Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 46 02.0046: ‘F-4 Block Unlimited Fighting Competition’

At the signal of the Guild Alliance representative, the war contractor waved his hand, and the thugs pointed their guns at the armed elements rushing over.

“Cochran, be careful!” The female sergeant who had not run far suddenly turned around and shouted.

Horatio raised his head and saw that the group of mercenaries had already pointed their guns at this side.

“Damn…” he cursed.

“Fire! Fire!! Shoot these unruly people to death!”

‘+Activate: Power Iron Fist+’

Horatio raised his iron hand, instantly pulled down two car doors and stacked them together, and then jumped out of the car and lowered his body as much as possible.

Bullets rained down on the members of the Citizen Army and the passers-by and protesters behind them.

“Uh!” Several young men with guns were shot to the ground first, and even their bodies were shot several times.

Then, some demonstrators who tried to drag the wounded to the sides were also knocked down by the surging firepower.

The bullet mercilessly penetrated the flesh and blood of mortals, and also hit the door panel held by Horatio, but failed to penetrate the second layer, leaving Horatio behind him alive.

With a scream, a civilian woman fell to the ground. She was shot through the femur when she was pulling her injured daughter.

More and more people fell to the ground on the field. Even if that person just wanted to pull the injured family to a safe area, these bloodthirsty bounty hunters and mercenaries would kill them.

Horatio was enraged by this cruel scene. He made up his mind and rushed to the line of fire with two layers of door panels.

"What the hell is that! Fire! Don't let him come!"

The bullets hit the door panels densely, making a thumping sound, and the first layer had been beaten into a sieve.

Horatio stomped the second layer of door panels on the ground and pulled out the unformed first layer of door panels.

The prosthesis gradually increased its power, and the heat surged.

"Line up!" The female sergeant called to the surrounding Zhongsi marines through the horn-shaped sound array on her back.

Even in the sea of ​​people, the surrounding civilians still did not dare to bump into the loyal soldiers, and they all consciously made way for them.

Thanks to this, more than 30 people quickly formed a long line.

"Stop! Cease fire! Quick! Don't hit the loyal soldiers, kill that kid!"

The war contractor shouted, but the bullet didn't blink, and a bullet hit the female sergeant standing in front of the queue.

The bullet hit the carapace breastplate, shattered instantly, and turned into countless fragments flying behind.

Buzz——

The eyes of the Orm Shield-type loyal helmet emitted a terrible red light.

Horatio stood in front of the injured mother and daughter, and two brave protesters took the opportunity to step forward and drag the injured into the alley.

Another young man fell to the ground in front of Horatio. He crawled on the ground with difficulty. Judging from the books he carried with him, he was probably just an ordinary passing student who was unfortunately involved.

Seeing a row of people pointing their guns at him, Horatio waved his hand and pulled the fallen student and the two nearest injured people behind him.

"You cold-blooded butchers..."

He grabbed the first door panel with amazing arm strength and threw it out like a discus.

Clang!

The flying door knocked down the row of mercenaries who were ready to fire like a bowling ball, and the strong wind frightened the mercenaries and made them sit on the ground.

Looking at their colleagues whose bodies were broken, some people were at a loss and began to waver, and the battle line became shaky.

"God Emperor, how can he be so strong..."

The female sergeant watched Horatio throw the entire door out and knock down a lot of people from more than ten meters away, and couldn't help but let out a small whisper of surprise.

This is a terrible power that even the limb-enhanced Zhongsi Army can't do.

She quickly came to her senses and immediately issued a combat order.

"Gun on the shoulder! Aim!!"

At her command, all Zhongsi Marines raised their Acatlan reconnaissance laser guns in an extremely uniform movement, and pointed the black muzzles at the mercenaries lined up in a row.

This scene caused chaos in the opposite mercenary team. Some people began to whisper and look at the guild alliance representative, and their fighting spirit was shaken.

"What should we do? We promised to help you guard the intersection, but we didn't say we would help you fight with the Zhongsi Marines!" The war contractor shouted in panic and dullness.

"Don't be afraid! Everyone, guard the intersection leading to the surface! It's just a show, they won't shoot! We are the Guild Alliance, the legitimate government of Abyss Port! No one dares to touch us, not even the fleet!"

The representative crossed his arms and put them in front of his chest, not taking the aggressive actions of the Zhongsi Marines seriously at all.

"Fire!!!"

In an instant, accurate and deadly lasers rushed towards the mercenary line that was kneeling and shooting.

This laser gun equipped in the air transport unit has fierce and surging firepower, which can be adjusted to full automatic and semi-automatic. The gun body is designed without a butt, and has a long battery life, which can easily cope with close-range combat and fire suppression.

The laser firepower instantly overwhelmed the mercenaries' fire net, and many mercenaries were killed or injured, and fell to the ground. For a time, there was widespread grief.

Some people did not die under the protection of bulletproof armor, but they were half dead.

The parts that were shot were severely burned, emitting an unpleasant smell of burnt meat. Even if medical treatment was required, large pieces of flesh and blood had to be cut off, or even amputated, which was enough to make many of them quit this business.

In less than a minute, the volley of bullets that hit the target made one-third of the mercenaries in the line fall to the ground.

