The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Although the Inquisition is indeed terrifying, the huge bounty makes it less so. After all, these are ruthless characters who walk in the gray areas and don't fear the Inquisition as much as ordinary people.

However, just when they were about to capture their target in the Sorrow System, they failed due to the Inquisition's interference. Of course, the target's own vigilance was also key.

Just when everyone thought the matter was over, the mysterious backer sent another message, along with the target's possible destination, and increased the bounty. They immediately took action, rushing to Serenity II, even though it was the location of an Inquisition branch.

Now, the Serenity System is enjoying the benefits of the Crusade, with thriving trade and shipping, and a more complex population, which has created opportunities for their operation. The only thing to watch out for is time. The target will undoubtedly try to contact the Inquisition, and they must intercept her before she hands over the item to them.

They also have to outwit and outmaneuver people from all sides. It can only be said that the bounty is tempting, but not easy to obtain.

“The signal device just reacted. That bitch was at the spaceport not long ago.”

The speaker was a man as thin as a stick, with stiff black hair standing up from his narrow head like scorched wheat. His clothes were also black, as if glued to his gaunt body, as if he hadn't taken them off for years. As for his face, it was also wild—staring eyes, a bony nose protruding from his gray-yellow cheeks, and ears sticking out from the sides of his head. More unusual than his appearance was the mechanical eagle perched on his shoulder.

“We need to hurry. The micro-signal dart injected into her body last time is about to expire.”

“Can you pinpoint her location?”

“Yes, but the signal has disappeared. She probably took a transport to the surface.”

“Spider, check the transport records for the last half hour.”

“Millipede, prepare the shuttle.”

At the same time, a warship with no markings but the highest navigation clearance slowly approached Serenity II.

“According to the psychic trail, she should have returned here. The Grand Inquisitor's judgment is correct.”

Letting herbal smoke leisurely drift from his nostrils, the Stormtrooper officer wearing black carapace armor surveyed the approaching spaceport with one normal eye and an implanted bionic eye protruding from his right side. He also wore the Inquisition's signature rosette on his neck.

Behind him, there was not only a whole squad of Stormtroopers, but also several assassins from the Corpse Cult in black combat suits, and mercenaries of various styles.

“We must act quickly. Those greedy wild dogs will swarm in, and other Inquisitors will definitely be watching the woman and the thing she has.”

“Will other Inquisitors hinder us as well?”

A bald man with a psychic collar asked in a hoarse voice.

“I thought this was a collective operation.”

The leader smiled.

“Even within the Inquisition, everyone wants to compete for dominance. But that's not our concern. We just need to complete the mission. Anyone who gets in our way will be killed without mercy.”

“Understood.”

Meanwhile, in a hidden warehouse in Hive Meesh, the largest hive on Serenity II, another group of people also bearing the Inquisition's rosette were gathering, led by a burly man with a beret and a horrifying scar on his face.

He pressed his fingerprint on the identification device of a huge metal container, which then slowly opened. The group walked inside, and a series of lighting globes illuminated, revealing a large number of brand-new weapons hanging on racks.

“The woman will most likely return to their previous base and contact the remaining colleagues. Be sure to set up surveillance.”

As he spoke, the man picked up a heavy sniper rifle from the rack and weighed it in his hand, then turned and tossed it to a Venator assassin-like Corpse Cult sniper behind him.

Then he picked a heavy needle pistol, stuck it in his waist, and took two plasma grenades.

“Inquisitor Marcus said that she must not fall into anyone else's hands. If it really comes to the worst, you can choose to kill her. So Black Scorpion, you are the last resort.”

The Corpse Cult assassin simply nodded silently.

Then the man turned and put his hand on the shoulder of a burly man who had undergone mechanical modification on half of his body.

“Vargas, you are one of Inquisitor Inar's most trusted followers. Sissina will definitely contact you. You have to find a way to stabilize her and convince her to trust us.”

The burly man's expression stiffened slightly, and he nodded.

“Yes, I will.”

“Inquisitor Inar is dead, you know. In the Inquisition's cruel power game, followers who lose their master's protection usually don't end well because they know too many secrets. Inquisitor Marcus is willing to provide you with protection, so don't disappoint him.”

“I won't disappoint Inquisitor Marcus.”

The man smiled and nodded, then turned to the others who had already selected their weapons.

“Those dogs from Tork Marda will definitely smell the scent and come after us. This is Serenity II. Everyone doesn't need to have any scruples. Kill them directly when you see them. This is a life-and-death struggle.”

“Understood!”

After making the arrangements, the group left the warehouse and hurriedly boarded several inconspicuous black luxury cars. At this time, the hive city was raining. In the acidic rain, the convoy entered the city's main road from a small road at an extremely fast speed.

In the heavy rain, a black car roared past, and the sewage splashed by the puddles on the road almost sprayed Rozim.

“Fuck!”

Although he jumped back in time to avoid the sewage spraying on his face, Rozim was still angry when he saw that his boots and pants were wet.

“Can't you fucking drive! Just because you have money doesn't mean you can do whatever you want!”

However, the other party ignored him and quickly disappeared into the rain.

Isvin on the side couldn't help but sigh.

“Boss, if you hadn't played with such high leverage and put all our capital into it, we wouldn't be wandering the streets in the rain now.”

Rozim immediately poked the huge red mohawk head in front of him with his finger.

“Wasn't it the shorty who recommended it! Saying he was a top investor!”

Shorty Dogo immediately turned his head and angrily slapped Rozim's hand away.

“I've emphasized it, don't point at me and say I'm short! That's my bottom line!”

“Damn it, it's not about bottom lines now. We owe so much money, and the ship is still being held by others. What do you say we should do?”

“Who the hell knew that the damn Expeditionary Force would change the rules for redeeming military scrip again! And suddenly issue so much! Making everyone complain, I wonder if that commander-in-chief took all the money to Commorragh to eat, drink, gamble and whore——”

Rozim directly raised his hand and slapped the shorty on the back of the head again.

“Are you trying to die? Don't run off topic. Our Commander-in-Chief Solzhenitsyn is both civil and military, and has a very handsome appearance. He doesn't need to go to a place like Commorragh because he already has——”

Isvin sighed and interrupted him.

“It's not that I'm saying, boss, I thought it was too risky to directly speculate on military scrip at the time. When I felt something was wrong, that guy still said 'it's just a technical adjustment, don't be afraid'. Look, he directly took his three sons to play skydiving together.”

“Everyone knows how to be wise after the event! What's the use of saying it now? You were as happy as an idiot when you were counting the money.”

Kren, who was walking at the back with Chuan Kweilo, handed over a wet newspaper at this time.

“Boss, doesn't it say on it that the market is very stable? Why do we suddenly owe money? Is it like the newspaper says, there are heretical forces smearing and sabotaging?”

“What heretical force, Abaddon? If Abaddon knew how to play this, he would have collapsed the empire ten thousand years ago.”

Rozim raised his head, looked at the busy air routes in the distant sky, where transports were constantly taking off and landing, then sighed softly and shook his head.

“Forget it, it's useless to think so much now. Let's go have a drink and relax, and see if there's any way to turn things around.”

(Because I'm afraid that many readers will dislike the many side stories, I'll write about this in general. If you want to see the follow-up, just type 1. Marbas's line will not participate in the final battle, so it can be briefly skipped.)

Starting tomorrow, I'll be updating more!!!!!!