The Uncanny: The Knowledgeable Returns From Warhammer

Chapter 66 The Warehouse at Night

In the eastern district of Tingen City, the door of a remote warehouse near the pier suddenly opened slowly, causing the unblocked evening wind to set off invisible undercurrents in the dirty air of the warehouse.

While the light of the oil lamp swayed slightly, twisted shadows were drawn on the high and low bedsteads neatly arranged on both sides.

At the gate of the warehouse, the deputy of the Bloody Hand who once rode in the same carriage with Bloody Pete, despite being well-dressed in suits and leather shoes, acted like a new nobleman.

But at this moment, he bowed slightly humbly, and introduced to the middle-aged man with a normal body and a slender beard at the corner of his mouth, and introduced respectfully:
"Dear Mr. Captain, according to the agreement, the person has already prepared it, and it can be shipped to Backlund's secret port at any time."

Nodding his head slightly, the middle-aged man called "Captain" gently twisted his beard at the corner of his mouth, and glanced at the neatly arranged high beds in the warehouse, where there were nearly a hundred sleeping figures.

Most of them looked shabby in their clothes and seemed to come from poor families. There were faint smiles on the corners of their mouths while they were sleeping soundly, as if they were still looking forward to the future.

Beside him, the deputy from the leader of the Bloody Hand Party, Pete, explained in a flattering tone how they registered an intermediary company, and how they used their meager money to lure a man in the name of going to Backlund to work. An ignorant poor girl fell into a trap, and planned to take a freighter along the Tussock River tonight to transfer them to Backlund's secret port.

In response to this, the middle-aged captain's brows twitched indiscernibly, and he withdrew his gaze and glanced at the seemingly undefended warehouse gate, which was guarded secretly by black street mice with guns.

Suddenly he asked with interest: "Are none of them aware of the abnormality and want to escape?"

"There is such a situation." Pete's deputy smiled and explained: "Of course this is just an example, those who did not listen to the advice have also been sunk into the Tussock River, and no one will leak any news. "

Hearing this, the middle-aged captain nodded "with great satisfaction" and said, "Then do you know what kind of fate they will usher in?"

"Of course... to complete a great plan?" The deputy sneered, a little uncertain.

After all, he is just a black street mouse in a small city. He doesn't know what these big shots want to do. The only information he has is a few words that he overheard from the drunken human trafficker Kaping when he came into contact with them.

But he didn't care about it, as long as he got on the line with the big man behind Capin, he would pay a small price, and it was these lowly poor people who paid the price.

"Great plan..."

The middle-aged captain suddenly laughed, looked up at the boundless starry sky, and murmured to himself, "To be honest, I don't like this kind of statement!"

As he said that, he suddenly turned his head to look at the deputy of the Bloody Hand Party beside him, and while putting his fingers into his arms, he said with a smile on his face:

"However, in order to encourage your 'loyalty', I decided to give you some small rewards..."

"Pounds of gold? Treasures?"

"Or possessing terrifying power, some kind of opportunity to become a person with extraordinary abilities that the leader Pete is extremely afraid of?"

"Perhaps, I will be the one who controls Tingen City in the future..."

While thoughts were rushing, an uncontrollable excitement gradually rose on the deputy's face with a flattering smile.

"Oh!"

A clear gunshot suddenly destroyed his thoughts.

Before stunned, puzzled, and panic climbed onto his tattered face, the instantly disorganized nerve center that lost the master control of the cerebellum had already caused his limbs to twitch randomly, and he fell limply on the cold ground without any suspense.

And just a second before his thoughts were about to freeze, he saw the slightly bloated body of the middle-aged captain in front of him, which shattered like a mirror, revealing a revolver tightly grasped, with one hand resting on his forehead, The slightly immature cheeks are full of distorted smiles, whispering like a whisper:

"I saw hope and longing in your eyes, but now... it's gone!"

……

"Chant the great being with me, the Emperor!"

"Shout out to those traitors and heretics!"

"Let us wage a holy war, let anger boil like a huge wave, and the flames of loyalty will burn the bodies of traitors and aliens, and claws and fangs will tear their souls..."

"Everyone is guilty, and it is up to the Inquisition to decide who is right. The glory shines on us, and the expedition of redemption will be judged for all unfaithfulness!"

The loud gunfire not only woke up the sleeping "maid" in the warehouse, but also caused the black street mice on duty nearby to cast a surprised look at the warehouse door.

It wasn't until Aiwen, disguised as a middle-aged captain, turned his gun on them using the dream cover generated by "Pan's Flute", that he began to frantically set up the gun in his hand and shoot at the warehouse door indiscriminately.

But at this moment, accompanied by deep and strange chanting sounds, a man was bound under bandages, only revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes and a cracked mouth.

A strange mummy-like figure suddenly sprang out from the darkness, fell on one of the black street mice, and began to bite crazily.

And like a wild beast, he swallowed the minced meat and scarlet body fluid gushing out from the opponent's neck.

Let the trembling black street mouse next to him howl "monster" while backing back and turning his gun.

However, before he could pull the trigger, the clear gunfire sounded continuously in the distance, causing thick blood mist to rise suddenly from his chest, abdomen and neck.

The "Dum bomb" with great stagnation ability penetrated his flesh like a blooming flower, constantly tumbling and cutting through bundles of tendons, tearing apart one blood vessel after another, letting the body wrapped in it The soft internal organs were completely shattered into pieces.

At the same time, the black street mouse, which was crushed under the "mummy" and bitten frantically, also slowly stopped howling. The unconsciously twitching limbs and the still warm blood under the body seemed to confirm the unwillingness to pass away.

The "mummy" who just discarded it aside slowly got up without mercy, limped and walked straight to the gate of the warehouse in the distance, and pointed his gun at Aiwen here.

When he was about ten steps away from the other party, he suddenly stopped, ignoring the torn wound under the bandage, repeatedly oozing scarlet blood, knelt down on one knee, stretched out his right hand with only three fingers left, and crossed his left arm against his chest. forward, while lowering the head to the right and saying:
"By the God-Emperor, Great Primarch!"

Hearing this, Aiwen finally slowly released the trigger that was about to be pulled. His expression was still painful, and he asked slowly with a more complicated expression:
"Six Fingers... When did you become loyal to the Emperor?"

"Last night, Pastor Ademisor pulled me out of the abyss, gave me holy baptism, and gave me hope."

Judging from the familiar voice, the other party was the surviving subordinate of One-eyed Walker, and after getting the corresponding answer, Ivan nodded, glanced across the restless warehouse, and said in a serious tone:

"There is another extremely important thing that requires me to fall asleep here, and wake me up in a quarter of an hour!"

After all, after reloading the bullets, he leaned his body against the warehouse door, held the revolver tightly in one hand, and pulled out the "rose cane" on his waist with the other, and closed his eyes directly.

"May the Emperor bless you!"

After praying in a low voice, Six Fingers slowly got up and stood in front of Ai Wen, facing the chaotic warehouse gate, like an ancient guard.

And the weird appearance of being wrapped in bandages made the "maids" in the warehouse scream and back away.

But there are also some more courageous ones, pointing to the half-headed corpses on the ground of the warehouse door that are barely illuminated by the light of oil lamps, crying with horror on their faces:
"God, it's that gentleman!"

"Yes, it's him, the boss of this company."

"They actually killed him, will they kill us too?"

"We have to get out of here and go to the police..."

The cries one after another were mixed with some malicious instigation, which made the "maids" trapped in the warehouse start to move.

(End of this chapter)