Warhammer Inquisitor

To be honest, no matter if it is the prosperous neighborhood at the top of the hive capital, or the dilapidated garbage dump at the bottom of the hive, whether it is the desolate world of death, or a wild world in a remote mountainous area, even if the cultures are different, the illusions are different, and even worship The Emperor's ways are vastly different, but they all have one thing in common, unshakeable.

bar.

Vito pushed open the fence door of the local bar. The creaking door looked like it hadn't been repaired for a long time. This location of every bar had the highest frequency of damage. Whenever night fell, the Emperor bestowed When the time of rest comes, all the farmers, workers and local PDF soldiers will open the door and walk in here.

Every bar is extremely lively at night, as is the case in any world, the more barren and lack of modern civilization, the more prosperous the bar.

After all, this place is the only place within a ten-kilometer radius where one can enjoy life in the civilized world. Of course, apart from entertainment and socializing, the bar also has a well-known function, the intelligence function.

Vito looked around the bar, there were very few people here, only the bartender was wiping the glasses, and a few farmers were sitting here, which is not surprising, after all, the sun is still hanging above the head, waiting for the emperor's scorching sun to set , it must be lively here.

Vito walked to the bar, and the bartender looked at him suspiciously. Obviously, he didn't have the slightest affection for this foreigner, but Vito was used to it. Even though they were all citizens of the empire, the mutual exclusion between different imperial worlds The tail is too big to fall off.

"What would you like to drink?" The bartender asked politely, Vito smiled, took out a few imperial coins from his pocket and put them on the table, "Just your local distillery, and I'm still looking for someone. "Who?" "Antonio."

The bartender's expression froze, but he turned around and searched on the wine rack, muttering, "Why are you looking for Antonio?" "Business, if he is willing, I think I can bring him Certain benefits."

Vito said, watching the bartender pour wine into his glass, and at the same time hearing the sound of bullets being loaded behind him, Vito smiled wryly and turned his head. Sure enough, a few guys who looked like locals were coming Holding the gun up, pointing the black muzzle at his head.

Vito turned his head, and then saw the shotgun that the bartender was holding in his hand, which he took out from nowhere. Vito smiled and took a sip of his drink.

"On the premise that your head may be blown away, I don't know if you can still drink. I don't know whether to praise you for being calm or stupid." A voice came out from behind the wine rack, and he wiped the glass ball in his hand very naturally. Sitting at a wine table.

Vito smiled and took another wine glass from the bar, grabbed the distilled wine from the bartender and came to the wine table, and sat opposite the man quite naturally.

Vito also poured him a glass of wine, completely ignoring the guns pointed at his head behind him, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Antonio."

The man named Antonio looked at Vito, leaning back in his chair and staring at him with interest, "I heard that you took care of my men and beat them hard."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot." Vito said and put a money bag on the table, "Your subordinates carried the protection fee you collected, and now it is returned to the original owner."

Antonio frowned slightly, looked at the purse and then at the smiling Vito. He also sneered, and waved his hands to signal his men to put down their guns, and they did put down those very unfriendly guns.

Antonio picked up the wine glass and took a sip, "I am a man of faith." "Vito, Vito Constantine." "Mr. Constantine, I will return the money to the farmers, I only charge Get the money you deserve, do what you need to do.”

Vito smiled slightly and took a sip of his wine, "Fortunately, I only do what I need to do, Mr. Antonio, and ask the questions I need to ask." "So, you are here to ask questions, I am a helpful person, you You can ask on the street and they will tell you that Antonio is a man who is willing to help, as long as it is a win-win situation.”

"Of course, I agree with this logic, so please listen to my question first." Vito said, shaking the wine glass, "Well, the wine here is not bad, much better than the junk in the hive world."

"Are you coming to the main planet? Mr. Constantine." "No, I'm from another place, but that's not important. I want to ask, do you know the whereabouts of a shuttle that recently arrived on this planet and the whereabouts of its members?" .”

"As you can see, Mr. Constantine, this is an agricultural world. There are countless transport ships and shuttles coming and going every day, including yours." "Having said that, I think military shuttles are still very conspicuous." Right? Especially if its members are also members of the space station."

Vito's smile was filled with a sense of mystery, as mysterious as the Eldar. Antonio looked at the mysterious man in front of him, maybe he was an agent of the Ministry of Justice? Or an employee of the Governor's Palace? Not even possible.

Antonio picked up the distilled wine and poured himself another glass. After Vito swung the glass, he also poured a glass for the "honored guest".

"So, I hope you can tell me something, Mr. Antonio." "Maybe I will, Mr. Constantine. You see, we don't trust outsiders very much, so I have to make sure you are trustworthy first."

Antonio raised his head slightly, motioning Vito to look around. Indeed, everyone around looked at him suspiciously, and subconsciously pressed a handful of weapons with their hands. Even the bar put the shotgun on the table and wiped it. Glass, while looking at himself from time to time.

Vito shrugged slightly, as if he didn't care, "Then how do I gain your trust? I hope it won't be complicated." "We are not the gods of the state religion, nor are we barbarians from some remote world, so, Yes, it's not complicated."

"Look, Mr. Constantine, this planet is not as peaceful as you see now. There are some locals in the wasteland of this planet, real locals."

"Native native race? Well... I'm curious why the galaxy government didn't eliminate them, after all, you know the empire's policy against aliens,"

Constantine also shrugged slightly, as if he didn't care, "That's true, but I think the gentlemen on the main star are probably interested in leaving the mansion on the top floor to deal with our affairs here, and the local legal department will also take care of it. without them."

"Don't talk about us, there are many bad voices in the lower hive of the main star and even a part of the middle hive, which are worse than heresy, but our dear governor seems to ignore these problems."

Vito narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon smiled again, "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Of course, those extraterrestrial bastards robbed some of my transport vehicles, and the transport vehicles contained some scarlet elements. We are going to sell it on the main planet." "Highly effective hallucinogens, I heard that they are quite popular in the low and middle nests." "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Constantine."

Vito chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm, "Of course, of course."

The more Antonio looked at Vito, the more suspicious he became, but he still chose to ignore it, at least for the time being. Antonio leaned back in the chair and tapped the laser gun on his waist with his fingers.

"I need you to kill the offal and bring back my goods, and after that, I'll trust you to be trustworthy, and you'll get the news you want."

Vito smiled, then stood up, and raised his glass, "Deal, Mr. Antonio." Antonio also stood up, and clinked his glass with him, "Deal."

The two drank the wine, and then Vito patted his trouser legs and turned to the door, "See you later, Mr. Antonio."

Antonio watched Vito frown, then sat down and looked at the wine glass and thought about something, but then poured himself a glass of wine with a sigh, and chose to drink down that bad and extremely dangerous thought.