Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 220 04.0219: ‘Look what I found?’

With the help of alcohol, Horatio began to do some calculations in his mind.

The reward for a labor informant, no matter how small the money is, must be a hundred dollars.

But if you count the huge number of informants, hundreds of dollars for ordinary information, thousands of dollars for high-quality intelligence, plus the remuneration of the middlemen, the monthly expenses are not a small amount.

For an underground intelligence network that is not a formal organization, cannot be put on the table, and cannot apply for funds through the formal procedures of the Ministry of the Interior due to confidentiality requirements, it should not receive any official funding support.

But fortunately, the imminent funding problem has been alleviated to a certain extent due to the personal funding of Lieutenant General Hood.

Lieutenant General Alexander Hood paid most of the bills out of his own pocket in the form of donations to the Poverty Alleviation Foundation.

The remaining gap is enough to maintain the normal operation of the capital chain by relying on the revenue of the new pharmaceutical factory opened by the Labor Gang.

Not to mention that after Brigadier General Peru took office as the chief officer, he privately funded Horatio's intelligence network with a huge sum of money.

He even planned to pay the huge bounty he received from yesterday's void war to the Military Intelligence Command to cover the expenses after it was issued from the Navy Department in the future.

This also reflects from the side that under the "theoretical budget amount" calculated by the bureaucrats of the Ministry of the Interior, the allocations to various departments are actually completely insufficient.

This is still the case when the senior captains and commanders of the Navy who are not short of money disdain to corrupt the public.

This is also the reason why Horatio was worried about the lack of money in the Special Warfare Department before.

For those departments with serious corruption, the funds that were originally lower than the actual needs have been continuously reduced in the process of being issued layer by layer since they were allocated.

When it falls on the actual account of the department, only a small amount of pitiful department funds are left, which is probably too little to allow the executive units under the department to maintain normal operation.

This difficult financial situation has made the administrative operation of the empire, which is already as slow as a snail, even more sluggish.

After all, for many imperial bureaucrats, they entered this system just to suck blood and nutrients from the tentacles of Leviathan for themselves and their families in their lifetime like blood-sucking worms, rather than really burning themselves to serve the future of the empire and mankind.

They naively believed that the empire's territory was so vast and the empire's system was so huge that sucking blood from this small node was just a drop in the bucket, but they ignored that others thought the same.

When more and more parasites were absorbing nutrients from this towering tree by the billions, they didn't know that this had planted the seeds of destruction for mankind, and today, it was already terminally ill and it was too late to save it.

Thinking of this, Horatio couldn't help thinking that if the human empire was eventually destroyed, it would be their own fault.

In short, the Black Wing Club still had to be self-reliant in the future and couldn't always rely on others to pay for it.

Just like the assassination of Vice Admiral Hood, when the sponsor was in trouble or disappeared, the Black Wing Club almost collapsed due to the broken capital chain. Fortunately, the successor was Commodore Peru.

But what if the Commodore and he set sail? Even if he could arrange the next sponsor, what about the next one?

He planned to talk to Deacon Jonathan about the subsequent development plan, way out, and funding issues of the Black Wing Club.

Horatio walked out of the door, and Yin Shuyao didn't notice him coming out, still concentrating on sorting out the account book of the Black Wing Club at hand.

He chuckled at the girl's particularly serious and careful appearance, and a trace of slightly drunken turbid air sprayed out of his nose, then stepped onto the stairs and walked to the second floor.

This building actually has a secret passage leading to the underground structure. He asked Yin Shuyao to vacate the box connected to the secret passage and no longer use it to receive guests.

It is also good for the people of the Black Wing Club to have a certain rest space here, where they can smoke or drink some wine to rest.

He walked forward, and the corridor was very noisy.

The sound seemed to come from the innermost private room. It sounded like a group of young people who were drunk and talking, laughing and singing loudly.

[What a carefree and noisy group of young people. ]

He didn't think much about it and walked into the private room next door.

As soon as he pushed the door, a strong smell of cigarettes hit him.

Deacon Jonathan and two other members of the Black Wing Club who had followed Horatio since the original owner became rich were smoking and talking in the lounge.

"Boss." Seeing the big boss coming, the three of them immediately stood up and gave the boss their attention.

"How is the pharmaceutical factory now?"

