the Mad Doctor's Witchcraft Potion, immediately entered combat mode.

Li Nuo turned his head lightning-fast, and a subsonic bolt round was spinning towards him.

His reaction speed, far exceeding that of ordinary people, was activated, and the flow of time was slowed down more than ten times. The flight speed of the bolt round was reduced again and again in Li Nuo's eyes, and the airflow texture on the warhead was clearly visible.

Li Nuo revealed a faint smile that was difficult to detect.

Heh, I knew I would be subjected to an assassination arranged by the Governor today.

For the past month, Isabel has been with me every time I went out, and I haven't given the assassin a chance to act. He must have been stifled.

Looking into the distance, Li Nuo saw the assassin on the roof of a building a thousand meters away.

The man was covered in a black cloak. Judging from the outline of the fabric, he was a genuine strongman, and his combat power was definitely not low.

This person was using a subsonic bolt round and a bolter sniper rifle to snipe him remotely, without any signs of holding back.

Very well, then he wouldn't show any mercy this time either.

Since you are an assassin, you must have been prepared to be counter-killed.

Li Nuo stepped down, and the bolt round howled towards him, but he nimbly dodged it.

"Bang!" The bolt round hit the ground, exploding into a large area of poisonous mercury.

"What?! He can actually dodge a subsonic bolt round!?!" Delton stood up from the table with a whoosh, his pupils shrinking sharply, staring intently at the Cogitator's screen.

On the other side, the assassin who was sniping Li Nuo from the roof of the building also screamed like he had seen a ghost:

"Damn it! Why can this guy dodge a subsonic bolt round?! What the hell is this freak?!"

The assassin's voice was a harsh electronic synthesized sound.

He slung the gun on his back and pressed the button on his belt.

"Zzzzz——" A current sound swept across the cloak, and the optical camouflage was activated. The cloak covered the assassin's body, leaving only slight light and shadow wrinkles in the air.

At the same time as the assassin entered the invisible state, Li Nuo dragged afterimages and rushed into the alley on the side of the road like a whirlwind.

In the dark area where the light could not reach, he activated the fungal ability - optical stealth, becoming a completely transparent mysterious existence.

At this moment, Delton lost sight of both the assassin and Li Nuo at the same time.

He quickly switched surveillance cameras, but he still couldn't find any trace of the two.

The underhive's surveillance does not have infrared sensing capabilities, nor can it accurately scan the electromagnetic signals of optical stealth devices.

The cloak on that assassin was obviously high-end goods from the Governor's Guard.

It was reasonable that he could not be found by surveillance cameras.

But why couldn't Li Nuo be found either?

Where did this kid go?

Delton raised his eyebrows. Could it be... Li Nuo mastered a psychic power that could make him invisible?

"Bang."

A muffled sound came from a certain surveillance screen.

Delton fixed his eyes and looked.

I saw a burly figure waving his arm to block in the narrow alley.

His metal arm swept to the right, blocking the brick thrown at his face.

The figure lifted the cloak and threw it away, revealing a body covered with steel blocks and metal pipes. His eyes wandered in the alley, facing the air and said:

"Heh, you're quite capable. Not only can you become invisible, but you can also find me from an invisible state. Show yourself, let's have a head-on confrontation."

The person speaking was the Governor's top thug, the current captain of the 8th Guard, Chekhov.

He drew the chainsword from his leg.

“Buzz buzz buzz—crack crack crack crack.”

The chainsaw sword's chain spun rapidly, emitting bursts of sound.

Chekhov swung the sword left and right, chopping wildly, trying to force Li Nuo out.

However, no one was injured by the blade, and no second figure appeared in the alley.

Chekhov leaned against the wall, rapidly running the scanning implants in his body.

Sonic radar, optical imaging scanner, odor tracker, psionic sniffer, electromagnetic scanner, magnetic field signal identifier…

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The results of various scanners all pointed to the same conclusion:

In the alley, besides himself, there was no one else.

“Damn it, you actually slipped away. Hmph, I'll let you off this time, but next time, I'll definitely get my revenge.”

Chekhov prepared to activate the optical camouflage cloak again to leave this place.

“Bang crash—”

The sound of glass shattering made Chekhov pause.

Looking up, the surveillance camera responsible for monitoring this alley was smashed by something.

Glass shards slid down from above, reflecting starlight-like brilliance under the streetlights, and the wires inside the camera crackled and sparked.

This scene made Chekhov slightly distracted.

In that instant, at the location of the surveillance camera, a transparent figure pounced silently from there.

“Beep beep beep—” Chekhov's scanning implants emitted a series of alarms.

In his holographic vision, a blurry figure in an invisible state was outlined by red lines, rapidly approaching him from the rooftop.

“Ha, found you.”

Chekhov raised the burst-ammo sniper rifle, just about to pull the trigger, when suddenly his body shook and his eyes glazed over.

“Crack.” His cranial electroshock device timely awakened him from the trance.

The approaching needle rapidly magnified in Chekhov's eyes.

Chekhov hurriedly dodged, gripping the sword hilt and swinging upwards.

Before he could complete this set of movements, he fell into a trance again.

This time, his cranial electroshock device failed to protect him.

Chekhov's eyes lost focus, and his brain turned to mush.

A needle pierced his face, not painful or itchy, just a little numb.

