Warhammer Inquisitor

Antonio poured a glass of wine for himself. He was looking at the files of the Imperial Ministry of Government Affairs in his hand. He took a sip of the wine that he would not give to the guests, but only for himself.

San Ganrio, a very tongue-in-cheek name full of religious connotations, but I have to admit that this kind of fine wine is very delicious. It usually appears on the drinking tables of imperial nobles and dignitaries. As ordinary people, they may not even have heard of it. But Antonio has a full bottle.

Oh, I don't intend to dwell on how he got it, I'm more curious about the documents he has now.

Antonio looked through the information, and among them were many people named Constantine. I have to say that although this surname is not common, it can still be said that the scale of the entire galaxy and the current volume of human civilization are still innumerable. Flourishing like a star.

And Antonio is very sure that the parts recorded in these files are just the tip of the iceberg. Although there are some people named Vito among them, Antonio is sure that none of these people is the current Vito Constantine.

Of course, it is also possible that he lied, a pseudonym, it is too normal, but Antonio can be sure that this Vito is definitely not an ordinary mercenary or traveler.

Why? It's very simple. The shuttle he parked in the hangar is definitely not affordable for ordinary people. Even if Antonio is not a professional, he can tell at a glance how expensive the shuttle is. The old hangar manager said, The shuttle is equipped with a curvature acceleration engine. Although the beautiful shell looks innocent, it is also a fine steel armor plate assembled for the Imperial Navy warship.

And what's even more outrageous is that, as a "personal shuttle", since the ship has a Titan-level void shield generator, and even a destroyer equipped with a Geller stand engine and a subspace shuttle engine, it is properly used for constant For interstellar travel.

Not counting the equipped plasma ray, death bomber and automatic cannon, hot melt cutting gun, etc., all the above configurations have even exceeded the purchasing power of many nobles, and this is definitely not something that an ordinary mercenary can own.

Antonio threw the file on the table and let out a long sigh, and there was a sound of hustle and bustle outside the door, which was the sound of a heavy transport vehicle.

Antonio stood up, and he walked out of the inner room and nodded to his staff in the bar. They all hid their weapons on their bodies, and followed Antonio out of the bar lazily and casually.

And when they walked into the sun, everyone saw the huge cargo truck parked at the door, and the driver opened the door, sitting on the driver's seat with a smile and a calm expression on his face. Like a young man who went to pick up the car and came back.

Antonio looked at the transport vehicle, there was not a drop of blood on it, no trace of damage, no blood, not even a trace of dust, nothing, it was inconceivably clean.

Vito jumped out of the car, patted the big guy behind him, "It's intact, brand new for a business trip, but the chassis is a little broken."

Antonio looked at this mysterious man, he seemed to be simply going around in a circle, casual and lazy, Antonio nodded slightly to his subordinates, who then walked around Vito and came to the huge truck.

He skillfully opened the carriage, then poked his head out to have a look, and then gave Antonio a positive answer.

"It's not a lot, don't worry, I don't like these dangerous things." Vito smiled, and nodded politely to Antonio, who looked confused. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "In less than half a day , Mr. Constantine, three hours to be exact, I think you had a fight with the Sandman?"

"Sandmen? Ah, interesting name, they do look like Tallarns, but I'm sure they're not, yes, I fought them."

Vito said and patted the bolter, "As you can see, I'm standing here intact, so overall the trip was very pleasant."

Intact? No, he didn't even have a scratch on his body, his clothes weren't even messed up, his bolter was holstered decently, and he didn't look tired after a battle with a bunch of aliens.

If his car wasn't really here, Konstantin would think he had lied to himself, but it was indeed impossible for him to get a heavy-duty truck and fill it with scarlet to fool himself.

Vito walked up to Antonio and pointed to the big truck, "I played my promise, Mr. Antonio, it's your turn." "Can I ask, how did you solve the Sandman?" Sandman? Interesting name, I've found that no matter what race or creature, smashing heads usually works, so as you'd expect."

Vito made a pistol gesture with his fingers playfully, while Antonio frowned, "Mr. Constantine, I'm sure that sandmen are not rabbits, and you won't blow their heads off one by one within an hour. "

Vito also smiled, and that smile was full of displeasure, or to be precise, dangerous, "Maybe, Mr. Antonio, but I think the result is more important than the process, isn't it?"

Antonio looked at the man in front of him, he was still polite, but Antonio's instincts, which he had fought on the battlefield for so many years, could not help screaming and telling himself that the man in front of him was very dangerous.

And he knew very well that if he inquired too much about secrets that he shouldn't know, what would usually happen.

Antonio nodded slightly, "The people you are looking for, their shuttle crashed into a wheat field a few days ago, and then took a group of well-meaning farmers' trucks to the star port and then to the main planet."

"Are there any characteristics about them?" "Yes, overly enthusiastic, more like a group of missionaries, but one of them is different from the rest, doesn't say a word, and is very disturbing."

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression seemed to be full of interest. Vito turned around and looked at the direction of the truck and was silent for a moment. , but the exact words are, like a terrible beast, a rough and violent beast."

Vito snorted for a long time, as if savoring something, his smile disappeared for a moment, and then quietly appeared on his face, "Thank you, Mr. Antonio, can you tell me where the shuttle is now? ?"

Antonio was silent for a moment, but he finally spoke, "The Control Bureau of the Ministry of Justice, the ship has been impounded for an illegal forced landing. I don't think the arbitrator will hand over the shuttle to you."

"Ah, I believe I can convince them." Vito smiled strangely, "It's a pleasure working with you, Mr. Antonio, then goodbye."

Vito bowed slightly, then walked to the other side of the street, and patted the heavy-duty truck meaningfully when he left. Antonio watched Vito walking away, he thought for a moment and then opened his mouth, "Constance Mr. Ding."

Vito stopped, turned his head to look at Antonio, he walked over and handed a pendant to Vito, who also took it naturally, it was a silver snake pendant, on it was a poisonous snake with its teeth and claws open. With a bloody mouth wide open.

"When you go to the main star, go to the half good bar in the next nest, find a female bartender named Silver Snake, give this to her, and she will tell you what you want to know."

Vito smiled, and put the pendant into his arms, "Thank you very much, Mr. Antonio, I will remember your assistance."

Vito waved his hand and continued to walk into the distance. Antonio looked at his back, was silent for a long time, then sighed, and turned around to beckon his men to get the truck away.

And our judge walked into a corner, he looked at the silver snake pendant in his hand, and showed a playful smile on his expression.

"Ah, an interesting adventure," he said.