Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 93 02.0093: ‘Uncover the conspiracy’

"The Cage of the Sky" is an interrogation building belonging to the Fleet Military Intelligence Command, a large bathroom.

The washbasin at right angles was filled with water. Suddenly, a person's face was pressed in, and the water was dyed red with blood.

After choking for a minute, the head was lifted up by Sergeant Valina's hair.

After being treated in the repair tank, the wound on her arm healed, but a horrific scar was left behind, which made her feel very unhappy.

As soon as she recovered, Major General Hood sent her to interrogate the insects caught on the smuggling ship.

"How many arms have been smuggled? What do you plan to use these weapons for?" she asked coldly.

The captain was shaking all over, his lips were purple, his face was livid, his eyes were swollen with blood, and he glanced tremblingly at the first mate next to him, whose hands were tied behind his back and drowned in the water. His head moved up and down with the fluctuations of the water. Floating.

With a big belly, he limped and leaned on the washstand. Louise, who was wearing training clothes, turned her arms to stretch her muscles. The symbol of the white shield of Cardia stretched slightly as her shoulders stretched, and her hands were furrowed. The knife's fingertip was dripping with blood from time to time.

Fidio sat behind a desk, recording Chaos Conspiracy confessions, while Ledos rested against the wall with his arms folded, allowing for uninterrupted interrogation.

"These...are mainly requested by the Howling Tooth Gang. I just use the money to do things. I really don't know the rest."

He was obviously lying and shirking his responsibility. If the matter was so simple, how could there be so many crew members on the ship with the Chaos Eight-Pointed Star symbol engraved on them.

Valina sneered, a cold glint flashed in her eyes, and she and Louise stepped forward.

"Ah! Ah!! Ah!! Ahhhhhh!"

The heartbreaking screams reached the next door.

It was a dark room, separated from the bathroom by a one-way glass.

Sitting on the chair was a man who was shaking all over. His upper and lower eyelids were completely opened by braces. He had undergone 48 hours of imperial brainwashing. His eyes were red and bloodshot, and the fleshy wounds on his body had begun to fester.

Hearing this terrible wail, his body couldn't stop shaking. Now his physical and mental state was on the verge of collapse.

Two days ago, he was an officer of the noble planet's customs.

In order to seek petty profits and endanger the safety of the Empire and the Navy, he was invited by the Imperial Navy to 'move in'.

Horatio stood beside him, a rose as red as blood dangling on his chest.

He placed the interrogation tools back on the metal tray. They were stained with blood, but they would soon be collected and cleaned for reuse.

"You know very well that this is the consequence of betraying the empire. Conceal it, and you will be the next one to go in." Blue eyes that exuded the light of ice coldly glanced at the traitor beside him.

As soon as these words were spoken, the man trembled violently, his legs instinctively kicked forward, and Horatio held down his chair.

He had already gone in once, and he never wanted to go in a second time.

"This is at least...at least the 6th batch...I'll tell you everything I know..."

Captain Sterling sat at the desk in the back with his legs crossed, recording his confession word for word on brown paper.

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In Major General Hood's office.

"The Howling Tooth Gang is a gang composed of body collectors from the Corpse Guild. During the process of collecting corpses, they developed a habit of cannibalism and blood-drinking, and gradually degenerated into cultists who believed in the scarlet power. His power is huge, and he recently used force to unify the gangs in the middle and lower nests of Vegas.

According to recent intelligence, a large-scale terrorist attack is brewing. Their goals include causing large-scale chaos, causing panic in the hearts of the people, losing trust and expectations in the navy, and ultimately exacerbating corruption and chaos, as well as damaging the starport and the The fleet carried out sabotage and raids. "The Horatio Report."

"The firearms they smuggled in are enough to start a small war." Colonel Elphinstone said, "There is also bad news."

"Speak." Major General Hood sat behind the luxurious mahogany desk, crossed his hands in front of him, and said gloomily.

"The Ministry of the Interior asked us to hand this over to the Ministry of Justice, and we were not allowed to mobilize naval forces until the situation became serious, so as not to make a mistake and cause panic in the nest."

"Those damn bureaucrats, they only care about the stability under their noses every day." Major General Hood was furious.

"We can't control other places, but the star port and the prison area are under the jurisdiction of our navy. Let's strengthen the security of these places first. The fleet must not be destroyed."

Commodore Edward looked at the list of sealed battleships and rubbed his temples exhausted. Dozens of cruisers were moored inside, including even sealed Retribution-class and Opal Dragon-class battleships.

Including his own Armageddon-class battlecruiser "Indefatigable" is also being maintained at the dock.

