Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 237 04.0236: ‘Shadows turn into sharp blades’

Las Vegas, Upper Nest, underground garage of a high-end residential area.

A well-dressed lieutenant of the Imperial Navy came from the elevator to the secluded underground garage where his private hovercraft was parked. This morning was as ordinary as the thousands of mornings he had spent.

Because this is a high-end residential area, the residents living here are generally wealthy, and the cars parked in the underground garage are luxury cars worth millions or even tens of millions.

Also because it is a high-end residential area with a natural ecological theme, for the experience of every resident, the developer planned a large area with few residents at the beginning, and the surrounding environment was very quiet at this time.

The lieutenant walked forward, and the sound of steady footsteps echoed in this garage.

Perhaps it was some kind of military instinct to avoid danger.

He turned back suddenly without warning and glanced behind him.

These days, I always feel that there is a strange sight staring at me.

After making sure that no one is following, I adjusted my bicorne hat and continued to move forward.

At this time, several figures strangely appeared behind him.

The lieutenant got into his car, lowered the window, and habitually turned on the broadcast of today's Abyss Port.

"As the warriors and angels of the Emperor of God bravely defeated the conspiracy of the heretics and evil spirits at the Sanguinius Festival and won a glorious victory, the people of the lower nests in many parts of the planet spontaneously formed a pilgrimage group, hoping to get support from all parties to go to the world of the state religion for pilgrimage, and collectively call on the Imperial Navy Gothic Fleet to launch an expedition to the Eye of Terror..."

The navy lieutenant snorted coldly, turned the button, and changed a radio channel.

"Recently, there have been many cases of missing children and women in the Throne District and Vegas District of the Capital, including several child stars of Abyss Port..."

This news caught the lieutenant's attention, and he remembered that many of his colleagues on the same ship had recently been assigned to a special task force by Commodore Peru.

It is said that a strange club is being investigated and monitored, and it is suspected that this organization is involved in a series of heretical blasphemous acts.

He also holds a position in the Military Intelligence Command, responsible for external liaison, but fortunately he does not have to eat, drink, defecate and urinate in the Navy Fortress like his colleagues do. The confidentiality level is not high, and it does not belong to the confidential inner circle.

[Kidnapping children and women, it sounds like something cultists do. ]

I don’t know if his colleagues who are locked up in the Navy Fortress can know this news. He plans to write it down and tell them when he arrives at the Navy Department to see if it can help.

Just as he started the engine of the hovercraft and was about to leave, a man with a purple robe and a tall hat and a smiling mask on his face suddenly appeared in front of the car, blocking his way.

The lieutenant glanced at the gold-plated diamond watch on his wrist that his wife gave him. There were still thirty minutes before he arrived at the post, and there was not much time left for his commute. He honked the horn impatiently.

He could understand that his wealthy neighbors had some harmless hobbies, but it was not decent to affect others. Perhaps one day, Mary should be arranged to visit the other party's wife and remind them implicitly during the tea party.

"Some witnesses said that they saw a group of special people appear near the child star's house on the night of the incident. They were wearing purple robes, top hats, and masks on their faces.

But the haze was severe that day, and the vision was poor. The witnesses could not be completely sure of their image. In addition, there were many bars and clubs nearby. Are these mysterious people hateful kidnappers, or a group of simple weirdos in strange costumes? What do you think? Welcome to discuss with all listeners." The sweet voice of the female announcer came from the radio.

The lieutenant looked at the person blocking the road. The unusual and weird image was not exactly the same as the content of the broadcast on the radio, but it was completely consistent.

His professional instinct made him realize that something was wrong in an instant, and he calmly put his hand on the pistol at his waist.

"Hey, hold your head with both hands! Crouch immediately..."

He had just shouted halfway when another figure suddenly appeared beside the driver's window.

A cold light flashed in an instant, and the lieutenant's eyes widened. He had no time to react. He only felt something was spilled on him, followed by a sharp pain, and his hand instinctively touched his throat.

"Cough... Heh..."

Blood continued to seep out from the gaps between his fingers, staining the scarf that his wife tied into a butterfly before leaving today, and dripping on the soft white shirt.

Despite his efforts, the trachea still leaked precious air, and arterial blood gushed into the esophagus and trachea. The broken vocal cords prevented him from trying to shout.

