Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Bantha walked into the street from the other end of this small town. The sky had darkened. The dark desert was cold and lifeless, so the streets were empty. There were only small bars on the roadside on the dead streets. There were bursts of noise.

This is a very small town, with only one street and a few rock houses in the desert. It seems to be a settlement with little vitality and development potential.

There were many places like this in this desert, and most of them were doomed, destroyed by natural disasters, lack of supplies, and raids by raiders, but apparently this town survived, and for a simple reason.

There were several Marauder motorcycles parked outside the bar, and its members were presumably hanging out in the bar.

The light shined on the ground from between the windows and door openings. The hairy Bansa stopped on the side of the street. Vito jumped off its back. He was walking on the street with two guns in his arms. There were only a few houses in the street. In the small street of the house, a man stood next to the burning gasoline barrel. He raised his head and looked at Vito passing by.

The outsider carrying the gun gave him a cold look, and the latter immediately understood that he should not mind his own business. He lowered his head and pretended not to see Vito.

Vito smiled and ignored him, and walked directly in front of him. Vito was walking on the street, and he glanced at the motorcycles parked neatly outside the door of the bar. There were six of them. There are many, and the completeness is pretty good.

Although it's still a typical piece of wasteland junk, the thing can still run, and the parts can still be used, so yes, it's relatively good.

Vito nodded with satisfaction, then walked past the motorcycle and outside the bar. He pushed open the fence door and the creaking sound attracted the attention of the entire bar.

After all the noise, the plunderers turned their heads. They looked at the sudden arrival of the outsider with evil intentions. There were some other travelers here, but it was obvious that they all consciously kept a distance from the plunderers.

This is wise, especially if they know what's coming next.

Vito looked around at this medium-sized bar. It was no doubt like most bars, except that the walls and floors were entirely made of stone. There were no floor tiles or carpets. It was just a stone house.

The bartender watched Vito clean the glass, but as all the predators looked at Vito, the movement of the bartender's hand stopped.

Vito smiled and walked to the bar. He looked at the table with his fingers. The bartender knew what it meant, so he consciously poured a glass of wine for Vito.

The latter picked up the drink made from cactus juice. He took a sip of the bitter drink and complained in a low voice. Then Vito turned his head and looked at the predators in the bar.

His eyes looked at the nearest plunderer, and he smiled, "I have a small job that needs to be done. I need to rob a train or something."

The predator raised his eyebrows and snorted, "That's a Trade Federation train. We collected their tolls and are providing them with protection! You kid, you better pay attention, if you don't want your head to explode!"

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly and snorted jokingly, "Oh? So they paid you to protect the trade routes? That's why you fought with the local tribesmen and tried to drive them out of their land."

"Ha! Their land? Fart! This is our territory! The Firewheel Gang's territory!" The predator slapped the table and shouted, and his companions around him began to agree.

"Collect people's money to help them eliminate disasters! Besides, the money given by the businessmen of the Trade Federation is not small! After collecting the tolls, you have to work!"

It seems that just as Vito thought, Ushkens merchants paid local gangsters, probably protection money or something, to protect trade routes and important roads, and they hired these criminals as their own. Special "Guard"

I have to say that it really has the characteristics of today's world-shaking world.

Another man laughed, it was an ugly man, he laughed, "And there are many additional benefits! For example, we can play with the women of the tribe, although they are not very good-looking!"

"If there's anything good we'll notice! Then have a good 'experience'!" They laughed, and all the predators laughed.

Vito also smiled and touched his chin, "I'll tell you two things. First, I need to take your motorcycle away. Second, you pissed me off, so the chat is over."

"What?"

Vito instantly pulled out his pistol, and the bullet fired from the muzzle killed the ugly predator with one shot. He was no longer ugly, because his head exploded, and the man fell down and knocked over half of the table.

All the Marauders stood up and drew their weapons, preparing to fight back, but Vito was much faster than them.

