Warhammer: I am the Hammer of the Empire.

Chapter 47 Action Code: Go Do Something!
On the metal platform where the army is stationed, the brown-haired lady officer is checking things. She suddenly finds that she has a lot of supplies, especially food and snacks. Feeling a little strange in my heart, I asked John, but John just made a shush gesture.

"Just use it up. The brothers in the fourth row need it more than using it for those trash."

The lady officer wanted to continue asking, but the conversation between the two was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a guy reeking of alcohol who made people hold their noses. That was the return of their platoon leader!

But he smelt of alcohol, most of the top soldiers must have touched that thing, but to be honest, no one would make himself like this on the battlefield.

But it's a done deal, John looked puzzled, and then asked. "Boss, my Blue Bay Ice?"

Alan Baier burped. "Compared to this, start to act now, act." He was dirty, staggered, and his military uniform became ugly and crumpled. Everyone helped him to lie down, but Alan Bayer was still shouting.

"Action, action, code name is

...that's, start messing with me now! "

The others looked in disbelief and wondered how he hadn't fallen while going up the stairs.

"John, find me some beauties with curvy buttocks, who are most familiar with the hive environment! I want to do something big!"

John looked at his boss numbly, he would go crazy if he held it in for too long, right?You want to lead women into guerrilla warfare, right?

"Kailan, you start now... hiccup... learn... hiccup... learn tmd to use melta bombs, the staff will bring a box tonight to open your eyes!"

Kailan clutched his head, melta bomb?That kind of thing is issued to the elite by the Ministry of Military Affairs, what did the staff do, give us this?

Kailan replied calmly. "Lieutenant, you drank too much..."

"Brunette! You...warm my bed!"

"Huh?" She was dumbfounded, and then answered immediately. "Yes, sir." The brown-haired lady officer blushed, then took off her shirt tremblingly, and was about to get under the covers.

John immediately took her right hand. "Sister, you are so confused!"

Kailan also took his left hand. "The platoon leader is drunk!"

The girl blushed and put on her clothes, but she let out an inaudible gasp.

Alan Baier saw that they didn't believe that he was going to do something big, and he kept talking. "The orcs are coming in right away, we're going to behead...behead the fucking one-eyed man!"

After talking, he fell asleep due to a headache, panting out a balanced exhalation, and the others felt inexplicably distressed when they saw it. The platoon leader has done so many things, so the pressure has already made him go crazy...

"It's pathetic," Kellan said.

"The platoon leader is also an ordinary person..." The sergeant looked at his face.

Normally, no one would think this farce is true... Except for John, he knows that Alan Byer is not an indulgent guy, and it is not normal to drink so much alcohol. People chatting with the dormitory also felt that something was wrong.

John walked back to his place without saying a word, looking at the mended and cracked photos on his place, and Alan Baier's thoughts in a daze.

"Get it done, get rid of One Eye, I want to be a green-skinned warlord."

Such weird nonsense...

An uneasy and special feeling grew in him, and he picked up his things and told his comrades. "I go out for a while."

Kellen asked. "Do you really want to find some beauties for him?"

John back. "Don't think too much, I'm just getting some hangover medicine..."

He walked down the wall and opened his tactical belt. There was nothing powerful inside, but a large pile of all kinds of strange Hive City family badges, from the roughest scrap iron to beautiful unnamed crystals. Yes, and he usually leaves the platform often, and he is basically not there when it is safe.

No one knows where he went, except himself, but today he left while on duty, is it really for the so-called sober medicine?
John crossed a few blocks and squeezed through the crowd. It was a bit too far for the purchase of hangover medicine, but after he squeezed through the last factory section, he actually walked directly to the production area of ​​the factory. He went straight through, Ignore the surprised eyes of those workers and the noisy factory sounds.

However, there are "not many people here." As a garden world, the factories in the hive capital are surprisingly quiet. Of course, this is compared with his hometown.

John went to the corner of the factory, took off his bulletproof armor, put it in the sewer of the hive capital, and then took out a waterproof bag from it. Inside was a beautiful gray suit for men and a mask similar to that of an owl on Terra.

After he changed his clothes, he continued on from the side path, passed through the factory, crossed the path, and arrived here.

A modest little room, he knocked on the door four times.

"Blessed by the God Emperor, choose here, the comet will fall, and we will be sad."

After a mechanical clicking sound, the door opened. In the dark corridor, not far after going down, there was a huge purple door. What's inside?There's alcohol, hallucinogens, food, women, hormones, perfume, and masks, the richest people on the planet.

And they actually showed extra attention to the arrival of the owl boy John. Of course, some people pay more attention to the pole dancer, which makes people wonder why this dance can be spread to the dark 40 thousand years. Is it because of Slaanesh?

The horse-faced man came. "Birdman, you came early today."

John replied. "There are so few people today, something happened, BoJack, answer me, something happened to the world, didn't it?"

Ma Nan took a sip of his drink. It wasn't cheap Amset, but a mix of hallucinogens and a lot of industrial materials.

"My God, you need a boat ticket, don't you? If, I mean, if your family is willing to take me in to work with you, I will consider selling you."

John frowned, of course, not being able to see clearly under his mask. "Boat ticket?"

The man called BoJack held his mask as if it was his mouth. "You don't know? Aren't you here to discuss business for the family?"

"Haven't the Star Guards notified you?"

John didn't hesitate. Although it was a lie, he answered with ease. "No, my work is confidential, but I did get wind of it."

BoJack nodded. "Okay, if it's you, I'll say, by the way, when will you be able to claim the kind of guaranteed profit fund you mentioned?

what do you say that is?Trust me?Faith?Oh trust! "

John didn't answer, just kept asking. "tell me."

BoJack curled his lips and looked at a group of nobles who looked like meat balls. "You lied to us, didn't you? He also said, give me 30.00% of the profit, and I will keep it secret."

John suddenly pressed against BoJack, and BoJack felt cold in his stomach. It was a small beam pistol, definitely not an Astra Militarum thing, more like a gangster's.

"Shut up and tell me."

BoJack said slowly. "God Emperor, I am very reluctant to be here, but we are leaving..."

He roughly said the notice of the Star Militia Army, John's face became paler and paler, and then he thought of something, and suddenly became hot, but there were countless changes, and finally only one sentence.

"You, find me some guys who are familiar with the hive capital, I will be of great use."

"If it works, you will see a miracle."

(End of this chapter)