Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 202 03.0201: ‘The Naval Special Warfare Department and the Foreign Order, attack! ’

"Louise! With the blessing of the God Emperor, I heard from Sister Arabella that you are fine."

Horatio found Louise who came to visit the injured team members and prepare to return to school.

As a captain, she cared for her subordinates very carefully and thoughtfully. After Horatio became busy, she shared a lot of the work of managing Hell's vanguard for him.

"Horatio. It's great that you were unharmed."

"Thank you for the amulet you gave me. It must have helped a lot." Horatio took out the black stone amulet from his collar and chuckled.

She responded with an intellectual, gentle and gentle smile.

"However, I heard... something big happened yesterday." Louise lowered her voice.

"Yes, that's why I came to see you. But it's not convenient to discuss it here." Horatio whispered to the naval officers passing by while saluting each other.

Everyone could see the 'Tireless Star' on his chest, which meant that according to Navy regulations, they had to treat him as a commissioned lieutenant.

"Me?" Louise's red lips moved slightly, with a slightly confused expression on her face.

"Hell's Vanguard has a formal independent department and is under the command of the Naval Special Warfare Command. The superior departments are the Military Intelligence Command and the Fleet Security Committee.

The current commander of the Special Operations Command is Captain Sterling, and I am the adjutant. But I can nominate another adjutant, and I want to give this position to you. "

Horatio's eyes were serious, and even if he didn't say a word, Louise could tell that he needed her help.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Louise raised a confident smile on her lips and extended her fist to Horatio.

"I believe you can do it."

Horatio also smiled relaxedly, made a fist with his left hand, and bumped Louise's fist wrapped in a tactical glove.

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The day after Sanguinius Day was an embarrassing start for Henry Harvey, the second person in the Fleet Maritime Department to enter the Officer Preparatory School.

He took part in the Battle of Celestial Church, sustaining only minor injuries.

The Navy Department gave him 500 academic points as an advance commendation, which allowed him to barely reach the 10,000-point qualifying line for an officer candidate.

But he was embarrassed to find out that both his parents were dead and his father was a general of the Astra Militarum.

This made him, who was born into a noble family, not have any connections in the navy, and naturally no captain would extend an olive branch to him.

Because most candidates have family members who are captains and captains, or at least noble friends of captains and captains, they have already paved the way for these children who want to enter the navy and gain fame to be qualified to board ships.

Of course, he could wait in line according to the process and wait until the Navy Department sent him to the ship for internship.

But he just learned from the deployment plan obtained by the Navy Department that there were still 3,000 candidates waiting in line for the ship ahead of him. Based on the internship quota of 20 people on a cruiser, he would have to wait at least 5 to 8 years before joining the ship as an intern.

In these years, the Imperial Navy will not let him go to waste. After completing the officer preparatory school, he can continue his studies at the Military Academy.

After he finishes graduate school, it will almost be his turn to join the ship, because officer graduates from the graduate school can be given priority.

But as a soldier, reading so hard is frustrating from any perspective.

Just like a sharp sword hidden in a sheath without a chance to drink blood, it can only waste time and wait for it to rust.

Henry Harvey sat in the bar of Zhongsi Academy with his eyebrows furrowed.

"A glass of Amosaic, undiluted, with ice, thank you."

"Sir, you've had enough to drink today."

"It doesn't matter, just fill it up."

"Mr. Henry Harvey, why are you sitting here drinking alone?"

Horatio deliberately took off the indefatigable star on his chest before entering the door, pretending that he was just like him, just an ordinary candidate.

"Horatio?" He looked at the person who came through the door and recognized the rising star of the navy at a glance.

"Give me a glass of Amosaic, too, thank you." He sat down next to Henry Harvey.

"Congratulations. I heard that you boarded the battlecruiser Indefatigable and succeeded in the subsequent battle. This deserves a second congratulation."

Horatio humbly made a self-deprecating joke: "It's not all good. This time it almost cost me my life."

The two laughed.

"So, what do you do, a 'big shot' like you who just got off the boat?"

"Here's my chance to keep you away from alcohol."

"That's definitely not boarding the ship, so what's the errand?"

"Hell's Peak has become an independent department. Captain Sterling is the chief officer, but it still lacks assistant officers. The captain is almost driven crazy by public relations and countless paperwork. I also need someone to take over when I go to the front line. Strike team dispatch."

Henry Harvey blinked.

"But I'm just a candidate officer who has never even been on a ship."

"But you are first of all a hell soldier. Since the Naval Special Warfare Command is the department responsible for hell soldiers, as the first batch of training personnel of the training corps, I think you should be qualified for the position of assistant officer?"

"No problem!" Harvey drank the strong drink in one gulp and slammed the wine glass on the solid wood wine table. The crisp sound was like a heavy sword being unsheathed.

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"Horatio, it's all ready."

"Okay, thank you, Archie. When the Inquisitor and I carry out the mission later, the uploading and downloading of our information will be handed over to you."

"Don't worry, Horatio."

Archie looked at the young man in plain clothes in front of him and replied generously.

"Let's go, Louise."

That evening, Horatio took Louise and the team of Inquisitor Ravenno in the secret room of the 'Sky Cage' and set the first target in just one day.

