Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 285 “Forcing girls into prostitution”

In the fortress, among the stars, when the Emperor's light sheltered those who took root here until now they have the audacity to forget the honor, the time has passed, the power changes the heart.

But the grand narratives and many futures in the Asteroid Fortress have nothing to do with ordinary people. The false stars made of metal are wandering in the void. The asteroid belt sounds dense, but for individuals, the distance between them is quite exaggerated. Starlight, nothing visible to the naked eye, only darkness.

In the private and remote port, in this man-made fortress whose actual size is no more than a continental territory, on a metal platform like a metal tumor protruding from an asteroid, Old Chester looked out the window into the dark void, waiting for himself Next job.

He works for the cold trade, but this so-called "illegal" trade is extremely boring to him. Wearing the robes of an imperial clerk, with old skin and shriveled fingers, he holds a pen and kraft paper, and then looks at a A ship warehouse transporting many supplies replied with an almost numb voice. "Piece 43769, put into storage, piece 43770, put into storage..."

It is almost suffocating, as long as a ship enters him, or they, the clerks who provide endless artificial computing power for this huge smuggling organization, will continue to count those things in the most primitive way. Sturt did the best, he was the most insensitive, neither fast nor slow, didn't ask what the cargo was, didn't care about the names on the list, and didn't care how tired sailors, brokers, and captains complained about business.

He really knows one thing, counting, storing, and counting, as if the thrilling smuggling and the battle of wits against the Inquisition Court don’t matter, they don’t exist, and he actually doesn’t know that there is no Inquisition Court in the current asteroid fortress up.

The Empire is an extremely large organization. Even in its most fringe areas, it is larger than any country in Gutera. For Old Chester, the Red Pirates and the Empire are all the same, because his job is only to liquidate.

He is as diligent and diligent as his father, as accurate as his mother, and has loyalty and numbness beyond expectations, so that the actual owner of this port, Baron Leonard, trusts him very much, even In order to save costs, he was given the privilege of not needing repeated counting and checking.

It's just that this privilege doesn't matter at all to old Chester, he only has tomorrow's list on time, finish, eat fluid food, and continue, so that his fingers are raised on his joints from writing for a long time, and his knees are completely bent from standing for a long time , It seems that the 1.7-meter head is abruptly short to 1.6 meters.

Ironically, the latest adventure was right in front of him. Those scarred barges, orcs, Eldar mercenaries passing by from time to time, or those red book cargos that looked like kraft paper texture, all he needed to do was turn the page with a gentle question. Take a look at the pages, or just type out a wrong number on your own piece of brown paper and head to the black market with your priceless stuff.

It's just that the reputation he has accumulated over the years is equal to numbness. Compared with human beings, he is more like a screw or a counter that is constantly rotating in this factory. Even if he does his best, he will only make no mistakes, and no one will care about him. .

But today, Chester saw a small ship docking, but he didn't get out of the warehouse for a long time. His thoughts and unchanging life were disrupted. He could only wait in place for a long time, like an old screw with a problem. I don't know why it's spinning.

It was about two hours later that he saw a transport ship appear, but what was waiting for him was not familiar cargo, but a capable woman wearing white cloth, jeans, and long leather boots stepped down from it, her white The neckline of the sackcloth was plump, and a machete was slung around his waist. His short brown hair was messy, and he looked like a pirate.

When she opened her mouth, her voice was neutral and sharp, with knife marks on her cheeks, and a strike came from the middle of her nose, like a bolt of lightning. "I'm a cold trade broker, there's no goods here, leave."

Old Chester had never encountered such a situation in his life, because cold trade ships would not come to the secret port with empty warehouses, so he just answered mechanically. "inventory."

The cold trade broker sighed, and took out something he had prepared early, a flashing silver coin, also called a throne coin, from his pocket, and then said. "Good, good, you want this, don't you, now leave."

But the old Chester's appearance made her unable to understand. She was treated like a beggar, but she tried her best to be smooth. Anyway, when the Sun Lord stepped down here or failed, she would leave this area by boat. Right and wrong, but this is the old beggar who now looks at the huge sum of money that can buy a set of inferior civilian bulletproof armor. "What's this?"

"What is this?" Leng Trade Manager couldn't help but laugh. She looked at the recorder in front of her in astonishment, as if she saw something strange. After all, in this place, the throne coin is more influential than the Emperor himself.

But old Chester was indeed like this. He was born here and would soon die here. For him, reckoning is reckoning, and eating is eating. For him, the whole world is just an endless void, and this small The port, or even such a port, he hadn't explored well, because he spent most of his time liquidating.

Probably even if the emperor himself came, he would not be able to dispel his ignorance, the manager thought so in his heart at the moment, and she was so sure that this person was hopeless.

"Ignore him, just go straight in!" She made a decisive judgment, but not everyone agreed with such a plan. When a young man in military uniform walked out of the transport ship, the lady who was still in command just now could only keep her head down. head. "My lord, what request do you have?"

Alan Baier looked at the old man, he thought it was very interesting, a gear without soul and life, it has many uses for him, maybe it can let the Imperial Guard mix into the local army without loss, directly Capture the master here.

But he didn't understand the old man, so he spoke. “Do you like counts and lists?”

Old Chester suddenly didn't know how to answer, no one had asked him this question during the countless days he spent here, like?What is liking? If he really loves this kind of work, he won't be so dull?He thought for a long time before he could only answer. "have no idea."

Alan Baier just nodded, and then confirmed. "It seems that I have the answer. Let me tell you, the goods here have been counted, a total of 3460 pieces, fully armed, ready to go, the alluvial tincture."

