The Emperor’s Angel of Death

"Yo, is Brother Yusef resting? Didn't bother you?"

Sorge looks into the room, a fat middle-aged bald man is sitting on a wooden chair, he is wearing a thick cream dress with gray trim, a cup of coffee in his hand, two young girls are giving He rubbed his shoulders, looking relaxed and comfortable.

When he heard Sorge's laughing voice, the fat man opened his eyes, and the greasy smile immediately piled up, almost squeezing out his small eyes.

"Yeah, brother Sorge, you are here. I thought you would have to wait for half an hour. You will be far away."

After saying that, the man waved his hand, and the two girls immediately lowered their heads and left quickly.

Sorge took off his trench coat and handed it to Dag behind him, then smiled and sat on the sofa with Erlang's legs raised.

"I'm used to arriving early."

The fat man nodded with a smile.

"Good habit, good habit."

Then he clicked on the table, and a holographic image appeared in front of him. The fat man glanced at the bodyguards all over the corridor and said with a smile:

"Brother Sorge, the security level of my building is gamma level. Unless you bombard it with heavy weapons, you won't be injured in the slightest. You don't have to be so careful."

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Sorge lit a cigar with a smile.

"Brother Yusef, it's not that I can't trust you, it's always right to be careful."

"Yes, yes."

At this time, the man glanced at the cigar in Sorge's hand, and suddenly smiled:

"Brother, you still smoke traditional cigars at any age. My brother has a new batch of electronic cigars. They are definitely better than yours. They are the latest Leco 114s."

Saying that, the fat man pulled out a silver cylinder from the drawer, but Sorge shook his head.

"I'm coughing on this...let's get down to business."

At this time, four of the five people who followed Sorge brought four metal suitcases to the fat man's table, opened them one by one, and placed them on the table.

The fat man exclaimed and took out a small bolter from the first box.

It might be the size of a pistol in the hands of a Space Marine, but a two-handed weapon in the hands of a mortal.

"This thing, I didn't expect you to get it, brother Sorge? It's a rare item!"

The fat man carefully looked at the brand-new bolter in his hand, which still had the fragrance of holy oil on it. It was obvious that it had not been used since it left the factory. He considered himself a weapons expert, but he did not recognize its model immediately.

"It looks like the Rock model of the Kronos Krai, but the magazine is slightly larger, the capacity is... 15 rounds, the Rock model is twelve, and the bullet caliber is similar."

After reading the gun, the fat man turned his eyes to Sorge.

"Brother, let's get to the bottom of it?"

But Sorge just spread his hands.

"No comment."

"Tsk, you are always like this, I guess this quality must have flowed out from a certain casting world... Brother Sorge, your way is really deep, are you afraid that I won't be able to steal your business? We We've worked together so many times."

Sorge took a deep breath of the cigar, then raised his head and exhaled a smoke ring, sighing:

"Brother, it's not that I don't want to say it. You also know that this kind of thing is a bit taboo. People can't say it clearly. You don't want me to disappear from the world one day, right?"

"Yes, yes."

Saying that, the fat man put the gun back in the box and picked up another thing, a radiation grenade.

Irradiation grenades are weapons used by Inquisitors or Space Marines, and when detonated, they release a large number of tiny fragments contaminated with radioactive contamination. The charge will not be poisoned by radiation, but enemies caught in the initial blast will "experience" the power of the radiation grenade after a while.

These grenades are powerful but often tightly regulated, and rarely find their way into the black market.

"This thing is in short supply recently, how much can you provide, brother?"

"Three hundred."

"Brother, I still don't know your habits? Always keep a hand when reporting the number. I guess you have at least a thousand in your warehouse, right? Don't go looking for that old mole. I'll give you a price of 300. tons of refined palladium.”

Palladium is the most commonly used equivalent in the Maelstrom area, not only because of its value, but also in the fact that the Maelstrom area itself is rich in this rare metal, and it is an indispensable material for mechanic to manufacture electronic components.

Hearing the price, Sorge put the cigar beside the ashtray and shook his head with a smile.

"Brother, you always keep a hand. Well, I'm too lazy to run away, 350 tons of palladium."

"Oh, my brother has such an asking price, you want my brother to cut the meat!"

Seeing Fatty's heart-wrenching expression on the verge of wiping tears, Sorge stood up, walked to the table, and picked up the radiation grenade.

"Brother, as far as I know, the current market and the market are not very flat. This one is definitely a lot of people rushing for 0.4 tons of palladium. I have already taken care of our friendship."

The expression on the fat man's face suddenly solidified, and then a flower-like smile bloomed again.

"Okay, 350 tons is 350 tons, who made us good brothers."

The goods in the latter two boxes are more conventional, that is, ordinary laser pistols and needle pistols.

As for why they are all pistols, because this weapon is easy to hide and easier to use in a narrow environment, basically people who walk in the gray area will need a self-defense, so the demand is always great.

In the past many years, Sorge used these weapons and equipment to exchange a large number of resources needed by the master from the black market of the Maelstrom, many of which belonged to the official control resources of the Empire and the Mechanicism, and it was difficult to obtain them through ordinary channels.

Satisfied after checking all the samples, the fat man stretched out four fingers with a smile.

"Then we're still at the old price, how about it?"

But Sorge shook his head.

"Brother in the current market, if you still say the old price, that is a proper pit brother, I don't want more, it will increase by 20%."

"Brother you-"

The fat man sighed for a long time, then took a wet towel from the shelf beside him, wiped his shiny head, and said:

"Okay, okay, just rush to our friendship and increase it by 20%."

Then the fat man pointed at the bolter.

"Brother, brother takes care of you so much, can you give me a real number? How much can you provide for these goods?"

"At present, I only have two hundred, all of them."

"I want it all, just follow the price of the legal department's standard bolt gun, no problem, right? Brother, will this not fool you?"

"no problem."

Although Sorge knows that the other party sells these goods and still has at least half of the profit, this is the role of the channel. At present, he can only trust this rare mineral channel merchant. If he can master his own rare mineral channel~www. readwn.com~ Why bother to slaughter someone?

However, this kind of channel has been run by people for several generations. From the mining area to the transportation route, as well as the relationship and management of the Ministry of Justice and the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it cannot be done in three days.

"By the way, brother, brother, I have a big business, I wonder if your channel can handle it?"

Sorge, who sat back on the sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly and picked up the half-burned cigar again.

"Tell me."

"I have a long-term partner who is now looking for a weapon of mass destruction, preferably a phosphide bomb or a virus bomb..."

Hearing what the fat man said, Sorge immediately raised his eyebrows, looking very surprised and embarrassed.

"Hey, brother, this thing is not like a light weapon. You said it would be fine for me to get a Leman Russ, but once these are discovered, the Legal Department will investigate them to the end, and may even attract the attention of the Tribunal."

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