God Emperor’s Angel of Death

Meke sniffed, but there was no expression on his face.

"Oh, that means we must obey your orders, right?"

Yarik can understand the other party’s concerns. These people lick blood and conspiracy Betrayal and betrayal are even more commonplace. For them, strength control is everything.

He imagined how he would feel if he was forced to hand over the army to other people to command, so he could understand Meck’s anxiety.

The two sat with their feet upright under the pergola, enjoying this extremely long afternoon.

Not far away, some gang backbones are playing a popular game called Blood Bowl Rugby, a means of wasting time.

Suddenly, a shirtless brawny man ran up the dirt slope. His vigorous exercise made his face flushed and he was sweating profusely.

Then he saluted the two people who leaned lazily on the recliner. Arek judged from the calloused hands and scars on his body that this was an experienced thug. Even with bare hands, he can hit seven or eight waste materials in the barracks.

"Boss!"

"Okay, Siby."

Meck turned his head and looked towards Yarek.

"Shall we bet a game?"

Yarik glanced at the football, it was damaged a bit, not very complete.

"I bet on the red team."

Yarik said with a smile, the red team is the brawny man in front of him.

The brawny man immediately turned and returned to the hot sand in front of him, panting heavily, and bent down to look at the football on the ground.

Following a whistle, the strong men slammed into each other violently and pushed each other, while the brawny man was already holding the ball and flying through the crowd.

Yarik never thought he could run so fast.

"Red team, get one point."

"Go for a drink, Seby."

Meck waved his hand and the brawny man was excited. He ran to the side and picked himself a glass of cold wine.

After that, the boss of the Blood Hook Gang squeezed out a little powder from the golden box again, leaned back on the chair, and sighed.

"Brother, how sure are you that you can hold the city."

Yarik turned his head and looked up close. Meck’s face looked like a monkey, his brain was gated, and his lips were wide. His flat nose, dark forehead and tall, long black hair braided down to his back like a waterfall, and the lumps embedded with fragments on his throat and chest are hard to ignore, those warty tissues It's very special, it looks like you have a goiter.

There may be some kind of biological transformation of the organ, or it may be the consequence of Meck’s perennial use of medicine.

"Honestly speaking, 10% is very hanging."

"Then why don't you run? Just like that Lieutenant General Ralph."

May The Lieutenant General Ralph that K said was actually the actual commander of Hades’s Nest, but after news of the fiasco in the Ash Plains came, this guy fled the city privately on the grounds that he was unwell, and waited for Yarui. When Ke went to find him, this guy had already flown to the continent.

It is precisely this way that command power falls on Yarek's shoulders.

After a short break, another round began, and the red team won.

"Red team, get one point."

But now the focus of the two is already not in the game.

"This is my duty. As soon as I put on the uniform of the political commissar, my life can only be used to fight against the enemies of Imperium and protect the people of the God Emperor."

"Is the uniform comfortable to wear?"

"It is uncomfortable, heavy, but not windproof. It is easy to suck bullets on the battlefield."

"But you I still wear it all day."

"Responsibility."

Meck shook the head and sighed:

"I still can’t understand, we really are People of two worlds."

"So what is your answer?"

"I think."

Suddenly, a voice rang behind them .

"You have too much idle time on hand."

Ya Rui just turned his head, and Meck jumped up from his recliner, one of them combing Moxi's dry hair. , The man in the thorny leather jacket smiled and stood in the shadow of the pergola.

"Moiz, you old bastard!"

Meck stepped forward and hugged the man.

"Why are you late today?"

"Something happened on the road. Greenskin is coming. People were alarmed in the whole nest."

The man named Moise replied with a smile, and Yarek quickly recognized him, the boss of the wild dog gang-this is a group of guys famous for smuggling illegal electronic equipment.

"This is what I introduced, Political Commissar Arrik."

Mek pointed to the political commissar who had just stood up and said.

"Of course, I have heard of a political commissar with an 11th smash."

