Warhammer Inquisitor

The golden wheat fields spread to the end of the land, and this endless golden ocean covers the entire land. When you look down from space, you can see an extremely beautiful picture.

The golden, green and crimson earth echo each other. These colors are not the toxic waste water discharged from the factory of the foundry world, but the power of life from nature, which is the food and clothing for the population of the entire galaxy.

This is the agricultural world, an extremely important world in the human empire, why? It's very simple, because people will be hungry if they don't eat, and they will die if they are hungry for a long time, right? That's right, that's the reason.

Every agricultural world is the entire galaxy, the granary of tens of billions of people, the rations of the entire empire come from the agricultural world, and often there is only one agricultural world in each galaxy, at most three, the survival of each agricultural world It's all about the survival of the entire galaxy.

If the agricultural world falls, the empire planets in the entire galaxy, with an unimaginably large population, will break out in civil wars amid hunger, chaos and riots, not to mention dealing with the upcoming enemy, they themselves will be in the civil war for Competing for the remaining rations and killing them all.

In order to feed these hungry imperial worlds and avoid riots from the huge population, the imperial agricultural world, in simple terms, is to use the entire planet for farming, and do nothing else.

The mountains were flattened, the oceans were filled, and the entire surface of the planet was completely covered with food crops, ears of wheat, fruit trees and all crops improved by mechanists. The food crops were extended to the end of the earth, and the extremely high-yield food will be Harvested and collected by the population of the entire planet, and handed over to the Galaxy Governor's Palace after leaving enough rations for themselves.

Over the years, countless generations have had countless transport ships come and go on the planet, transporting the food here to various imperial worlds, which made the orbit of the planet very crowded, and the entire star port and surface airport were very busy.

But this silver shuttle still found a space. This slender intergalactic vehicle landed slowly from the sky. The vector jet at the end of the fuselage spewed flames, and a huge amount of dust was lifted from the surface. A dense fog rose in the library.

The old caretaker of the tarmac walked out of the workshop, cursed and waved away the dust in front of him, and watched the shuttle land smoothly on the tarmac, the jet outlet gradually cooled down, and the hatch opened naturally.

A person stepped down from the deck, a man. He was wearing a black jacket and a red scarf. The blaster and bullets hanging from his waist were dangling. He looked like a mercenary?

"What's your business?" the old administrator asked, the man smiled, and threw a silver empire card to the old administrator, "Keep an eye on my ship, and, it needs to refuel, and the money is in it."

The man walked past the old administrator and patted him on the shoulder affectionately, "The extra is for you, so don't let the local bastards steal anything, understand?"

The old administrator smiled, and put the silver card into his pocket, "Understood, your name? If you are willing to tell me, according to the governor's order, any ship that lands needs to be registered."

"Of course, I can too."

"No, it's not necessary, my name is Vito, Vito Constantine, Rogue Trader." Vito said with a smile, that smile was bright and friendly, and the old man also smiled and nodded slightly, "Of course, of course, Rogue Trader. "

Vito showed a gratified smile, and then walked out of the hangar, the bright sun shot down from the sky, Vito raised his head and had to block the sun with his hands to see the sky.

I have to say that the weather in this agricultural world is very good, the sky is clear, and there is no red dust caused by excessive use of pesticides. The whole world is natural and harmonious, and the world close to Ultramar is really good.

Vito lowered his head and looked around the busy street. Most of the people here were local farmers. Farm vehicles drove up and down the street, and farmers in plain clothes walked around. Walking between vendors and shops, purchasing good things that appear in the market today.

Vito was walking on the street, the bolter was constantly shaking along with his thighs, he looked at all the things he saw along the street, and he had to say that the environment here surprised him a bit.

The law and order in the Victoria galaxy is surprisingly good. Unlike most imperial worlds, which can more or less make the Ministry of Justice furious for a few days, the law and order situation here looks surprisingly good. There are no imperial marshals patrolling everywhere on the streets, and there are no The mercenary with the gun on his shoulder turned out to be something different.

But soon, Vito clearly realized that he was still sloppy. When he was walking along the street, he accidentally found three young street punks gathered in front of a pavement, yelling something in rude low Gothic. Ah, especially the accent, Vito is sure, if Inquisitor Amberley Vale was here, he would have made some bitter comments about their terrible accent.

Speaking of which, what has that chick been doing lately? The last time I met her was in Relmonda? I remember that time, together with the boys of Deathwatch, he helped Amberley kill the patriarch of the local Genestealer sect.