"It is being upgraded. We have vacated a piece of land according to your request. But why do we need a cage?"

"It is used to lock up the 'medicinal materials'. Later, people from the Mechanicus will come and ask everyone to pay attention. Everyone must respect these people."

"Yes, boss."

Horatio talked to them about the industrial upgrade of the pharmaceutical factory and the supply of materials to the navy.

Although the revenue and profit are not enough to fully support the entire intelligence network, after a wave of "generous" upgrades by the Mechanicus, the pharmaceutical factory can start producing some drugs that require technical skills in terms of equipment.

As long as the formula can be obtained.

Well, the formula...

"That's not a problem." Horatio assured them confidently, and after chatting for a while, he was ready to leave. Before leaving, he did not forget to remind them: "By the way, if you encounter news about illegal printing factories, keep your eyes open. This is very important."

"Don't worry, boss."

Horatio nodded and closed the door.

"They must be overthrown! The uprising will succeed!"

When the door clicked shut, one of the noisy young men drinking next door shouted this.

When the word "uprising" reached Horatio's ears, his originally lazy eyes suddenly widened, and his pupils glowed coldly, as cold as a hawk that found its prey.

He approached the door carefully and eavesdropped on the conversation inside.

"It's time to liberate people from the oppression of the Guild Alliance government. Even if it's not a citizen army, at least a qualified and responsible regime must come to power!"

"That's right! The Guild Alliance is bullying too much! Look at those skinny starving people on the streets. What's the point of donating to the poor? After the donations are spent, they still can't find a job and have to starve. In the end, the fundamental problem cannot be solved!"

Horatio analyzed their conversation. It seemed to be a gathering of opposition members of the Guild Alliance.

He quietly pushed the door open a crack and peeked into the room.

There were quite a few bottles of wine on the table.

He looked around.

They were a group of young men in their twenties, all dressed respectably. Their drunken conversation showed that they were well educated. Even when they were drunk, their words were still precise and eloquent.

However, based on their age, social status, and the "loud conspiracy" full of loopholes, they did not seem to be people who could put it into practice.

The young man in the box did not realize that he had been eavesdropped by an Imperial Navy officer.

Their conversation deepened step by step as they drank more alcohol.

"So, friends, the citizens are waiting for us." Enjolras, who had a mixed-race face, clenched his fist and said, "Although our families are closely connected with the Guild Alliance, we are different from those vampires." He turned his head and looked at a young man who was always drinking with a mysterious smile and said, "Grantel, say a few words. Wasn't it you who brought us together in the first place?" "No problem, Enjolras. Friends, the day when hope and dawn will come to this planet is coming soon. The Guild Alliance is declining, and the Imperial Navy is also overwhelmed by recent major events. Everything on this planet seems to tell us that the time for uprising is coming. We must be prepared to drive out those demons who are above people and sucking blood!" "Good!" The other young people shouted excitedly, followed by a wave of applause and cheers. Horatio saw all this through the gap. When several names came into his ears, he was surprised to find that these people all had the same names as those in "Les Miserables"? And this ‘Grantel’ seems to be a little too positive and optimistic. He was a dull guy in the original book in his previous life, but the one in front of him... seems to have quite some ideas?

Just as Horatio was thinking about this wonderful reproduction of the plot of the famous book.

Through his peripheral vision, he suddenly realized that someone was coming not far away from him, and was staring at him.

He turned his head and found Yin Shuyao standing behind him with dishes in her hands.

She looked at him with a slightly shocked look, and when she saw him turn his head and find her, her frozen body couldn't help but take a breath of cold air.

Horatio narrowed his eyes and found her strangeness.

She seemed very calm on the surface.

But Horatio, who had received professional training in psychology and micro-movements, found that the girl's pupils were dilated and slightly trembling.

He stared into her eyes, said nothing, and walked straight towards her.

The girl took a step back involuntarily, but immediately stopped and forced herself to face him.

"Sir, what a coincidence, when did you come up? I thought you left!" Yin Shuyao immediately changed into a familiar business smile and asked with a smile.

It was the first time he saw her smile so absent-mindedly.

"Why would I leave without paying?" Horatio smiled slightly, and then asked:

"You look very nervous, is the table inside your acquaintance?"

His words fell on the girl in front of him like a thunderbolt.

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