Warhammer 40: Gods Of Mortals

Chapter 1130: Space Marine Gang
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Outside the western border of the Talon Sector.

The Beliscorona Sector co-manages the trade world with Talon.

Nest.

Under the black artificial sky filled with stars, in the park, a projection device is projecting the image of a woman onto the open space in the square.

This woman was not very pretty, but she had a lot of charm. She was wearing the traditional clothing of the Beliscorona star region.

This is clearly a star.

After being projected onto the square, the star was not telling everyone the trailer of his new movie, but a kind of public welfare publicity.

"The Eye of Terror has been closed. Is the Beliscorona Sector, once the star region surrounding the Eye of Terror, completely safe? No!"

"Hostile Space Marines have infiltrated the sector. These bastards have engaged in a series of crimes such as robbery, assassination, and chemical smuggling. They are particularly talented in this business. Their abilities are better than the most vicious gangs in the cruelest hive in the Corona sector."

"Are we helpless against these hostile Astartes who have infiltrated the area? Of course not."

"Throne bless. Luckily, these fools will try to steal the chemicals sold by the Talons that have tracking structures on their molecular bonds."

"Immediately apply for a tracking device from the Hive City Law Department, wear the tracking device, collect the short-range signals from the chemical tracking structure, wait for the Law Department to chase those super criminals, and then wait to wear the Outstanding Emperor's Chosen Medal at the commendation ceremony to thank you for your contribution to the security of the Lower Hive."

At this point, the star raised his hand and pointed at the people in the square, and continued to say what he had already recorded.

"Remember, the tracking devices are provided free of charge to the people of Talon. If anyone from the Legal Department charges you for any tracking device, file a complaint against them."

The star's projection flickered a few times and then started over again.

This method of inviting big names from the hive world to do publicity is always considered effective.

In the square, a man who had watched the public service announcement took out a tracking device he had just applied for from the Ministry of Justice.

This ring-shaped thing will automatically pop up an interface when the man looks at it.

The man just took a look on a whim, but when he glanced at the content displayed on the interface, he was suddenly stunned for a second.

There is a red dot displayed on the interface, and that red dot overlaps with his coordinate position marked on the interface.

After a brief moment of daze, the man lowered his head and looked along the drain of the fountain.

A dozen tall men in black robes, each carrying a large bucket, were running wildly in the huge pipeline in the lower nest that was built who knows how many years ago.

“Molan!” someone carrying a chemical barrel yelled, “There are only two barrels left to be processed! Hurry!”

Hearing the shouts, Molan hunched over and limped towards the fighting brother who was shouting, then opened the chemical barrel behind the fighting brother and injected the potion he had prepared into it.

Molan called his potion chemical EMP. It can be used to cover the tracking structure connected on the molecular bonds of the chemical substances produced by the Talons, making it impossible for the tracking structure composed of molecules to send out even short-range signals.

After injecting one bucket, there is still one bucket left. As long as the last drop of medicine can be injected into the last bucket, the short-range signal will be completely blocked in a short period of time, and any tracking device worn by anyone will not be able to capture the location of the chemical.

Then they returned to the base and used the chemical operation equipment scavenged from the Imperials to completely decompose the tracking structure in barrels of chemicals.

"The last barrel." Molan shivered and groaned, gently pointing the container storing the medicine at the hole that was violently drilled in the chemical barrel, and then stretched out her fingers to gently press...

boom--

The sudden explosion next to Molan interrupted her work of administering the medicine.

The explosion was obviously not caused by some military explosives, but by impact missiles that were only allowed to be used in densely populated worlds like the Hive City. This missile was only the size of a bullet and could produce an extremely strong shock wave when launched.

Molan and a dozen of his brothers were knocked down by the explosion, but the strong bodies of the Space Marines allowed them to recover quickly.

All the people who were blown away were carrying chemical barrels on their backs. After they recovered, their first reaction was not to check their own bodies, but to immediately check the chemical barrels behind them. When they found that the chemical barrels were intact, they felt fortunate and praised the barrels made by Tyrone for being tough enough.

In any case, it would be unwise to focus on the chemical barrels first in this situation.

At the bottom of the huge pipe and in front of Molan and his group, in the dense smoke and dust, heavy footsteps were heard first from the smoke, and then a tall iron man walked out.

Red and blue lights flashed alternately on the Iron Man's left and right shoulders, and a large number of riot-suppressing weapons were integrated on his two arms.

The fact that there were no lethal weapons on board did not make Molan feel at ease, because the reason why this kind of iron man would not use lethal weapons was that it would not allow innocent people in the nest to be affected. When it came time to use lethal weapons...

This iron man is itself a lethal weapon.

Molan and his companions' fear of the iron man prevented them from rushing to resist or escape.

The steps that Iron Man needed to complete also prevented him from continuing his attack immediately.

A cold, simulated voice similar to that of a human woman emanated from Iron Man's voice generator.

"Tyrone and Bailey Corona jointly manage the Trade World, under the Chemical Supervision and Control Bureau, and Security Iron Man No. 48."

Iron Man's ID was projected by a tiny device on his shoulder, which was marked with the random hardware number that Iron Man received when he left the factory.

"The scan results show that you are a roving Space Marine gang named Sons of Pleasure in the Hive Empire Law Department's database. This time you stole the controlled chemical - artificial beta non-isohydroxytryptamine."

"Before that, you committed multiple crimes such as murder and robbery. My colleagues and I will not inform you of the sentence on the spot, but I kindly remind you that I expect the sentence you will receive will be direct execution."

"Now you are offered a choice."

After saying that, the security guard projected a projection with options.

It shows two options: accept arrest and refuse arrest.

Molan raised her eyebrows, thought about it, and finally reached out and clicked the "Refuse Arrest" option.

"If you refuse to be arrested, you will be executed on the spot!"

"Execution protocol initiated!"

The voice of the security iron man suddenly turned into a deep and fierce male voice. Red light emanated from his body and his entire body unfolded. All non-lethal weapons were hidden and replaced by the sword and power claws that the security iron man came with when he left the factory.

Molan was panicked. The last time she refused arrest, she was just beaten and arrested, but this time was obviously different.

"We accept! Accept!" someone shouted.

The red light on the security iron man dissipated, and non-lethal weapons were extended again.

Then a circular hole was cut above everyone's heads, and armed men wearing heavy power armor jumped down from the incision one after another. Without saying anything, they beat Molan and others violently with electric batons in their hands.

Meanwhile, far away.

On a high tower.

The "bat", which is nearly five meters tall, squatted on the horizontal bar and quietly observed everything with his amazing eyesight.

(End of this chapter)