The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Boss! Boss! I've discovered something!"

In the service area of the battle group monastery's kitchen, Isvin trotted all the way to Rozim. He was browsing the striptease performances of a famous hive city star with Loken on a data-slate. Not far away, Kren was wearing thick earmuffs to repair the exotic bread machine that had broken down due to frequent use recently. Chuan Quilo was still repairing his Bonecrusher No. 2 with a runny nose and tears, and Dogo had long since passed out by the wine barrel.

"Oh?"

Hearing this, Rozim turned his head.

"Really?"

"Really! I put in a lot of effort to figure out where this cat came from!"

Rozim clapped his hands and jumped up from the chair. Then, he raised his right arm, held his palm up towards the ceiling, bent his left arm behind his back and clenched his fist, and bent his legs slightly to form a grotesque pose, laughing loudly:

"Good! It's good to know its origin! I, the owner of the Star Knight Restaurant, must give it some trouble this time, it must know what nightmare entanglement is, it has to fly! Tell me, where did this thing come from?"

"I exchanged two large boxes of condensed milk for the news from Fabiola, the little chili pepper of the Eleventh Company. This damn fat cat often runs around the Eleventh Company's place. It seems to like being touched by women's hands. Those maids stroke its belly and head every day."

"I knew it wasn't anything decent, even I don't get this treatment, damn it! Then what?"

"Then Fabiola said that this cat usually leaves after wandering around. It usually runs upwards."

Isvin cautiously pointed upwards and lowered his voice, saying:

"She also said that this cat sometimes carries a floral fragrance, and this flower, it is said, only grows in Mrs. Veronica's garden. Their head maid accidentally obtained a bunch last time."

"Hmm?"

Rozim's brows furrowed, and he walked back and forth next to the swill bucket, seemingly considering something. Loken turned his head and said:

"You mean, this cat is raised by Mrs. Veronica? But this lady doesn't seem to show up often. Last time I went to the Ford couple's house as a guest, I heard that Lovelace woman say that this lady might be pregnant."

Rozim waved his hand.

"Don't guess randomly, and don't talk nonsense. I can't cover for you if this gets out. If you don't want to die, keep your mouths shut."

Isvin walked to Rozim's side and said:

"I feel that what Fabiola said is very true, and look, who has the ability to bring such a big cat into the fortress? It's also a psyker cat. Counting the psykers in our battle group, it seems like there are only a few

"Don't guess randomly, don't guess randomly."

Rozim still seemed very hesitant. Isvin immediately took another step forward and said:

"But we have to confirm it's not, otherwise this matter can't be resolved. It comes to our place every day to extort ant-beef rolls. Our warehouse is going to be empty. If this continues, we'll have to catch ant-cows ourselves. Boss, don't you have the battle group leader's private contact information? Why don't you contact him to confirm?"

"This"

Rozim glanced out the window.

"Is this time appropriate?"

"It's quite appropriate. He's a very busy person during the day. I think he might have some free time late at night. Anyway, Astartes don't care whether they sleep or not."

Rozim thought about it, and it seemed to make sense. So he walked to Kren's workbench, opened the locked cabinet next to it, took out an integrated communication device, pressed a few passwords, and put it to his ear. Kren, who was next to him, was still using a small probe to observe the inside of the exotic bread machine.

About five or six seconds later, Soshian's impatient voice came from the communicator.

"What is it!"

"Battle Group Leader, there's something" Suddenly, a short, subtle cry made Rozim's expression very bad.

"You really know how to pick a time, speak quickly or I'll hang up!"

"It's just there's a big orange fat cat that I don't know" "It's Veronica's pet!"

After saying that, the voice was interrupted. Rozim awkwardly put the communicator back into the cabinet. Isvin immediately walked over.

"How is it?"

"Damn it, you're just giving me bad ideas!"

Rozim directly smacked Isvin on the head, causing him to spin around, a little at a loss, not understanding why Rozim suddenly got angry.

"Bo-Boss, what's wrong?"

"It's Mrs. Veronica's cat! Damn it, it's really unlucky. If it weren't for this communication, it would have been fine, but now you've made me" "What about the communication, Boss?"

At this time, Kren suddenly turned his head, took off the equipment from his ear, and said in a rough voice:

"Could it be that the Battle Group Leader encountered some danger?"

Isvin and Loken looked at him in surprise.

"Danger?"

"Ah, I was just using the micro-listener to listen to the movement inside the bread machine, and I almost got deafened by the Boss. Then I also heard a woman yelling when the Battle Group Leader was talking, what 'it's coming, it's coming', and then yelling 'I'm going to die, I'm going to die', and there were also 'slap slap slap' sounds, like when the Boss hits your butt with a big spoon. Could it be that the Boss's Battle Group Leader was attacked by some female shrimps and forced to become a slave?"

Isvin and Loken stared, and quickly ran to Kren's side.

"What else? Why female shrimps?"

"There are quite a lot of messy sounds, and it seems like there's a woman asking who it is?"

"Not one?"

"Probably not, it doesn't sound like it to me"

But Rozim directly went over and slapped Kren on the head.

"Damn it, what's the point of having such good ears, Kren!"

Saying that, he looked at the earmuffs on Kren's desk.

"I thought these were for soundproofing, how did you make the micro-listener into this shape."

"No one stipulates what a micro-listener must look like, right"

"Damn it, your equipment malfunctioned and you're hallucinating! Got it!"

After Rozim finished speaking, he looked at Isvin and Loken.

"Kren is hallucinating, don't take it seriously, and don't spread it around. I'm very serious, if I find out who's talking nonsense, I'll cut off their tongue and put it in a hotpot, understand!"

Isvin and Loken quickly covered their mouths and nodded vigorously.

But immediately, Isvin put down his hand and suddenly leaned close to Rozim, saying slyly:

"Boss, I suddenly remembered that when our Battle Group Leader returned on the way to Terra, there seemed to be a Sister of Battle following him, the one you said with the explosive figure, very suitable for actual combat, could it be-"

Saying that, he also made a very lewd hip-thrusting motion.

Rozim pretended to think for a few seconds, then waved his hand.

"Alright, I'll show you three something good."

Kren, Isvin, and Loken immediately looked at him. Rozim rummaged in his pocket for a while, then took out a pair of sunglasses and put them on his face, then took out a silver pen-like gadget.

"Watch, you'll know what's happening soon."

Click, after a burst of white light, Rozim took off his sunglasses and put the thing back in his pocket.

Isvin, Loken, and Kren stared blankly at him, and reacted after a few seconds.

"Boss, what about the cat?"

Obviously, they had all forgotten what they had just heard.

Rozim then scratched the back of his head irritably.

"Damn it, I'll talk to the Battle Group Leader about this matter myself in a few days!"

After turning around, he let out a long breath and glanced at Dogo, who was still趴on the wine barrel, and Chuan Quilo, who was still repairing his machine. Fortunately, Little Bro gave him this memory eraser before he left. It is said that it can erase a person's memory about a minute before and after without a trace. He calculated the time and it was just right. Unfortunately, according to Little Bro, this is a one-time use item, but in order to prevent these three idiots from talking nonsense and losing their lives in the future, he can only waste such a valuable thing.