Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 203 03.0202: ‘‘A gluttonous feast’’

The queue in front of the bar was almost as big as Horatio and Judge Ravenor.

It is impossible to carry out such a mission without weapons.

But the reason why he did not choose to attack by force was to avoid alerting the enemy and avoid arresting the target while he was running away.

But now you have to go through the security gate. If you are discovered here, all your efforts will be wasted.

Horatio glanced at the inquisitor, and the moment their eyes met knowingly, the inquisitor raised the corners of his lips and smiled, and then continued to pretend to be drunk and crazy.

His disguised agent was supporting the smug and drunk 'little foreman' beside him.

The Inquisitor and his agents pushed and shoved through the security gate without triggering the alarm.

It's not that they don't carry weapons, it's that the alien weapons they carry are not made of metal at all.

With the crude inspection equipment in the hands of these gang members, they could not identify the advanced alien weapons of the Inquisition agents.

Inquisitor Ravenor turned his eyes, glanced back at Horatio, and raised his eyebrows, as if to say 'We're done, it's your turn, boys. ’

Horatio put his iron hand on Louise's shoulders and rubbed her shoulders.

He and Louise pretended to be a bikie couple and walked by arm in arm.

Both of them smelled like a mixture of low-quality engine oil and promethium that was unique to motorcycle gangs. It was very pungent and fit the image of the Chaodu motorcycle gang.

The exaggerated punk-style studded leather jackets worn by the two are old and worn, making people wonder if they were passed down from their grandparents.

"Hmph, the two chicks raised by Bichi, a bikie, stole the clothes of adults." A gunman with a mouth full of fangs and unclean marks on his head and face sneered incoherently.

"Hahahahaha!"

Horatio and Louise ignored the ridicule and staggered through the security gate, arm in arm.

Didi didi!

The detector chirped as it passed over Horatio's body.

"Huh? Go and have a look. If you bring a gun in, I'll beat you to a pulp." The cultist guard threatened.

The two men ran metal detectors over Horatio and patted his pockets.

It was eventually determined that the chirping was due to his iron hand.

One of the guards raised Horatio's iron arm and shook it at the leader.

"I lost my arms playing with motorcycles." The strong man sneered.

He curled his lips and motioned for them to come in angrily.

Of course Horatio had weapons on him, two of them.

One is a naval bolt pistol that turns into metallic liquid and is sucked into the iron hand, and the other is an anti-detection combat dagger made of a full polymer handle and a single-molecule material for the blade.

Louise also carries such daggers, one on the side of her boot and one under her right forearm. The latter only needs to flick her hand down hard, and the handle of the knife can slip into her hand and stab into the enemy's vitals.

The lights inside were messy and dim, and the sound was very harsh and noisy. The whole bar was like a chaotic dance of demons, which made people dazzled and distracted.

The signboard on the bar is made of a rough leather stitching, with the words 'Wrath of the Abandoned Warriors' written in large and twisted characters in blood.

From the size, texture and color of the leather, as well as the strings of black iron rings that tied the leather together, Horatio had reason to believe that it was the epidermis of the human back.

The wines on the bar are all specialty spirits from Xiachao. They are stored in barrels of industrial fermentation tanks equipped with hydraulic devices and hung behind the waiter and above his head.

Evil devils and skulls were crudely painted on the jars with low-quality paint, and their empty eyes were scary.

These dirty, old industrial fermentation tanks contain all kinds of specialty ‘fine wines’ from Xia nest.

Wild snake wine with the bitter taste of snake gall is soaked in wild pythons, rotten belly wine secretly brewed by factory foremen using industrial fusel alcohol, and all kinds of food waste and scraps are mixed together. If you drink too much, you will go blind. Second best'…

A bar run by a cultist is naturally not normal.

People here have a cult drinking method: cut their hands with a knife, and then squeeze the blood into the wine to taste.

