Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 6 01.0006: ‘It’s clearly arranged’

Horatio suppressed the panic in his heart, immediately stood up, put the Huntress's legs on his shoulders, and pushed her back up when she was about to fall from the vent.

Snap. As the buckle of the girdle was released, she successfully got into the ventilation duct.

Horatio immediately jumped up on the ruins and disappeared in only ten seconds.

"Um?"

The three cultists walked to the side with the strange noise, and saw a dead silence in the darkness, with no one around.

——

The two of them crawled next to each other in the small vent, and no one who was stronger would be able to get through.

There was indeed a stench in the pipes, but it was diluted a lot by the scent of the Huntress.

But as long as it was a little further away, the smell would be very painful, so Horatio could only get as close as possible.

Adhering to the gentleman's principle of seeing no evil, he tried hard to restrain his instinct, always lowering his head, not looking at the round buttocks twisting in front of him, lest he get stuck in the ventilation duct like the Huntress.

Not long after crawling forward, I touched a pool of liquid. I looked down with the help of a headlamp. It was blood, and it was still very fresh.

"Are you hurt?"

"That's not my blood. The end is ahead. I have to stop and pry the grille, don't stick it too close..."

"Um?!"

The Huntress stopped, but before she could finish her words, Horatio, who had been looking at the ground almost the entire time, suddenly raised his head, and the thermal imaging equipment in front of him was thrust straight forward, poking his eye sockets.

After a long but torturous crawl through the pipeline, the two landed safely.

"Hiss, it hurts!" Horatio squeezed out while rubbing his red eyes.

After the pain in his eyes subsided slightly, the picture in front of him gradually changed from blurry to clear.

"Uh, that..."

He saw the Huntress blushing with shame and gnashing her teeth, as if she wanted to eat him alive with a ferocious expression.

"Let me make it clear first that I am not trying to take advantage of you. It was because before you finished speaking..."

Horatio ducked down keenly to avoid the punch, but was instantly kicked down by the Huntress, with the muzzle of the silenced gun pointed directly at his face.

"Calm down! Calm down!" Horatio spread his hands helplessly: "I apologize."

The Huntress stared at Horatio, who was sitting on the ground with a sad smile on his face, with a cold expression that looked like trash. Her red lips moved slightly, wanting to curse, but in the end she held back and put the pistol back.

Horatio just breathed a sigh of relief, snap!

The Huntress suddenly turned around, spinning the pistol in her slender fingers and inserting it into the holster in an instant.

Horatio lowered his head towards the place where the sound came from, and the soft soil in front of his crotch arched, and a steaming black hole was clearly visible.

"Next time, the bullet will hit five centimeters behind this position."

[Five centimeters later...]

Horatio looked at the position five centimeters behind and gasped, smiling bitterly: "What a good shot..."

He stood up, patted the dust on his body, and swallowed his throat while looking at the huge and ugly mutated bat corpse on the ground.

I don’t know if it’s due to long-term contamination from nesting, or if it’s just the breed.

This mutated bat weighs at least seven or eight kilograms and is as big as a doll pillow. It is impossible to see such a large mammal chiroptera in Ancient Terra, even if it is the first time I see it in such a narrow environment. , he would probably be so frightened that he screamed like her.

Horatio returned his gaze to the Huntress who was leaning against the wall to investigate the situation. As a girl born with a silver spoon in her mouth, this girl performed very well and was by no means a simple gilded embroidered pillow.

The Huntress was dismissive of Horatio's praise on the surface, but the pride in her heart had already arisen spontaneously, as if she was silently expressing, 'Who am I, how can I be bad at marksmanship? ’

"What are you still doing? Come to the front." The girl's impatient urging came from the front.

Horatio became serious again, took out the silencer from his tactical belt bag and screwed it on the barrel of the gun. He walked in front of the girl with the gun in his hand and stood guard against the wall.

He frowned slightly and realized that there was a sweet fragrance in the air. Just smelling it for a moment made people uncontrollably excited.

Horatio could hardly say that he did not feel some strange excitement.

He could clearly smell the mixed smell of perfume and incense on the girl's body, and the sweet smell in the air was reduced a lot, and he felt less itchy in his heart.

Huntress still had a serious look on her face and seemed completely unaffected by this strange fragrance.

