Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 35 02.0035: ‘Where the Law Does Not Enter’

The F-4 block, the people here gave it a name, the White Night District. Because from here, it is the underground part of the Vegas district, even in the daytime, it is as dark as the night.

Horatio Cochrane was once the king of the underground there. His ‘labor gang’ once covered half of the PW-P-15 giant starport cargo area, and also occupied several areas in the huge and bloated Vegas district.

Although ordinary people living there don’t know about these behind-the-scenes disputes, people on the road stay away from Horatio in that area.

“That’s enough, thank you.”

“Don’t go a little further?”

“Your family’s emblem luxury car is too conspicuous here, it’s not a good idea to go any further.”

The hovercraft slowly descended.

“Goodbye, Miss Hood. You’ve worked hard these two days, and I hope to see you again in the future.” Horatio said goodbye to Farida with a warm face.

Farida looked at the black-haired young man in front of her and was caught off guard by his sudden gentleness and seriousness.

The girl blushed slightly, turned her head shyly and looked forward, and shouted: "Humph, I finally got rid of you. The Hood family is a glorious naval family, so this kind of trivial matter is not worth mentioning. Do your job well, reserve sergeant."

"Yes, Miss Hood!" Horatio put his legs together, straightened his body, and saluted her with an eagle.

"Be careful, you don't even have a gun on you. In a place like this, without the protection of our Hood family..."

"Yo yo yo, such a good car, how much does it cost." Before Farida finished speaking, a group of killers surrounded the luxury car.

Horatio, who had many years of memory of life in the middle and lower nests, knew that these guys were here to collect "parking fees".

The so-called "parking fees" are actually just a name to grab a little money, which is a good training opportunity for the bottom minions.

"Young masters and young ladies, please pay the 'parking fee'."

Although this group of Shamatte is large in number, they only have a few automatic guns in poor condition and homemade 'water pipe guns', and the rest are wooden sticks and iron sticks picked up from somewhere.

But as long as it can fire bullets, it is a deadly weapon.

The thugs holding sticks surrounded the car to show their threat, ready to smash the vehicle at any time.

The fat leader in the lead used his dirty hands to touch the soft leather seats and the emblem of the Hood family everywhere.

Obviously, they didn't know that this emblem represented the most powerful naval family in Abyss Port. Recognizing emblems is the custom of the upper nest people.

"Pay the 'parking fee' first, this is the 'rule' of the road."

The little leader laughed and put the knife on the paint of the high-end car.

As a place where the law does not set foot, the middle and lower nests have their own rules. They are like small societies that are separated from the mainstream.

"Take your dirty hands away, if you dare to scratch, you will die today." Farida's eyes were fierce, and she pressed her hand on the holster.

The hunting vigilante from the spire district was not familiar with the ways of these lower classes. She mainly used guns and electromagnetic shackles to deal with these ruffians. When her hand touched the holster, a trace of embarrassment suddenly appeared on her face-the magazine was empty when she fought with the Chaos Egg last night!

As another means, Farida wanted to take out the Ministry of Justice ID to scold, but Horatio waved his hand to stop.

She glared at Horatio, as if to say, "Let's see what you can do!"

As a person who grew up in the middle and lower nests, Horatio knew very well that in this situation, it was impossible to scare these "hyenas" with two rich young masters and young ladies who looked like they had sneaked out of the upper nest and a book of ID. If things went wrong, it would turn into an uncontrollable armed conflict.

The hive police here are all black and white, pretending to be blind. When the Ministry of Justice came, the gangsters had already smashed the vehicles and ran away. In this place where there is no surveillance, there is no way to find anyone, and in the end, it can only be left unresolved.

Fighting with these hooligans, there is no benefit if you win, and it will be a huge loss if you get hurt.

Moreover, if Farida gets hurt, he can't explain to Rear Admiral Alexander Hood.

[Then his naval career will end at the beginning! Don't do such things! ]

"How much?" Horatio asked expressionlessly.

He came here just to find the fortune teller to ask about the situation, and then get some food by the way. Although he is no longer wanted, he has no gun on him after all, so it is better to keep a low profile.

"For such a good car, it is reasonable to charge a little more, five... fifty thousand!"

[……]

In order to save time, Horatio didn't mind throwing a little money to feed the dog, but it was obvious that fifty thousand was beyond his tolerance.

"I can give you 50,000. But..."

"Haha, brother, you're straightforward! Then take the money."

These guys thought they had caught a big soft persimmon with a lot of money, and the other gangsters also relaxed their vigilance and laughed.

Farida rolled her eyes at Horatio and turned her head away speechlessly.

[What? This guy, I thought he was good at it, but in the end he just gave the money obediently, huh. ]

"Before taking the money, I suggest you ask about the price of collecting "parking fees" from Horatio Cochran."

Horatio's tone was extremely gloomy, and his eyes hidden in the shadows were like a cold sharp knife.

The air froze in an instant, and then there was silence for a few seconds.

A person who seemed to be a deputy hurriedly leaned close to the ear of the leading fat man and whispered thiefly:

"Head...Head! He...he is the 'King of Port Area' Cochrane. He has a new prosthetic leg and I didn't recognize it..."

The gang leader looked sideways at the deputy with only horror in his eyes.

His body suddenly collapsed, and the arrogant and mighty aura just now softened. The oppression of fear made him tremble uncontrollably, and he said with a cry:

"you!"

He squeezed out a long and weak sound as if he was phasing out his breath. It was as comical as if someone had grabbed his throat.

"Me?" Horatio tilted his head and smiled coldly.

"Co...Cochran, I...we..."

His voice became softer and softer as he spoke, his fat throat breathing heavily, and soon his face turned red, and a comfortable warmth came from the front and back of his crotch.

The too-long haircut was shaking in the air, looking a little ridiculous. Upon seeing this, the other gangsters also lowered their weapons, as if they had been slapped by an invisible hand.

"Very good. It will be easier if you still remember this name. Get out of here."

Horatio scolded with a stern face, kicking the leading gangster over.

"If you dare to rob again, it will be your head next time."

"Thank you, thank you Lord Cochran for your kindness... I will never dare to do it again!!!"

The leader cried sadly, trembled, and immediately got up from the ground and ran away, leaving behind the stench and filth caused by incontinence on the ground.

The rest of the men didn't even dare to pick up the weapons left on the ground, and they all fled in a hurry as if they had seen a ghost.

Maybe none of them had seen what Horatio did with their own eyes, but anyone who was involved in this business knew that someone who could make a name for himself in this lawless land and win the title of 'King of the Port' People are people they are not qualified to provoke anyway.

Horatio watched as a group of defeated dogs fled in despair, slipped into the dark narrow alley, and turned to face Farida.

"When we get here, it would be disrespectful to ask such a distinguished guest like you to protect my 'master'."

Horatio smiled and bowed gentlemanly to Farida.

[This guy...is really not a good guy! ! ] Farida pursed her pink lips.

As a member of the legal department who came from a wealthy family, he actually drove the gang leader back to his former territory.

[The God Emperor is above! What's going on! ]

When she thought of this, Farida's face turned red and she could no longer turn her head.

"I still have things to deal with. Please excuse me, Miss Hood."

Horatio took a few steps back and waved goodbye, his usual warm smile returning to his face.

"You are now a reserve sergeant of the Imperial Navy. From now on... you are not allowed to do these dirty things again! Hey, are you listening?"

The girl's resentful and harsh shouts came from behind. Horatio raised the corners of his mouth and walked away alone towards the dimly lit F-4 neighborhood.

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