A second later, Chekhov regained consciousness, pulled out the needle from his cheek, tossed it to the ground, and waved the chainsaw sword left and right, activating the scanner to search for his opponent's whereabouts.

“Huff… huff…”

The heavy breathing became slower and slower, the intervals between inhaling and exhaling longer and longer.

Finally, in a desperate whimper, Chekhov exhaled his last breath, collapsing to the ground like a pile of scrap metal.

The needle he had thrown on the ground disappeared.

The alley was deathly silent; no second person had appeared from beginning to end, as if it was all Chekhov's one-man show.

After a long while.

Rapid footsteps approached from afar.

Two Governor's agents in special forces gear rushed into the alley.

“Hiss—dead? Chekhov is actually dead?”

Wick looked incredulously at the life-sign scanning results in his holographic vision, feeling that the scene before him was unbelievable.

This was the captain of the 8th Guard, a humanoid mechanical berserker, a powerful figure who could smash through reinforced concrete with a single punch.

Yet he died in this nameless alley, like a stray dog!

Mona scanned left and right with her gun, slowly approaching Chekhov, turning the other's body over, face up.

The tiny needle hole on the corpse's face entered Mona's vision.

She took out a divining instrument for scanning and said in a deep voice:

“Chekhov died from poisoning. A highly toxic venom stopped his heart. The weapon should be a needle from a syringe.”

Wick stepped forward, glanced at the refraction field generator on Chekhov's waist, and asked puzzledly:

“Why didn't Chekhov's force field activate?”

“Because the mass and speed of the needle were below the threshold, the refraction field emitter did not recognize it as a threat. The person who killed Chekhov seized this loophole and injected the venom into Chekhov's body.”

Mona stood up and looked up at the surveillance camera not far away.

She activated the communication and said:

“Sir, Chekhov is dead, and the surveillance at the scene has also been destroyed. You should be able to see the situation here through our combat recorder.”

“Yes, I saw it.” Delton's voice sounded in the communication channel:

“You and Wick bring the body back, and then stand by at the base. I may have new tasks for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Delton ended the communication with the agents, turned to look at the Thinker, and spread his hands towards Voges on the screen:

“Sir, I'm very sorry. My agents were one step late. Someone died, but fortunately, the deceased was not Li Nuo.”

Voges in the picture had just finished a long meeting.

He smoked heavily, his brow furrowed, his aged face full of exhaustion, sorrow, and regret.

He couldn't even consider what impact Chekhov's death would have.

A letter that had just been sent through the local Star Language Court made his mood extremely complicated.

The sender of this letter was the Forge World of Deimos.

…

Respected Governor-General of Aepimeth,

Today, our representatives have reached a business cooperation with one of your hive dwellers, which is beneficial to both Deimos and Aepimeth.

Under the guidance of the Omnissiah, the Forge World of Deimos has long produced the weapons, equipment, and engines needed by the Imperial Guard.

However, for reasons we all know, even the purest manufacturing process will produce some filthy waste.

We currently have a large amount of promethium refining residue that needs to be harmlessly treated, and there will be more in the future.

Although these residues do not have direct strategic value, if they are not properly handled, they will cause unnecessary burdens on Mars, Phobos, and even the planetary system where Terra is located.

After careful evaluation and negotiation, we have signed a mutually beneficial contract with Mr. Li Nuo, a hive dweller in your hive city.

The full content of the contract can be viewed through the appendix.

We believe that this cooperation will further strengthen the connection between Deimos and Aepimeth and bring prosperity and prosperity to both of us and the entire Empire.

We look forward to your positive response and wish the cooperation a complete success.

May the light of the Omnissiah guide us.

Forge World Deimos, Manufacturing Deputy Supervisor, Slan.

Appendix: “Contract Shadow Copy”.

…

The content of the contract made Voges break out in a cold sweat.

He saw the calculated figure for the annual net profit—3.65 million Throne Gelts.

He saw the new type of potion recognized by the Adeptus Mechanicus and the new technology for preparing synthetic starch.

He also saw the inventor of the potion and new technology, the holder of the patent, and the biggest beneficiary of the 3.65 million Throne Gelts annual net profit.

This person was none other than Li Nuo, who he had sent assassins to test his ability to protect himself.

Voges's right hand holding the pipe trembled violently, his eyes flickered, and sweat dripped down like raindrops.

He was not a professional, but that did not prevent him from understanding the enormous value behind the new technology and new potion!

The entire Empire has so much useless promethium refining residue that needs to be treated; they are despised like dung.

But!

From today onwards, these previously despised useless things will be transformed into food by Li Nuo's potion and technology, feeding many poor people struggling on the hunger line!

The Empire's population explosion is likely to occur because of this!

It was unimaginable what would happen to him, the Governor, if the person who died in the alley was Li Nuo!

“Delton! Bring bring bring bring Li Nuo… bring Li Nuo to the Throne District… quickly, hurry! Send all the veteran agents under your command to protect him!”

“Yes, sir. I will send the agents out immediately.”

Voges stood up trembling, every piece of fat on his body shaking.

He didn't bother to close the communication channel, turned around and rushed out of the house, shouting as he ran:

“Tido! Tido! My daughter! Change clothes quickly! Hurry! Put on your prettiest dress!”

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