Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 213 04.0212: ‘Mission: Destroy the Illegal Newspaper Printing Factory’

Office affairs were handled by experienced Secretary Bernard, Henry Harvey, and the captain.

Horatio led a group of people to follow orders and enforce the law impartially.

He asked Harvey to allocate a team of Hell’s Pioneers in plain clothes to stand by, led by Louise, and planned to deploy and sneak in first.

As the special commissioner of this law enforcement, he wore a naval officer uniform openly. After the Hell’s Pioneers controlled the situation, he pinched the net mouth and closed the net.

The three rows of neat and straight naval guards were very eye-catching. This was the encirclement and suppression squadron he was responsible for leading.

These men and women were all elites selected from various camps. Their uniforms were decorated with ribbons and epaulettes more than ordinary naval infantry, which made them look more majestic and luxurious. Wearing a polished and shiny carapace breastplate, they gave people a reliable and solid sense of security at first glance.

It is no wonder that the generals would let them serve as the guards.

The firearms issued are also high-quality products. Each gun is regularly maintained and cleaned by the Mechanicus. In terms of firepower in this operation, each team even has a two-person heavy weapons team.

They are responsible for setting up heavy weapons to block the streets when the officers lead the team to seal off the streets, to prevent certain emergencies that may threaten the lives of the special envoys.

"Report to the commander, the naval guards have been assembled!" A red sergeant with a carefully tailored uniform saluted Horatio.

These red guards, who are dressed similarly to the British Royal Marines, have a neat military appearance, good family background, a strict selection process, sufficient logistical supplies and daily punctual exercises, which make them exude a glorious and proud aura.

They pay great attention to their military appearance and meticulously organize their own image. They have iron eyes in their daily lives, showing their outstanding discipline.

This is very different from the armed forces sailors with the rough temperament of sailors on naval warships.

Horatio learned from the instructor that they had an advantage over the armed sailors, and it was this advantage that allowed them to surpass the navy sailors and gain the honor of serving as the general's guard.

None of these soldiers who grew up and trained on the planet were mutated sons of the void, so they would have a higher resistance to the warp.

In order to facilitate the replenishment of the armed sailors, nearly half of them were directly promoted from the sailors of the ships.

Long-term life in the void caused some physiological mutations in their bodies.

For warships that often need to sail in the warp, this is a potential risk that must be taken to cause corruption and rebellion.

Therefore, a company of naval guards will be assigned to the bridge of each capital ship, all of whom are selected from land people and have no blood relationship with the crew. They will be rotated every time they sail, cutting off the phenomenon of communication between the two sides from the source.

They are only responsible for ensuring that the bridge is under the control of the Imperial Navy, and other matters on the warship have nothing to do with them.

Especially after the mutiny of the sailors and the assassination of Vice Admiral Hood, the navy has become extremely suspicious in recent days.

No matter what the reason is, the Gothic Fleet will pay more attention to and trust these red guards for a long time.

"Guards, board the plane now, we are going to remove those mouthpieces that spread suspicion and slander."

Horatio was very satisfied with this group of spirited and energetic teams, and only gave a brief speech to the soldiers.

"Yes, sir, defend the glory of the fleet!"

The guards were neatly divided into three columns and boarded the Avis landing craft.

The landing craft took off slowly, and the pilots of the naval aviation force operated the instruments skillfully. With the assistance of the Thinker Array, the engine heat-up just ended, and the refined promethium poured into the combustion chamber. The jet nozzle spit out a light blue tail flame, and the whole behemoth flew into the sky with a roar.

Although the official propaganda of the Human Empire is rigid and rigid, and the religious atmosphere of asceticism and restraint is strong, in the worlds with a high degree of autonomy, as a part of the basic livelihood needs, the news and entertainment industry still exists widely in the Empire, and it is necessary and inevitable.

People with conditions have channels to receive information such as television, radio, newspapers and even the Thinker Array Network.

There are also restaurants and bars for people to chat and chat, and entertainment venues equipped with cathode ray tube televisions and radios.

The ordinary newspapers with a price of two yuan are the most common cheap news channel for the people of the Empire.

It is simple to print, the materials are cheap, and the requirements for equipment, space, and institutions are extremely low.

It is spread all over the vast hive planet.

Those unregistered illegal printing plants often survive by printing gossip.

And the price is lower. You can buy a newspaper with more exciting content, enough to impress the big heads and small heads, with entertainment value and quite a lot of wine table talk, at half or even a quarter of the price of a regular newspaper.