[Okay, maybe too much high-end perfume. ]

She is always vigilant and relies on advanced technological devices to determine whether there are enemies behind the corner and the probability of risk.

After a patrol of dozens of cultists left in a bustling manner.

She used the vital signs augur to confirm the safety of the journey, then patted Horatio's shoulder with her hand, and the two began to move forward slowly and quietly.

Beep-beep-beep

There is a room in front, with the words 'Monks' Lounge' vaguely engraved on the old wooden sign, but it has obviously been used for other purposes, and there are constant radio sounds coming from inside.

Suddenly, Horatio raised his right hand into a fist, saying 'Stop! ’ meaning.

A cultist came forward. Horatio put his index finger on the trigger from the guard, and stood ready.

The man walked into the room. The door was not completely closed, but opened a small crack, and the lights were bright inside.

Horatio raised two fingers and made a circle in the air, indicating that the danger was gone, and motioned for the Huntress to follow.

When he touched the wall beside the door, Horatio pushed the thermal imaging camera up and peeked through the crack in the door, while the Huntress kept alert in front and behind.

[Is this... the mail room? It seems to be a dedicated line, so there is no interference. ]

He gestured to indicate the function of the room. There were four people, and he suspected that there might be some clues inside.

‘Enter, pay attention. ’

She patted Horatio on the back twice and raised her thumb.

Horatio walked carefully to the other side of the door, crossed his legs, glanced at the Huntress, and nodded slightly, which meant countdown.

Three...

Two...

…

One!

Horatio elbowed the door open, stretched out the barrel of the gun and quickly pulled the trigger into the room, three small sounds followed by three muffled sounds of falling to the ground.

Almost at the same time, the Huntress pulled the trigger from the opposite side and shot the remaining radio operators who had just responded.

‘Safe, enter,’ Horatio gestured.

The indoor wiring is complicated, and the cables are laid everywhere, just like the data center of a mining card factory.

Horatio entered first, pushed the radio operator lying on the table silently, and immediately checked the communicator after confirming that he was dead.

The female hunter checked the three people killed by Horatio and took a deep breath.

All of them were shot in the head in less than three seconds of reaction time, clean and neat, and killed with one shot.

When I thought that I was showing off my shooting skills in front of this guy just now, it seems like I was showing off my skills in front of an expert.

After confirming that there was no ongoing communication in the whole room, Horatio began to speak.

"My shooting skills are not bad." He saw the reaction of the female hunter to checking the body and deliberately chuckled.

The female hunter blushed, her red lips slightly opened, but she quickly bit them, trying to dilute the shame lingering in her mind.

Horatio coughed lightly, and immediately returned to his serious state, saying:

"This is a dedicated line, calling another receiving station, and then manually transferring it to the target from there, so we can't use this to call the Legal Department, and the request for help will be screened out and expose our whereabouts, usually more than one mail room."

"Bring the storage board next to that dead guy, don't throw it away!" The Huntress stood in front of an old and bloated Thinker array, thinking.

Horatio raised his eyebrows and pointed to a thing shaped like an oversized graphics card.

"This?"

"Yes."

He was not sure, but was shocked. In the forty-first millennium, humans actually made the storage board like a big square brick!

When I think of the setting of this world, maybe there is really a human brain as wetware in this thing.

[Okay, no wonder you said not to throw it away, afraid that your brain will be dizzy, right. ]

"So, you plan to copy all the communication records inside?" Horatio inserted the big square brick into the slot.

‘++Command: Access data++’

‘++Command: Data processing++’

‘++Command: Encrypt data++’

‘++Command: Start saving++’

‘1%…’

‘3%…’

‘6%…’

“I want to find out all the cancer in today’s incident.” The Huntress said coldly: “Then execute it myself.”

“This thing is too big, it is not conducive to our future operations.”

The Huntress obviously did not take Horatio’s advice seriously, and entered the copy code on her own.

Horatio sighed, turned around, looked at the vast number of message scrolls in front of him, and suddenly an idea came to his mind.

Since the omen fragments can help him predict the next development of the matter, can it reveal what key information he should collect?

With a try-it mentality, Horatio closed his eyes and entered the dark space.

‘+Activation: Omen Fragment+’

‘+Energy: 3/6+’

‘+Psychic: 3/6+’

‘+Corruption: 3/6+’

‘+Soul Fire: 3/20+’

Horatio looked at the panel and found some clues.

