Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 214 04.0213: ‘You dare to open the naval officer’s box today, what do you want to do tomorrow? ’

Just as those rough hands stretched out towards her like eagle talons.

Plop!

With quick eyes and quick hands, Louise wrapped her backhand around the opponent's wrist and used her strength to pull the overseer staggering forward, causing him to fall forward with a thud.

Then she curled her arms vigorously, kicked her legs, pressed down, and performed a set of grappling skills smoothly, smashing the ugly face covered with pockmarks to the ground on the spot.

The plump lips were instantly scraped with cold and dirty rough material until they were bloody and bloody. The rows of black and yellow teeth on both sides of the front teeth were shattered to pieces.

"Uhhhhhh!! You little Bichi! Is this turning the world upside down?"

The overseer let out a scream of pain, and was filled with fear and fear. There was blood in his mouth mixed with broken teeth, and he was still struggling with inarticulate curses.

Who would have thought that this stupid young female worker with some skills would dare to attack him.

He cursed and tried to resist.

Louise was not polite and hit the man's most vulnerable spot with her knee on the spot.

Snap! ——

The sound of hip bones breaking was heard immediately.

"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"

The helpless supervisor instantly collapsed to the ground, huddled up in a ball, squirming like maggots, and howled like a pig being killed.

"Damn it, who doesn't want to rebel?" Several thugs inside heard the noise and rushed out. One of them even took out a short assault-style automatic gun, which looked very fierce.

call out! ——

The roar of an engine and the sound of a loudspeaker suddenly came from the sky outside the door.

"We are the Imperial Navy Garrison Law Enforcement Team! No one below is allowed to move! Anyone who resists will be treated as treason and will be killed without mercy!"

The automatic sentry cannon on the Avila landing craft, under the control of the Thinker array, aimed its black hole at the criminals below.

The sound of running leather shoes suddenly spread everywhere.

The orderly production line was interrupted instantly, and the chaotic sounds of running and shouting spread, mixed with a few unexpected screams. The ordinary workers inside looked at each other in horror, falling into a huge state of confusion.

The overseers who were able to look out were horrified to find that a large group of soldiers wearing scarlet uniforms, holding rifles, wearing ribbons and golden shoulder boards surrounded the building.

Even if they wanted to run to another factory from the stairs or the window, seize the shuttle and escape, the navy's gunboats would surround them in mid-air.

What's even more frightening is that these soldiers set up heavy weapons not far away. How can this momentum be used to enforce the law? He clearly looked like he was fighting a rebellion.

Wearing a deep and majestic indigo uniform, Horatio led the soldiers to attack the door with a saber-type power sword in one hand and a shining silver officer-type naval bolt pistol in the other.

"Imperial Navy search, surrender immediately!" he shouted.

But the supervisor with the short-blast automatic gun didn't know whether he was frightened or wanted to try to resist.

He was still holding the gun tremblingly, looking back and forth, his expression wavering.

"I say! Throw away the gun!" Horatio shouted, pointing his sword in his face.

While the man was still hesitating, Horatio fired unceremoniously.

With a bang, the upper half of the man's body was blown into pieces by naval bombs and was stuck on the wall. Blood and tissue fragments stuck to the thugs beside him.

"Jun, Junye, don't kill me...don't shoot..."

Seeing this miserable situation, the low-level thugs holding sticks screamed like hens, recovered from their frightened state, knelt on the ground one after another, dropped the spiked sticks in their hands, and raised their hands to beg for mercy.

Under the leadership of Horatio, the naval guards quickly took control of the gate. The guards used bayonets to drive the surrendered thugs to the wall, ordered them to hold the wall with both hands and turn their backs to everyone, and began to search their bodies.

"Horatio, the situation inside the factory is under control." Archie popped up from the factory and shouted to him.

When Horatio entered the printing house, Archie, who had sneaked in beforehand, had already led people to control the situation inside.

The boxes held by the infiltrators contained firearms.

At this time, these plainclothes soldiers were pointing their guns at those dishonest people and ordering everyone to kneel down.

Soldiers in red uniforms came from all directions.

They kicked open the doors of each room, arrested everyone they saw, and conducted careful searches.

People kept being pressed into the hall with bayonets, and occasionally the sound of laser fire could be heard. In this operation, they were given permission to shoot and kill the rebels.