"The encirclement and suppression on the planet has ended for the time being. The Scarlet Cultists have retreated to their hiding places, wanting to continue hiding and accumulating strength again.

My informant discovered an underground bar in the Lower Nest that is connected to the Howling Teeth Gang.

Tonight, a cult ceremony called "The Feast of Evil Food" will be held here, and an important figure from the Howling Teeth Gang will appear.

Let's go here first, maybe that guy can give us the answers we want.

Use the Howling Teeth Gang as a lever to pry open the secret gap."

"Your efficiency is shocking.

Let's go."

Inquisitor Ravenno, who was disguised in plain clothes, wore an English peaked cap, his muscular body supported his wrinkled black coat, and his eyes were fierce and sharp.

In order to fit the disguise image of the Lower Nest supervisor, he was disheveled, wearing a pair of sturdy boots, and holding a crude cigarette in his mouth. It was not inconsistent to say that he was a gangster with this outfit.

Horatio, who had experience in underground gangs, was dressed in a standard motorcycle gang outfit, with a black windshield, a patchwork riveted jacket, thick white jeans that could be used as leather armor, and various strange metal pendants hanging around his waist to intimidate others.

He looked like an ordinary underworld gang member, and it was impossible to guess his real identity with his dignity and majesty.

The only one who looked refreshing to Horatio was Louise.

Logically, she should not have had experience in the underworld, but perhaps because of the infiltration training of the Kashejin reserve, she disguised herself very naturally.

She wore a neat spiked punk jacket, a scratched T-shirt inside, and a bandage bra and bulletproof lining under the T-shirt.

The whole image was smeared with pungent motor oil, and in order to look more like it, she even smeared a few black stains on her face.

For the well-trained Louise, this was as easy and natural as applying camouflage on her face, and she naturally didn't care about the pungent smell and dirtiness of the engine oil.

"You are really professional." Horatio smiled.

"Do you need me to help you apply some?" Louise smiled back tacitly.

"Come on." He turned his cheek, and Louise gently pressed her hand on it.

After everything was ready, an old van without any markings quietly took off from the platform and flew into the vast darkness.

Under the deliberately old appearance, this shuttle is well-equipped.

Special explosion-proof glass that is still in the small-scale production stage of the laboratory, the powerful twin-engine engine is enough to support the heavy armor layer with the thinnest part of 50 mm, the powerful electronic warfare meditator, and the cargo van body is stored with enough weapons to arm ten people, emergency rescue equipment, and a personal micro-meditator array whose function no one knows except the judge.

The shuttle, with the cover of the underground steel jungle, as well as the stealth coating and the dispersion interference device, floated past without anyone noticing, like a ghost that only exists in people's dreams at night.

It slowly descended in a dirty and quiet alley.

Horatio jumped out of the cabin.

"Boss!" A sneaky and petite figure suddenly appeared upside down from above, and then flipped down from above.

Under the black cloak, there was a pair of shining cat eyes, and the upright cat ears propped up the cloak, alert to the surroundings.

"You did a good job in this investigation, Yoyo. Take us there." Horatio rubbed the cat head of the half-cat girl through the cloak.

"Over here."

It was a very noisy, but large bar. Even outside, Horatio could see the crazy figures flashing inside.

The manic roaring music made the whole building tremble.

The noisy and harsh singing was more like a heart-wrenching war cry. The only words Horatio could clearly distinguish were "revolt" and "killing".

Outside were fully armed gunmen. Although their equipment was messy, it was no different from the fineness of the Blood Pact soldiers.

They were all wearing bright red bulletproof armor made of ceramic steel from different sources.

Their faces and arms were covered with scars, and they held an old automatic rifle wrapped in blood-red bandages.

With the help of Horatio's commanding hand, he relied on the bird's-eye view to quickly mark the enemy.

There were a total of more than a dozen external gunmen, all with big red marks on their heads. This was something the Inquisitor and his men had never seen before.

These disguised mutant Inquisition agents looked at their leaders in surprise.

"Oh, what is this?" The Inquisitor looked at the red arrow that suddenly appeared in front of him, with a slightly surprised tone.

"Father Lati's customized holographic tactical command device." Horatio evaded casually.

"It seems that the priest has a lot of good stuff." The judge praised quietly, looking like he really believed it.

It was the end of the work day, and many workers gathered in this bar, eager to relax their bodies and brains that had been ravaged by the assembly line all day, which undoubtedly provided cover for the agents to infiltrate.

"Come... some wine! Let's continue the second game! I'm giving out allowances today, give me something better, the second best!"

The Ravenno Inquisitor, who looked like a small foreman, had an unsteady gait and staggered, holding a half-drunk bottle of low-quality "Second Best" in his hand.

In front of everyone, he drank the low-quality liquor that burned his stomach and was full of unpleasant chemical smell.

He was not a disguised Inquisitor at all.

Seeing a group of alcoholics dressed like ordinary mid-nest laborers staggering in, the cultist guarding the door took a glance and then retracted his attention, still putting his gun on the spiked ceramic steel shoulder armor in a ruffian manner.

"Check one by one. Ha! Tui!" A gunman who looked like a squad leader spat on the spot and scolded.

"If you are found with a gun, you are dead."

He clenched his fist and put his finger on the trigger.

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