Arik is just a shrugged bladder.

"I think this shouldn't be new to you."

At this moment, Meck brought another cup.

"Drink?"

"Oh, okay."

Moise sat on the chair, his armor covered with dust , And then tore off his cloak and weapon belt.

"There is a game here, is there a bet?"

"Of course."

"Are you betting on money?"

"We have money and wine."

Meck said, pouring a glass for his old friend, and a big smile appeared on Moise's face.

"Who is winning now?"

"Me."

Arik was a little puzzled, but his face remained calm.

Moise took out his wallet happily.

"One hundred dollars, bet on the blue team to win."

Arik turned his gaze to Meck.

"I don't know you called other friends."

"Of course, I just remembered it too. After all, this matter... Moiz also has a share. Isn't it?"

When he heard his name, the boss of the wild dog gang looked away from the game.

"One-eyed, what did you talk to with Yarek's political commissar?"

"Greenskin is coming, Yarek's political commissar wants us to accept his command and help him keep the nest. ."

"It is also to help yourself."

Yarik corrected it immediately.

Moiz touched his stubble chin, and looked at Arek again.

"I heard that the green skin who came this time was very fierce. A lot of people died in the Ash Plains, and even the governor of shit ran away. Even if we are all on, can we keep it?"

"It is not too late to work hard."

"This is not like what a confident commander should say."

"speak frankly."

"To be honest, I don't like green skins either. Although I haven't seen them, I remember Mother said when I was a child that Xenos is the only thing worse than my alcoholic father in the world... One-eyed, what about you?"

"Me? I had a dream last night."

Meck laughed and said:

"I dreamed Green skin broke into my doghouse. Although it was dirty, rotten, and annoying, I didn’t want to leave it all the time, but that’s my home, no matter how worthless it is, and it’s not a place where rubbish can be impudent, so I Fuck them hard."

After that, the boss of the Blood Hook Gang looked towards Yarek.

"Commissar, I think you are satisfied with this answer?"

A sincere smile appeared on Yarek's face.

"Of course."

In the last minute, the red team still won the game. Moiz lost his 100 yuan, and Yarek gave the money to two A team bought wine.

"But to win this war, someone is not enough."

After completing the first goal, Yarek immediately set out for the second goal, two gangsters. The boss showed some confusion.

"What's worse for you?"

"In the best case, we can slow down the greenskin's offensive steps into wars of attrition and siege until reinforcements arrive. But all this requires a foundation."

Meck thought for a few seconds, and suddenly realized.

"Food."

"Yes, Hades basically does not produce food. The overwhelming majority relies on imports. The only food processing plants are controlled in Florent. Sir Webb's hands."

The two gang bosses looked a little uncomfortable when they heard the names behind them.

Arik saw it at a glance. He laughed and put his hand on the shoulders of the two bosses.

"I know...Sir Webb is your boss behind the scenes, and your smuggling business actually works for him."

Moise sighed softly.

"To do this kind of business, besides being the white gloves of those people, what else can we do."

"Then maybe your chance is here—"

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Arik lowered his voice.

"Tomorrow morning, I will go to Sir Webb’s mansion to discuss food and supplies with him. If he is interested, that’s all, if he is not interested... , I hope you can do me a favor."

The two were taken aback for a while, and then Maek stared at Yarik with a sly smile on his face.

"Aren't you afraid that we will inform you?"

"In the future, we are all comrades who will fight with Greenskins, and we will hand over our backs to each other, so I don't doubt."

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Meck and Moiz looked at each other, then nodded at the same time.

"Then it's up to you, Political Commissar Yarek."

"Okay, that's it for today. You two will also contact the remaining gangs later, I The conditions for driving out are still the same. Now everyone is on the same boat... By the way, Mr. Moiz, you seem to have some relationship with the Plumbers Association. I hope they can also join the defense. I will talk to their leader when I have time."

"No problem, it’s on me."