Horatio came over with Louise.

He looked at the unpleasant smelling printing presses around him and frowned.

Walking to the paper outlet of a machine, there was already a thick stack of finished newspapers stacked there.

He struggled to twist a warm, sticky, inferior newspaper with his white-gloved hands and examined the contents.

The cost of materials used by these illegal newspaper printing plants is much cheaper than that of regular manufacturers.

The ink used has a pungent smell and is obviously harmful to human health, even if you intuitively judge it.

Paper is also recycled waste pulp that is melted and feels rough, thin and easily broken.

Such low-quality newspapers, relying on eye-catching rumors and scandals, are still selling well, so that the number of illegal printing plants opened privately is increasing.

Principal Elphinstone sent people to check out a batch, and soon a large number of them will sprout like mushrooms after a rain.

This is a typical case of ‘wildfires cannot be extinguished, spring breezes blow and they will spring again’.

He looked at the content of the newspaper intently, and Louise, who was almost as tall as him, curiously came up from behind him.

Her clear and sharp purple eyes widened as she scanned the title.

It was written on it: ‘Vice Admiral Alexander Hood, the head of the military intelligence department, was assassinated, and the internal power struggle of the Gothic Fleet was exposed! Is this a moral collapse or a distortion of human nature? ! ’

‘The Gothic Fleet was openly fighting internally, and the Vice Admiral became a victim of personal interests? ’

‘In-depth revelations! The shadow of haze shrouded the Gothic Fleet. Did the power struggle lead to yesterday's tragedy? What is the meaning of the fleet's existence? ’

A series of big words slandered the Gothic Fleet to pieces.

It seemed that all the events yesterday were caused by the Gothic Fleet's dereliction of duty and internal struggle.

Even the vice admiral himself was said to be the leader of a faction and was assassinated.

The content is distorted and exaggerated, and the words reveal the stench of conspiracy theory.

Even with such content, the scary thing is that it is written in a very realistic way, with ups and downs, tension and excitement, and suspense.

It is also mixed with rich content and various erotic and lustful scenes between the captain and the secretary, the director and the assistant, the staff and the officers, etc., which are vivid and eye-catching.

If Horatio did not know the inside story, outsiders who knew nothing about the fleet would be immediately brought into the rhythm as long as their judgment and identification ability were a little worse, and they would fall into deep disappointment and anger at the fleet's decadent and dark [current situation].

People with a little patriotism will inevitably start to criticize and criticize, and when the scale reaches a certain level, it will naturally cause a great uproar against the fleet.

It is even possible that a planet-level pilgrimage movement will break out.

It is enough to destroy all the public relations efforts of the Imperial Navy.

He was furious, but he still suppressed his anger and turned the newspaper over.

You don't know until you turn it over, and it's even more amazing when you turn it over.

The content divides the naval officers into several extremely opposing factions like the Roman Civil War, and there are also various small factions intertwined and infiltrated under them.

In order to increase credibility, it even adds some personal information of naval officers who have just joined the army.

Using a first-person perspective interview and tone of a naval officer, it tells how they can't help themselves after joining the navy and becoming officers, and are forced to stand in the military struggle under coercion and inducement.

The factional struggle in full swing within the Gothic Fleet is vividly described.

In other words, these guys are so bold that they opened the box of a dignified Imperial Navy officer.

A small illegal printing factory today has the ability to open the private information of a junior officer of the Imperial Navy. Then in the assassination of Vice Admiral Hood, the actions of the middle and high-level officers of the Navy have already been seen by the enemy, right?

Those who know this information about the navy are either the people of the Imperial Navy itself, or the superior department, that is, the Ministry of the Interior, and the part related to the state religion and the fleet.

But Horatio knows that naval officers are generally not short of money, and they are highly professional, and they are all people who have passed the assessment of the Star Domain Navy Department.

They have no reason to ruin their bright future for a little profit and let themselves jump into the abyss of no return.

Although there is no guarantee, after all, Chaos has many ways to infiltrate and manipulate people's will.

But the problem is likely to come from either the Ministry of the Interior or the state religion. Especially the latter, some signs have been shown in the investigation.

"It's unreasonable, bring their boss to me!" Horatio was furious, and threw the newspaper full of rumors, and his tone was as if he wanted to pull out the tendons and skin people.

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