Old Chester was not sure that that thing could be described as ready to go and fully armed, but compared to this, the emptiness of not being able to see the inventory and the guilt of unfinished work made him feel more uncomfortable, he spoke. "Please show me."

Alan Bayer can completely ignore this poor man, just like any animal. After all, to the lord here, he is no different from a pensive array, so why does he want to pick up things that other people don't like? to use?

But to him, people are not things. Secondly, this old man seems weak, but he can bring incomparable convenience to the Skadi troops.

Alan Bair just picked up his sidearm and pointed it at him. "Do you know this structure? If you work here, you must have seen people killed by it. The concept of death can make you feel relaxed. Are you afraid?"

Chester froze for a moment, then looked at the dark muzzle of the gun. He thought about being pointed at by someone, but soon he couldn't think of it, because most people would ignore him, he was like something making a sound in the background , not a person, an individual.

At this moment, he didn't know what to say, but the fear was real, the touch brought by the unknown sense of death, and such a special event was like a stone thrown on the shackles, and Alan Bayer, as a serving person The feeling of killing really terrified him.

Like the natural fear of eating when hungry and drinking water when thirsty, he spit out a few meaningless bytes, and then broke the rules he followed very quickly, writing the list with ethereal characters, and because Even being threatened, he didn't feel any guilt.

At this moment, he looked at the character dully. That seemingly inconspicuous and worthless character actually only accounted for a small proportion of the entire table, and it was everything to Old Chester. At this moment, he only felt that he was being denied and being ignored. Something was completely denied. He somehow managed to muster up the courage to look at Alan Bayer, but was quickly discouraged because of his almost 1.8-meter-[-]-meter height and the black muzzle of the gun.

Alan Baier just looked at his pathetic appearance and put down his weapon. "Broker, go through the process normally."

A trace of pain flashed across the manager's face, and the reason was very simple. She needed to pay for it. If the Imperial Guard would directly occupy this place according to the original plan, then the tariffs required by the smuggling port lords, the incomparably dark and high-value trade Gold will also evaporate.

Now she was stuck on a tiger, so she could only greet her brothers to disembark with a bitter face, and Old Chester could only raise his old fingers and hand in the form normally.

Old Chester's work usually ends here, and the next premiums and discussion books have nothing to do with him, but today he wants to see what will happen to his report. His mood is very complicated, he is afraid of being punished by the person in charge, and he is looking forward to punishment , for he had seen derelicts flogged to death.

But if no one pursues it, it means that his calculation is not very important at all.

That kind of contradiction made him give in and then move forward. He followed him all the way to the port office, even ignoring the clerk who collected the files. Under the surprised eyes of his colleagues, he stood side by side with the agent. At this moment, it was completely impossible to tell that he was a cog. .

But even so, the small, oak-doored office on the second floor was something he couldn't cross, which made old Chester step into the office a little late. It was that moment of hesitation that made him go from walking side by side to following him. , plus the row of subordinates behind the agent, he was ignored and mixed in almost instantly.

And the owner of the office is not the baron, but a fat man, who probably has noble blood from [-] side houses, and knows the manager, so he just opened his mouth. "Little Weiner, what, this batch of goods has arrived?" He glanced at it, and confirmed in his heart that it was Old Chester's list, so he didn't ask any more questions.

The agent answered with disgust. "Yes, my lord, the quality is good."

"In this way, I will share a batch with you privately?"

The gorgeously dressed noble fat man looked ridiculous in this narrow office, but such a person actually controls the port, he just nodded, took the agent's list, and slightly changed it, [-] pieces, All the four thousand fractions were wiped out, thus saving hundreds of imperial coins in terms of customs duties!

And this matter was only seen clearly by old Chester. He couldn't help but cover his cheeks, silent tears flowing out from the gaps in his palms, and he became dwarfed by those reports and figures, and his curvy body became smaller and smaller. Just in time to block him tightly under the tall bodies of those men.

And he is just like his poor record that can be changed, ravaged, and ignored at will. When his emotions reach the peak, he is just confused and crying here. The blows man encounters today are worse than the sum of all the difficulties of the past few years, and it almost pulls his worthless soul to the extreme.

And when he came back to his senses, he had already left the place and arrived at the place where he was supposed to be working, but now, he would no longer take a serious count, but relied on his own visual inspection to quickly calculate those things, and then write down a new number.

And according to his condition, it is not impossible to learn how to make a profit next. If he was much younger, he could even start from scratch, but all that time has passed by. But even so, the help he can provide to Alan Bayer is not Very big.

This means that the imperial guards at this moment have entered the country through normal cargo channels. Those soldiers are now painting their breastplates with washable coatings. The Old Skadi Fourth Infantry Regiment has a very high carapace usage rate. Those fully enclosed precious weapons are even more noble in this place.

And amidst the swearing of many, those great emblems representing the Imperial Aquila were now replaced by the disgusting symbol of Port Engili, a rotting skull.

Even Lemanus tanks and Chimera armored vehicles cannot escape this incident. Many veterans no longer dare to ride on those machine spirits for fear that the machine spirits will be displeased.

But even so, under Skadi's loyalty to Alan Baier, this matter was still completed. Those loyal soldiers have now turned into traitors, and grandiosely started the war engine of the Imperial Guard, driving it on the streets of heresy In fact, even the overwhelmed local legal department had to clear the way for the imperial guards.

It’s no longer counting as leading a wolf into the house. When Alan Baier crossed his legs and bought a local snack with imperial coins, salt-baked Glomon, he enjoyed it with his favorite car, the Salamander Commander’s crew, and evaluate to. "This is an outpost, it's very good, let's go, the next stop, Baron's Mansion!"

(End of this chapter)