Oh. Vito remembers when Ragnar yelled like a psycho, shooting wildly while slashing through purebred gene-stealers with his chainsword.

I remember that Amberley told herself about a person, a person who seemed very interesting to her, to be precise, very interested, a political commissar named Kane.

But since that time, I haven't seen the lovely Miss Weier for several years, um well, it's better not to see her, that crazy woman's ability to make troubles is not inferior to mine.

Vito has always been the only one who makes trouble for others, and no one else makes trouble for himself!

Having said that, those little bastards seemed to be interested, Vito leaned forward, and immediately heard those bad words clearly.

"Old Roller! I said it! You have to pay taxes to the Harvesters! This is our territory!" The bald young man shouted, waving his fists, while the old man snorted disdainfully, "I paid taxes to you! Once, for Locke." "Fart! Locke died a long time ago! He died a few months ago!" "What does that matter to me? I've already handed it in."

The old man said unyieldingly, "You go to find him, I don't know if that bastard gave you the money, but I don't care, get out now."

"You have to give it to us again! Otherwise we'll break your useless leg! Immortal!" shouted the young man with a fancy haircut, and had already pulled out the metal rod, which looked to be the same style as the bailiff's.

"No money! You didn't even kill me! I've had enough of you bastards! Everyone wants one! I swear I'm going to go straight to Antonio and tell him what you idiots are doing!"

Obviously, the name Antonio irritated, or intimidated them, but after a brief hesitation, the gangster picked up a stick and threw it at the old man.

The old man was startled and almost fell to the ground, but he soon realized that he didn't need to run away, because he grabbed the stick with one hand, the old man and the three gangsters all looked at the man, a foreigner in a black jacket By.

"Who are you? Get away from the outsiders!" the bald gangster shouted angrily, and Vito looked at them jokingly, and glanced at the money bag on the bald man's waist.

"Old man, I guess the local gang has collected taxes, right?" Vito asked, and the old man nodded blankly, "Yes, they have, but they"

"A group of idiots who think they are smart and can collect money again behind the boss's back." Vito said with a smile, the bald man was enraged, and he took out his dagger and roared angrily, "Who do you think you are? Tax officer?!"

In anger, the bald man stabbed Vito in the abdomen with a knife, and Vito punched the gangster in front of him in the face. He stepped back and was taken away by Vito with the baton.

Vito didn't dodge, but rushed forward with a stride, and bent the bald man's arm with his arm. He heard the sound of his arm breaking through the screams, and the bald man had time to curse while screaming. Hooked him to the ground with his legs, and then hit him hard on his shiny head with a baton.

The bald man fell to the ground and lost consciousness in an instant. The gangster with unique hair cursed and punched him. Vito punched him on the jaw faster than him, and the gangster lost his balance and hit the wall. , and then Vito hit the back with a club, followed by the second, and the third time, repeatedly hitting the gangster like a dog.

The third gangster froze in place, not daring to go up, but just watched, until his companion begged for mercy with the loudest voice, and this one-sided street fight came to an end.

"Enough is enough! Stop!" the gangster screamed, and Vito did stop, watching the gangster playfully and then threw the baton aside.

He bent over and tore off the heavy money bag on the bald man's waist, and then waved his hand, the meaning couldn't be more clear.

The two gangsters who were still standing immediately picked up their companions and left the booth in embarrassment. Vito opened the money bag and threw a few golden imperial gold and silver coins to the old man.

The old man looked at the gold coin in his hand hesitantly, and looked up at Vito, who clapped his hands with a bright smile, "Okay, I have a question, old man, how can I find Antonio?"

"Are you because of those bastards? Are you a new law enforcement officer?" The old man stood up and rubbed his waist, while Vito shrugged, "No, but yes, I don't mind putting you Discuss the troubles with him, but I need to find him for other things, can you tell me, where is he?"

The old man looked at the gold coin in his hand and raised his head to look at Vito in surprise, "Why did you help me? You are a foreigner." "A foreigner who is willing to help others, but my help must be reciprocated. Now it is your turn." Now, where is Antonio?"

As Vito spoke, he straightened his collar, which seemed very natural. The old man looked Vito up and down, especially when he saw the bolt gun.

"He's at the Green Lizard on the edge of the settlement, or at least that's where it usually is, but I don't think the Tiger Claws will let you see him." "Don't worry, I've got a lot of faith in my persuasion and my charisma."

Vito waved his hand, and then walked towards the end of the street, "I wish you a happy rest of today."

The old man looked at Vito's back, and then at the phone under the shop booth. After hesitating for a moment, he sat down and leaned on the chair, "Let them go."

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