"I will personally go to the Ministry of Justice, and I believe that the Ministry of Justice will do their best, but their number is limited after all." Major General Hood looked out the window:

"Sergeant Horatio, do you have any suggestions?"

"They mainly want to take action in the facade area of ​​Vegas. Our intelligence has roughly identified certain areas where terrorist attacks may occur. I suggest that all hell guards be mobilized, disguised as plainclothes, and conduct surveillance in pairs to avoid the Department of Justice Totally passive.”

"Just do as you say." Major General Hood nodded.

"Your Excellency, Major General, there is one more thing I need to add."

"Go ahead, Sergeant Horatio." The major general lit a cigarette and took a long puff.

"According to the feedback from the underground intelligence network, the cult leader who kidnapped your daughter has not appeared in the middle and lower nests for a long time. If he is from the middle and lower nests, our spies must have seen him."

"You mean..." Major General Hood narrowed his eyes.

"This person is likely to be from the upper nest or even the top of the tower. Judging from his social contacts and confessions during the interrogation, he may very likely serve the empire, thus contacting the Ministry of Justice and customs officials, and disappeared without a trace in the middle and lower nests."

The reason why Horatio singled this out is that matters involving personnel from other official institutions of the empire must be coordinated and handled by the immediate superiors, otherwise it is easy to cause conflicts between the Navy Department and other departments, or even bloody conflicts.

And the underground intelligence network is difficult to directly spy on the complex and sinister circle of the upper class, and the curtains covering conspiracy and shame are thick and multiple.

If you want to find out, you have to spend a lot of effort, and even set up another intelligence network among the upper class celebrities. The cost will not be small.

"I will conduct the intelligence search and verification. Once there is a result, the file will be reviewed by Commodore Peru first, and then it will be in your hands." Major General Hood seemed to be prepared.

"Thank you for your hard work, sir." Horatio saluted.

This was within his expectations.

If Major General Alexander Hood did not have some ability, he would not have recommended himself to become the chief of the Fleet Intelligence Command.

In addition to the information he peeked into Sir Hood's diary, he obviously has a wide range of information channels among the upper class.

There may even be special spies.

"Next, let's start the experimental equipment test."

Major General Hood put out his cigarette butt and said, "Sergeant Horatio, please go to the parade ground together."

[Equipment test? ] Horatio was a little surprised at Major General Hood's efficiency.

On the training ground, Horatio's 13th squad wore the experimental armor customized by the Fleet Military Intelligence Command for the Hell Vanguard for comprehensive testing.

This set of equipment was designed with reference to the Battle Sister Force Feedback Power Armor and the Hunting Lord Power Armor, combining the power backpack with the energy battery, and can be adapted to the current equipment such as the Hell Gun and the Hotline Volley Gun.

It is divided into the light-equipped, enhanced-secret 'Shadow Type', the medium-equipped, multi-functional 'Glory Type', and the heavy-equipped, 'Strike Type' equipped with a supporting exoskeleton.

The most groundbreaking design is the power boots designed by Father Lati, which have adaptive retractable power pulleys at the bottom.

This can not only reduce the physical attenuation of the Hell Vanguard when running on flat terrain (such as the cabin deck), but also eliminate the aiming jitter caused by the up and down movement of the legs when running.

Horatio felt like he was on an automatic roller skate. When he first tried it, several people fell down, but after falling a few times, they gradually mastered it.

The Hell Vanguards participating in the experiment slid across the shooting range and shot at the target at the same time.

At a constant speed of 20km/h, through the advanced guided optical sights, they still hit the target without missing a single bullet. As the figure passed by, the target fell to the ground with a bang.

Raising the left arm, the forearm armor can also shoot darts, and by quickly retracting the steel cable, they can slide faster.

[She might have... dug up some STC from the dark technology era in Abyss Port...] Horatio thought as he looked at Father Lati, who was smiling.

Horatio's guess was based on facts. Abyss Port was an unfinished artificial planet in the Golden Age. It was not surprising to dig out anything from the bottom.

These armors are not cheap. The Gothic Fleet had to pay a large sum of money to the Mechanicus, especially Father Lati, for this, so they only produced enough to equip 5 squads. Fortunately, Father Lati agreed to a lifetime warranty, and even if it was blown to pieces, it could be replaced or remade.

Because it is an experimental MK.1 armor, some parts are not mature enough, but both defense and ergonomics are better than the Zhongsi armor, and the existing Ohm Shield helmet can also be directly adapted.

After the test, when everyone was about to leave, Major General Hood suddenly raised his head and called to Horatio: "Sergeant Horatio, I would like to invite you to my residence tomorrow, are you free?"

Horatio took off his helmet and saluted the major general, feeling a little surprised: "General, is there anything?"

"About your mission, and a new team member."

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