It seems that as long as the enemy is killed by the weapon with his own hands, it seems that the soul fire of the dead will also be absorbed.

And from this relatively sufficient psychic reserve, it seems that the original owner has entered a high psychic environment, and even he himself could not detect it.

[Let me see which information is more helpful to me. ]

Three scenes flashed before Horatio's eyes.

Two of them revealed the letters placed in different corners of the room, and the third scene was that the patrol team discovered the terrible scene in the carriage and sounded the alarm.

Horatio took a deep breath, frowned, and immediately turned his head to ask the Huntress: "How long will it take?"

"Ten minutes, should be."

Without the time to think, he immediately set off to find the location of the letters in the first two scenes.

All anonymous letters.

‘The supplies are ready, and all that’s missing is what you promised us.’

[This looks like a letter from the port gang.]

Horatio pinched his chin and frowned.

It’s very common for cultists to buy supplies from the port gangs. Even the gangs may not know that these people are cultists. As long as there is money to be made, they are willing to take risks.

Is this really a valuable clue?

Horatio threw the letter back, but it made a muffled sound that paper couldn’t make.

He picked up the envelope again and found a silver coin in it. On the silver coin was printed a strange vulture man, leaning on a cane, with empty eyes, and a kind of speechless horror.

[Privately minted silver coins?]Horatio touched the silver coin with his fingertips.

No, this thing looks more like a token, not a forged currency.

Although he didn’t know what it was used for, he decided to put the silver coin in his pocket first.

Then, Horatio came to a locked cabinet, picked up the gun, pointed it at the keyhole, and pulled the trigger.

The inside looked no different from an ordinary storage cabinet, but Horatio saw the small mechanism hidden inside through the omen fragments.

He reached into the cabinet and turned the knob on the top of the cabinet.

Click——

A small storage cabinet was opened on the wall.

With this degree of disguise, it would be difficult for ordinary people to discover that there is a mechanism here. After all, who would open a cabinet and touch it up?

"What is that?" Huntress heard the noise and walked towards the secret cabinet.

"I don't know, it must be a very important secret message."

The Huntress looked suspicious and took out one of the volumes from above and opened it.

"Holy Emperor..." She immediately gasped.

Horatio moved closer to her, and the contents made his eyebrows drop to the extreme.

"Horatio Cochrane will be escorted from prison to the Ministry of Justice fortress in three days. The escort vehicle has been dispatched, tail number XXXXXXX, with two escorts, and the commissioner of the Ministry of Justice: Farida Hood."

In just two lines, the amount of information is already large enough.

Farida Hood stood there, her pupils trembling in disbelief.

Even if there is no signature, the information about this inconspicuous escort operation of the Ministry of Justice can be written in such detail, it is self-evident what the sender's position is.

Farida took two steps back and let out a long and rapid breath.

"I didn't expect that I was clearly plotted three days ago..." She sat on the table.

Horatio took the letter from her.

Even if she knew in her heart that there was a mole in the Ministry of Justice, as a prisoner, she would definitely not believe what she said. If she was escorted back to the Ministry of Justice and told others, she would definitely be dealt with immediately for various reasons.

It's better now, seeing it with my own eyes, the evidence is conclusive.

Uh-uh-

Suddenly, the emergency lights came on and a rapid siren sounded.

"What happened! Did they find out that we were copying communications?" Farida was on guard with a gun, but was disrupted by the unexpected alarm.

"No."

Horatio, who had already known the situation in advance, seemed quite calm: "They just discovered the escort vehicle. The information has been obtained. We have to withdraw."

Suddenly, a cadence, a sharp and evil speech came out from the radio.

"My dear brothers and sisters, the two sacrifices escaped after killing several of our comrades, but they will certainly not be able to run far. The Prince of Darkness will curse them! Take up arms and find them! Use their hearts and bodily fluids In exchange for the blessings of the Lord of Joy!”

"They started mobilizing."

"It's almost there! Just wait!"

Farida lay lying in front of the array of meditators, her green eyes reflected in the light and the same color, and beads of sweat kept sliding down her curved and beautiful chin.

‘91%…’

‘93%…’

Horatio stood behind the door, gun on guard. He had already heard the dense rush of footsteps coming from the corridor.

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