For these printing houses, they don’t need real news. They just need to make up stories about hot rumors and then make eye-catching [rational speculations]. This also saves the interview costs of cooperating with regular newspapers.

This leads to the extreme business model of the printing houses raising “rumor makers” themselves.

Although it is not ruled out that there are indeed some truth fighters who are dissatisfied with the Empire Planet Government’s control of the big media mouthpieces and oppose the distortion of news, and use this method to publish the truth concealed by the planet government.

But most of the people who work with the printing house are out-and-out rumormongers, conspirators, and critics.

They are responsible for shaping the news into controversial and eye-catching "news".

If there is no news that is attractive enough, they will make up news that can make people anxious.

These people never care about professional ethics and social influence, but only care about sales and profits.

These illegal newspapers and periodicals that are spread out will also become the nourishment for corruption to a certain extent, shaking the foundation of the empire from another perspective.

Now, they just caught a gimmick that is worth making a lot of money, and they got rich by eating the blood of Vice Admiral Hood.

But the Imperial Navy will not allow others to run wild in their anchorage.

What's more, this is the Gothic Star Zone, the home port of the Glorious Gothic Fleet! ——

"Clear these places! Add a few more machines! Quick, quick."

A small supervisor shouted to the thin workers beside him in a domineering manner. His face, which was not much plumper than the workers, was flushed with excitement because of the extra bonuses promised by the boss these days.

The printing press roared, and newspapers stained with inferior ink were printed from it, like a surging black and white stream.

The small supervisor picked up a newspaper with wet ink, which exuded a pungent and unpleasant smell of chemical reagents.

"Oh, so many big things, I will make a lot of money later." With a huge increase in sales, the stingy boss also gave a little more generous allowance. Touching the overtime pay that had just been issued in the sack, he kissed the newspaper affectionately and put it back in place.

In an office behind the printing factory.

"Thank you for the information you provided. These news are so valuable." A fat, middle-aged man with a strange outfit that imitated the fashion of Shangchao sat on a recliner, rubbing his oily hands, grinning, and holding a gold coin in his palm. He thanked several people who provided information at the desk.

These people wore cameras and dark hats on their heads. They looked like "professional whistleblowers". They were greedy and had no morals. They were paparazzi among paparazzi.

One of the paparazzi handed a list and some photos to the boss and said:

"You can add these photos to the color version. These will definitely make your newspaper sell better!"

The boss took the list and photos with his stubby fingers, scanned them one by one, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Where did you get these good things?"

"It doesn't matter where I got them. What's important is that this can make us sell a lot."

The whistleblower who was responsible for speaking also had a common philistine face in this industry, and smiled as cunningly as a goblin.

Outside the factory.

Louise led the Hell Pioneers dressed as laborers to move boxes and try to sneak into the illegal printing factory hidden near the freight area.

According to the existing intelligence, this factory building is a registered warehouse under the name of a logistics and transportation company, but in fact it has long been turned into a place for spreading rumors and gossip by unscrupulous businessmen who are obsessed with profit.

According to Horatio's plan, they want to catch these guys red-handed and prove to Commander Elphinstone that the newly established Special Warfare Division is more efficient and effective than the money, so as to exchange for more administrative and military convenience in the future.

In order to achieve this combat goal, the Hell Pioneers led by Louise will undertake important forward infiltration tasks.

Louise lowered the brim of her peaked cap further, and the big box in front of her chest well concealed her talent that was still eye-catching even if she was wearing a tactical tube top.

The first two groups of Hell Pioneers had already sneaked in under her arrangement and instructions.

She followed the last two team members and entered with the same group of people.

"Hey, this butt is quite perky. When did we get such a perky butt?"

A passing supervisor's eyes lit up, and he stretched out his hand to slap Louise's butt.

Her purple eyes under the brim of her hat were as cold as a blade, staring at the other's hand fiercely, and then she dodged nimbly, leaving the hooligan empty-handed.

Louise's cold eyes and dodging movements made the supervisor who was empty-handed very unhappy.

"Hehe, you are a stinking worker who makes a living, and you are so capable?" He cursed with gritted teeth:

"Which line is the new female worker? Don't you know that the weekly salary of you stinking casual workers depends on my mood! You little bitch who is a whore and pretends to be a saint."

He showed a ferocious look and overturned the box in front of Louise.

The box rolled to the ground with a click, and the recycled paper inside fell out.

Following.

The pair of ink-stained, rough-skinned hands that looked like dried bones reached out to Louise, wanting to drag her to the storage room next door and give her a "hard lesson".

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