They were already panicking after being hit by a door, and it was difficult for them to continue to maintain their front line. Most of them did not dare to fight back against Zhongsi's marines. Even some of the brave guys could not penetrate their solid armor.

In the end, the line of the stragglers collapsed, the mercenaries fled, and the angry crowd rushed up like a wave.

"Don't come over! You bunch of unruly people! I am..." The representative of the Guild Alliance was so scared that his legs went weak and he sat on the ground.

"Ah! Ah!"

He screamed in a weird way, and was pierced through the chest by the angry people with a sharpened steel pipe, along with the "Guild Alliance Excellent Service Medal" on his chest.

Then his head was chopped off by a crude cleaver that whizzed past.

These weapons were originally production tools and building materials for the Zhongchao workers. Under the unbearable pressure of life, they became swords, spears, and halberds to stab the powerful.

Puff - blood spurted out from the broken end like a fountain.

On the powdered face, makeup and blood mixed together.

The terrified head with white eyes was stuck on the steel pipe by the angry people, and the white fake curly hair stained with scarlet fell to the ground and mixed with the blood.

Whether it was the rich and powerful or the common people, their blood flowed equally on the dirty ground.

Only death can bring true equality.

"Step down! Step down! Step down!" The people in the march gathered again.

The shouts gradually faded away with the crowd, and pedestrians appeared on the street before the scene was cleared.

This does not mean that they are safe. Those who participated in the protest for survival left, and those who worked hard for life continued to work.

This is the place where millions of workers depend on food and clothing. Even if there may be danger, everyone can only pretend that nothing happened for their livelihood and bite the bullet to operate and trade.

The people living in Zhongchao are all working class, pure working cattle and horses. Except for those who have completely given up on themselves, the residents of Zhongchao are busy every day.

As the galactic war escalates and the situation in the empire worsens, many workers who can't find factory work have been waiting on the streets since three or four in the morning on Terra to find odd jobs.

Even though it's already afternoon, there's still a constant stream of workers looking for work at the intersection of White Street.

The middle and lower nests without sunlight are cold all day long.

The workers without work huddled in dirty coats that they've worn for who knows how many months.

The wrinkles on their faces are full of hardships and sorrows of life. There's no smile on their faces. They squat on the ground, causing serious traffic jams.

They work day and night to earn money, working an average of fifteen or sixteen hours a day until they become hunched over.

In this place with a deformed supply chain, no matter how much money you earn, you can only barely survive. The Engel coefficient is frighteningly high, and in the end you're still working for nothing for the providers of supplies.

It's said that only twenty large carak transport ships sailing from the agricultural world are needed to carry enough food to feed everyone living in the Abyss Port.

Every day, there are thousands of such ships docking at the ports of Abyss Port.

Although most of the materials will be transferred to other worlds, it is enough to make it almost impossible for this planet to have a large-scale famine, let alone the farce of "buying a piece of bread for 500,000".

However, reality is like a clichéd story, a dark Möbius strip that makes people laugh and cry.

No matter in which era, the material distribution of human civilization always becomes deformed with the expansion of population.

The upper nesters living on the mild and comfortable surface are willing to pour the fresh food that the lower class can't afford into the sewage pipes, just because they think these things are not nutritious and healthy enough.

In the crowded and cramped middle nest, 007 has become a real blessing - having a factory assembly line job is extremely valuable.

And in the dark underground thousands of meters away, the ragged unemployed lower nesters can fight for a piece of sour dough, and even take people's lives.

As for the bottom nest, it is an unimaginable hell.

Obviously, only twenty large transport ships are needed to feed everyone, but under the manipulation of the invisible hand called "interest" and the bloated, slow and extremely cumbersome supply system, a Leviathan called "unequal distribution" was artificially created.

Corruption also breeds and spreads.

The loyal marines did not stop for a moment and immediately began to stabilize the order, and the masses did their best to give the loyal descendants of the empire enough glory and dignity.

They began to calm down from the previous rage, and no longer made radical behaviors, but just shouted slogans against the guild alliance.

Bleeding is not what the people here want. They just want to survive with a breath of air, so that the women and children at home can fill their stomachs and will not freeze to death in their sleep due to lack of heating.

However, stagnant wages and rising prices have made these necessities almost beyond the average affordability of the people in Zhongchao.

As a commercial government, the Guild Alliance not only cannot stabilize prices, but the rising "necessary expenses for survival" have made the current situation even worse.

However, Horatio, who has become a loyal heir of the empire, will no longer live such a dark and miserable life.

He will serve the Lord of Humanity on the Golden Throne with honor, and have a future and destiny that these civilians can't imagine.

"Make way! Leave room!" The female sergeant shouted to the surroundings with a sound array.

Whoosh - three shuttles flew down from the surface entrance where the mercenaries had collapsed, and the protesters who had gathered again had to disperse again and stay away from the air waves.

[Is it the reinforcements from the Guild Alliance? ]

Horatio's hair was messed up by the sudden strong wind. He looked up and through the dazzling searchlight, he vaguely recognized the rose knot of the Battle Sisters.

The shuttle slowly lowered its altitude, and several ropes were thrown down from the tail cabin.

Soon, several tall female warriors in silver armor and black robes grabbed the zipline and jumped to the ground skillfully.

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