The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Hey, this Comorian alien is white."

Getting off the rickety barge, Hank Evans took off his black hat and sighed.

Lipstick Port is a big port controlled by the poisonous tongue conspiracy. In addition to having the functions of most ports, it also has one of the most special places—

It is one of the few places in Comoros that are open to foreigners.

Standing on the high berth in the port area, under the towering ring road, there are countless bars and hotels flashing red lights. People of all races meet here from all directions. They are drunk, exhausted, and excited. Express your emotions.

At the entrance of those entertainment venues, there are scantily clad women with heavy makeup, most of them are the Dark Spirit Race, but there are also other races. After all, this port is a public port, and people of any race may have it.

Not only women, but many men are also picking up customers on the street or at intersections.

"Oh, what are these, it's boring, we have to get the money first, and then go to some high-end places!"

Rozim expressed his opinion disdainfully, and then raised his hand.

"Walk!"

"Boss, where are you going?"

"Go...to find someone to ask for directions!"

Although the boat Rozim and the others are driving are not very conspicuous (probably), the lineup of their team is very strange, a tall pirate leader with a red explosive head, a very wretched sideman, a long green Zhang A skin-faced Khorne Berserker, a dark mechanic who stared at the woman intently, a sneaky figure wearing a cloak that looks like a non-human race, and a cold-faced boy wearing sunglasses.

It's hard not to attract some special attention to such a combination, but they don't look like rich owners because of their clothes, so most people just look at them.

Entering the real port area, Rozim found that it was not much different from the hive. The wet roads were always brightly lit by neon lights, and the rumble of high-speed speedboats could be heard overhead from time to time, and occasionally in the alleys. Something like the sound of your feet stomping on wet asphalt.

Assorted soot wafts through the air, smelling of pungent chemicals, towering buildings are carved with reliefs and signs of alien gods beyond Rozim's comprehension, some billboards shimmer with dazzling light, single-pixel images Constantly flickering and changing, it was a beautiful Eldar woman smiling, but he didn't know that this was the consul of the Vicious Tongue Conspiracy, and the master of the Crimson Harbor, Mrs. Marles.

It has to be said that it was at least as good as he had hoped.

Looking around, every face he saw was smiling, everyone was wearing heavy makeup, and they were all sparkling.

However, at the door of each entertainment venue, dark Eldar warriors with weapons can also be seen, and they are watching the passing crowd vigilantly.

Rozim didn't know what time it was in Comoros, but at least the clocks on the ship realised it was midnight on Terra, a few hours before dawn.

But that doesn't matter anymore, that's what freedom is all about - it's up to you to decide everything, stupid or wise, in short, you can do whatever you want here.

At this moment, two Dark Eldar races rushed in front of them, grinning and looking drunk.

Then one of them brought his face close to Ratasin, and everyone could smell the weird alcohol smell on him.

"Hello, little ape."

The Eldar was slurred and staggered.

"Want to play a painful game with me?"

This Eldar hairstyle seems to have been carefully groomed, but it still looks like a chicken coop head.

"Mom's."

Rozim pouted.

"Dare to come to us to make trouble?"

Saying that, he raised his chin towards Karen.

"Kron, give him the whole life!"

"Fuck!"

When Kren went up to the guy's abdomen, it was a big flying foot. The huge force directly caused the spine of the Spirit Race to bend ninety degrees from the middle, and flew to forty meters away, until it hit a pile of garbage heavily.

Then, there was no movement.

His companion woke up instantly, screamed, turned and ran, only to be grabbed by Rozim.

"Where is Street 3876?"

Rozim glared at the other party fiercely, but the man just shivered with tears and tears, so he immediately understood that the other party couldn't understand what he was saying.

So he turned to Ratasin.

Ratasin immediately murmured a bunch of snake words in his mouth, and the Eldar immediately answered tremblingly, and finally Ratasin reached out and took out a map from the opponent's pocket.

He glanced at it, then said to Rozim:

"Just walk more than 100 meters to No. 3876 and turn right, but the place you want to go is not marked on the map, and this person has never heard of that big hotel."

"impossible?"

Rozim took the lottery ticket out of his pocket, then waved it in front of his eyes.

"Do you know me?"

The Spirit Race looked at it for a while, then shook his head, and murmured again.

"what's going on?"

"He said this place used to be there before, but it closed not long ago, or changed its name, it seems that the owner has also changed."

"I changed it!? I don't believe it, I came all the way to tell me I changed it! I have to recognize it!"

With that said, Rozim raised his hand and punched the guy, knocking him unconscious and throwing it to the side of the road.

At the same time, Karen's previous kick has attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, his power is easily reminiscent of those terrifying and powerful followers of Khorne, and some people immediately canceled their crooked ideas.

This is also Rozim's strategy. He knows that in a place like this, it's useless to pretend to be cowardly, only to pretend to be ruthless!

The more ruthless, the less people will dare to provoke you. This is the experience he has accumulated in the nest for many years.

As several people went deep into the port area, the light began to dim, the lights gradually turned deep red, the road under their feet became slippery, and even the melody of the music in their ears became low.

But suddenly, Ratasin stopped and turned his head.

This move made Rozim a little puzzled.

"What's wrong?"

"Something happened."

Only Ratasin noticed that a close-range melee was breaking out in a narrow alley not far away.

Ming'en's head was hit hard, and his body hit the wall directly, and he almost fainted. His azure-blue skin was immediately infected with blood, and Roshanfer, who was beside him, used the stun stick he had stolen. A burst of electricity shot knocked down an enemy, and was stabbed by three daggers at random, and fell into a pool of blood, but luckily none of them hit the point.

"Damn it! Don't take such a heavy hand! We can't afford the buyer of this shipment!"

Ming Qi turned his head and saw that two Dark Eldar slave traders were tying chains around the injured person's neck. Luo Jin, who was constantly beaten by two electric shock batons, was still screaming on the ground.

He roared and swung his stun baton at the nearest slave trader, slamming his foe and burning through his skin with the electricity from the bat.

Taking advantage of the opponent's trembling, he pulled out the curved blade of Navasin'da (the Tau's name for the Dark Eldar) around his waist, cursed viciously, and swung the knife at the enemy.

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I just found three million words, thinking that I have to let the strongest shooting race on the desktop show its face (big boo)

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