He tried to press the button to access the emergency communication channel in the car, but the precise cut was too deep and too accurate. His hand fell down powerlessly as soon as it was stretched out. Then his eyes began to blacken, and everything in his vision became blurred.

Until he died completely, his fingers could not touch the button.

The assailant opened the car door of the deceased and began to grope the body, which was completely soaked in blood, as if he was looking for some documents.

After finding nothing, he searched the entire car, drawers, small compartments, and even the cushions and neck pillows, and finally left only a mess.

The assailant, who still found nothing, shook his head at his accomplice.

They wanted to search further, but for some reason, the unnoticed body slipped off the seat and fell straight through the open car door to the ground, making a dull thump that echoed in the quiet garage.

"What's that sound? Who fell?"

"Go over there and see, maybe it's some rich old man with no children."

"I hope it's the best, and then give us a lot of money, and then we don't have to be security guards anymore." Another person joked.

Two fully armed patrol security guards came over with short-barreled automatic rifles. They were armed personnel jointly hired by the real estate guild. They were all good players in PDF and specialized in providing security services for the guild's high-end residential areas.

The perpetrators heard the clatter of hard-soled combat boots on the ground.

The man who blocked the road tilted his head slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly under the smiling mask. Then he turned around and left without stopping. He and his accomplices quickly and silently left the underground garage, leaving only the body of the killed lieutenant lying on the ground, with blood constantly pouring out of his neck, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

A security guard poked his companion with his elbow. He found a luxury car without a driver and with the door open. He subconsciously thought that there was a daring thief who dared to sneak into the garage to steal the car. It was a wonder that had not been seen for 800 years.

When they rushed to the side of the car, they found a naval officer lying on the ground with his eyes open, with a horrifying deep scar on his neck.

The two of them took a breath of cold air and immediately pressed the radio communication.

"Someone was killed in the parking lot of KB231! Repeat, someone was killed in the parking lot of KB231!"

"Received, what is the identity of the deceased?"

"It seems to be... an Imperial Navy officer."

"What did you say?!"

"The deceased... seems to be an Imperial Navy officer!"

The security personnel looked at the motionless corpse on the ground with dilated pupils wearing a custom-made officer uniform, and reported tremblingly.

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Dongdongdong.

"Sir, there is a woman who wants to see you. She claims to be the descendant of the former president of the Corpse Guild. We have checked her ID, and there is no problem. What she said is true." The guard reported at the door.

Horatio, who was busy connecting the suspect's clues in the office, raised his head and frowned.

[Corpse Guild? Oh, can't sit still after seeing someone being arrested? ]

"Let her in."

The door opened.

What came into view was a woman dressed in a strange way. She was wearing a high-grade white robe with a soft texture inside, and a heavy coat with a stand-up collar outside. Her face was covered with a white veil, and her face was as pale as paper. Abnormally, there was no blood color. The makeup behind the white veil was vaguely visible, but the exposed eye makeup was thick and delicate to the point of being weird and scary.

The infusion tubes in front of her body extended out from both sides like ribs, and then drilled back into the brass inner armor wrapped around the abdomen, making it difficult to tell whether it was some kind of circulating fluid all-weather suit or a body modification.

Her attendants stayed outside, and the guards' crossed bayonets blocked anyone who was not allowed to enter.

Only this terrible and weird woman who exuded the breath of the dead was allowed to enter. I don't know if it was an illusion or an instinct after hearing about the corpse guild.

Horatio always felt that he could smell a pungent preservative smell mixed with the stench of corpses on her body.

Louise stopped her work and stared at the newcomer vigilantly, with her hand under the table on the pistol grip, just in case.

Thei also came out of the inner room, looking at the woman who came in expressionlessly, curling a strand of hair with her index finger, waiting for her to speak.

"Please speak directly if you have something to say. I think you are definitely not looking for trouble to find the Admiralty during this special period."

"Dear sir, first of all, please allow me to congratulate you on your military action to eliminate a tumor. Please don't be surprised, I have been seeking revenge and regard it as a lifelong goal, so I always keep an eye on my enemies."

"So, from what you mean, do you know who we caught?" Horatio looked at the creepy eyes and asked.

"Not only do I know who you caught, I also know what you want to know."

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