It is said that with the blessing of evil power, the bitterness and burning in the wine will transform into a wonderful power that makes people extremely excited.

"What do you want? Today we also have freshly slaughtered meat, green dogs and black dogs from the Scum Empire.

Thank you god Khorne for giving us food. These oppressors certainly did not expect that one day they would be served as a side dish by the ‘garbage’ in their mouths! "

"I want it! I want it! Give me the flesh of my oppressor!!!"

A tall, muscular man who was the chef brought a large iron plate from the back kitchen, which was filled with a mountain of meat composed of severed limbs that had undergone Maillard reaction.

A strong aroma of barbecue lingered in the bar. This unusual burning aroma made Horatio swallow his saliva.

He immediately woke up and found it inconceivable that he would have such a strange physiological reaction, as if some kind of force was tempting him to take a bite of fresh meat of the same kind.

Louise Zhongroshan saw a severed human palm, a certain Zhongchao quite classic brass wedding ring on the ring finger, and more things that were so taboo that they were not allowed to be described.

"Uh-huh..." She immediately turned around and leaned against Horatio, pretending to be charming.

Louise suppressed retching and only made a small sound.

She knew very well that the truly hungry people would be hungry and thirsty as soon as they saw meat, no matter what kind of meat it was, and would never react like her.

So she had to maintain her disguise and not let anyone see through her.

She pretended to be so excited that in the eyes of the "observers" holding guns on the scene, this motorcycle punk girl seemed to be so excited about the flesh and blood of the "oppressor" that she couldn't help but be intimate with her target, and was grateful that he brought her here to taste the "delicious food".

Horatio rubbed her back, followed her disguise, and relieved her physical discomfort.

To be honest, if he hadn't kept his stomach empty for safety reasons before coming here.

He also took the strong tranquilizer given to him by Sister Arabella, otherwise he would probably have vomited.

Now, under the effect of the drug and the hatred of the enemy, his face was not only expressionless, but even cold, and he looked extremely calm in this bar full of demons.

Outsiders saw his expression, and the emotions he showed were as natural and smooth as the disgust of the people around him towards the imperial soldiers.

"Give me this piece! That head! That head!"

These abandoned people who lived in the dark nest all day long were extremely excited. They rushed to the bar with pale and wrinkled bodies, picking out the meaty parts.

The tall chef with muscles all over his body and wearing an iron triangle directly scooped up the meat with a plate and threw it to these hungry people.

Inquisitor Ravenno watched all this coldly, put the bottle to his mouth, and drank the inferior wine.

The camera probe on his collar recorded all these blasphemous acts.

It left sufficient evidence for the necessary extreme force to be used later.

Horatio and the Inquisitor were waiting, waiting for the signal of Yoyo.

The half-cat girl wearing a tattered cloak curled up in the corner, chewing the dry food she brought with her.

She looked like a pathetic subhuman tramp picking up leftovers to fill her stomach.

Her pupils were erected, penetrating the dim light, scanning the field carefully and vigilantly.

The target has not appeared yet.

That is the manager of this bar, an important figure of the Howling Teeth Gang.

In order to operate the many underground industries of the Howling Teeth Gang, this person will expose his whereabouts from time to time, which is the best entry point.

The Inquisitor is confident that he can pry the whereabouts of the sect behind him from this guy's mouth.

He hopes that the target will appear soon.

Otherwise, if he stays here for too long without buying something, he will soon attract the attention of the "observers" on the field.

He doesn't want to have another bottle of "Second Best" that burns his stomach, or eat human flesh in front of the recording probe.

"Boss, Boss." Yoyo jumped over, pretending to pick up garbage at Horatio's feet, and called him softly.

The cat ears moved like two detection radars.

She winked at Horatio frantically.

Horatio followed her vertical pupil and looked at a man with a long, straight Mohawk shaved like a broom, and half of his skull was used as a mask on his face.

"I think the target has appeared." Horatio sent a codeword to other Inquisition agents.

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