He turned his pistol and fired again. Another Marauder was hit by a shot. Blood sprayed on the gray-white wall. His companions began to fire, and the barrage of short-barreled shotguns hit Vito.

The latter turned over and hid at the bar, and the bartender immediately hid behind him and cursed loudly, "You want to fight! Don't do it on my territory!"

"Sorry, man, I don't think it's possible, but don't worry I'll end it as soon as possible." Vito said and pulled out his revolver. He pulled the bolt and took a deep breath. Countless bullets hit his head and wiped out the wine. Glasses from the wine glasses on the shelf flew everywhere, the bartender cursed loudly, and the travelers here immediately fled.

They escaped from the bar behind the looters, and the punk riders opened fire at the bar with their guns, bullets hitting the table and sending sparks flying.

But these idiots obviously forgot a basic tactical principle, don't shoot together, because you always have to reload.

Their bullets ran out almost at the same time, the gunfire stopped suddenly, and these idiot predators were completely unprepared for alternate cover.

Vito seized the opportunity and stood up. He held two guns and fired violently. The revolver and the automatic pistol were interactively designed. His arms moved and adjusted with the flickering gunfire. The bullets hit the predators, shattering their flesh and blood. , red blood spilled.

Vito killed them all in a very short period of time, each bullet accurately killing each of the predators. They fell to the ground and knocked over many tables and benches.

Vito stood in a messy bar. He held two pistols with empty bullets and looked at the corpses on the ground. "At least most people can still identify themselves. There are whole bodies in the dead."

Vito's self-reflection did not last long. The door of the bar was kicked open, and the predators wandering around elsewhere heard the gunshots and rushed over.

They rushed into the bar and shot Vito before he could change his ammunition. The first person who rushed in was instantly hit on the wall, and the powerful psychic power knocked him against the wall and fell heavily to the ground. .

Vito turned his head and looked in the direction of the door. Golden lightning shot out from his body instantly, and the lightning struck the intruder into blackened and shattered corpses.

The marauders were shattered and disintegrated after being hit, and some hit the wall with half of their bodies steaming, as if they had been hit by the sun.

Vito calmly changed the bullets, and then shot the last predator standing in the bar hall, holding a gun at a loss.

Vito shot him in the head, calmly and calmly as if he was popping a balloon at an amusement park. He sighed, inserted the two guns into the holsters, and walked to the fallen predator.

He squatted down and took out the keys of the motorcycle from his body. The bartender also stood up in confusion. He looked around at the many corpses lying in the bar, and then looked at Vito who was groping on the corpses.

He quickly found all the keys. He held up the bunch of keys and looked at them under the light. They had different shapes and were completely hand-made inferior items that were as bad as their owners.

But it doesn't matter, as long as they can start and catch up with the train.

Vito pulled a money bag from the predator's waist at his feet, and threw it to the bartender, who caught the money bag and looked at the man in front of him in confusion.

"A small compensation, as compensation for the loss of your bar, can you bury them by the way? I believe them lying here will greatly affect your business."

Vito said with a smile on his face. The bar looked at him and nodded almost in horror, "Wizard!" He is a wizard!

Vito probably knew what he was surprised about, and then he smiled and walked out of the bar. He walked down the stairs and took off the chain from the doorpost.

He tied several motorcycles together, and they were connected in a long line. Vito got on the leading motorcycle, whose body was decorated with the skull of a beast, and watched with their owner. It looks just as aesthetically bad.

Vito inserted the key into the switch and then activated the engine. He drove the motorcycle towards the desert. He whistled and Bansa followed him and left.

The townspeople and travelers in the small town stood on the street and watched Vito walking away. Each of them saw clearly what happened, and more people would soon know.

The bartender was holding a money belt in front of the door. He looked at Vito who was going away, and the latter disappeared into the desert in the dark night on a motorcycle.

He saw the golden lightning flashing in the dark clouds.