Warhammer: Hail to the Void Lords!

Chapter 75 02.0075: ‘Burn the Spider Nest’

“Your Excellency the Inquisitor…” The Spider Gang leader kept retreating.

Horatio had a replica of the Rose Knot on him. Although he was not an Inquisitor, having this thing was equivalent to meeting the Inquisitor.

The Spider Gang leader was gasping for air. He knew very well that in this situation, it was no longer useful to say that he did not recognize the great man and that the great man did not remember the faults of the small man.

“I have a pharmaceutical factory with a lot of equipment. As long as you can get the formula of the medicine, you can produce the medicine. Ah, you don’t have to worry about the raw materials. I have supporting industries. The things in it can be used to produce combat medicines, which are very profitable. As long as you let me go, these industries will be yours.”

The Spider Gang leader’s brain was running fast under the instinct of survival.

Although he didn’t know why, since the holder of the Rose Knot would rob his brothel, it meant that the black-haired young man must be interested in other industries.

Horatio walked forward with a gloomy face, and the huge black bullet muzzle pointed at the face of the stink bug.

"I'll find out where it is." Horatio's fingertips rested on the trigger, the hammer was eager to try.

"And! And! I have another piece of information that might interest you."

"Speak."

"Can you forgive my disobedience just now?"

Horatio was silent for a while, and said in a low voice: "Yes."

"After a while, a cargo ship will dock with the PW-P-15 giant starport cargo area, and a batch of military equipment will be smuggled from it, even melta."

[Melta? What does the gang need this for? ]

"How did you know."

"In order to facilitate smuggling, the gangs here are now buying in groups, and we have also ordered dozens of them from them."

"When exactly!"

"Early next month, just ten days later! Probably."

"What's the name of the ship?"

"I don't know the name of the ship, but it's from Lucius."

[The cargo ship from Lucius... there is also melta in it, someone wants to do something big. ]

Horatio narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, you keep your word. Please forgive me."

[+Addictive psychoactive drugs discovered+] Horatio heard Louise's report and looked at the cubes wrapped in linen piled up in the warehouse.

"I can forgive your previous disobedience, but now it seems that you have another death penalty."

Bang!

A gunshot, hot flames gushed out of the barrel like a leaping fire dragon.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The scarred man was on fire, screaming, slapping his body frantically, and rushed to the back like a headless fly. He fell forward before he ran far, slid a few meters, and lay on the ground burning fiercely. Soon he became a black and charred corpse.

[+The flames of the Emperor will purify all this+] Louise issued a purge order.

Huh~——

Fully armed, Leidos held a promethium flamethrower and vented the Emperor's anger at the warehouse. As a ship engineering major, proficient use of flamethrowers is also part of the subject, especially in a closed cabin, both the high temperature of the flame and the rapid consumption of oxygen are fatal to the Emperor's enemy.

Horatio leaned against the car, watching the blazing red flames burn higher and higher, the flames burst out of the mottled roof, the steel bars gradually melted, and the main building began to collapse bit by bit.

Suddenly, the sirens behind him sounded loudly.

Horatio turned his head indifferently, and the armored vehicle of the Hive City Marshals rushed over, and the turret on the roof aimed the heavy logging gun at Horatio and his vehicle.

"You rioters, raise your hands, I will open fire when I count to three seconds, three! Two!"

Horatio stood up calmly, facing the approaching armored vehicle, and the bright red mark of the Inquisition swayed on his chest.

Swish——

The armored vehicles of the Hive Police stopped urgently. The first vehicle turned the steering wheel sharply and the vehicles behind it rear-ended each other one after another.

[+This is the Military Intelligence Command. I am Captain Lord Sterling. Kill those guys who took the bribes. We don’t need any survivors for this operation+]

[+Wind One received+]

The Imperial Navy pilot, who was hovering in the air in a Valkyrie fighter, marked the rear-end armored vehicle on the ground, and a series of parameter codes were mapped on the combat helmet.

‘++Lock++’

The red lock box instantly turned green.

The pilot pressed the red button, and a volley of high-explosive rockets poured out of the multiple rocket nest.

Bang, bang, bang!

The chain of explosions raised a cloud of dust, and the impact of the air wave lifted Horatio’s clothes. The turret of the armored vehicle was blown up high, and a broken charred arm fell beside him.

The Poison Spider Gang disappeared strangely in this way. No one knew what happened, and not even a body was found.

Some people speculated that it was a gang fight, some speculated that it was done by a bigger gang, and some speculated that it provoked the Ministry of Justice and was eradicated.

All the speculations perfectly avoided the Imperial Navy.

Under Horatio's arrangement, the "Labor Gang" occupied the factories and supporting industries of the Venomous Spider Gang, and threw out unnecessary but high-value industries such as casinos and brothels to other gangs to seize, thus avoiding the "Labor Gang" from becoming the biggest beneficiary and preventing those with ulterior motives from having the opportunity to reverse all clues.

The underground intelligence network is recovering at an incredible speed, and every nearby laborer may be Horatio's spy or indirectly provide him with intelligence.

Some issues that had not been taken seriously by the planetary government for a long time gradually surfaced. He needed to connect these clues one by one to investigate the conspiracy of the four gods.

——

“What’s left to make the intelligence network sustainable?”

"The work and raw materials have been solved so far. Although our formula can only produce some simple primary drugs, there is a problem." Deacon Jonathan analyzed to Horatio, who was inspecting the pharmaceutical factory.

Horatio looked at the large pharmaceutical factory. The workers spent several days tidying it up. In addition, it already had a sterile room and machine tools. From an environmental point of view, it met the empire's requirements for private pharmaceutical factories. Standard.

The workshop has started pre-production, and some workers wearing sterile suits are operating instruments inside.

"Even if we produce medical bandages and disinfectant alcohol in accordance with the regulations, it is already very difficult to find a guild alliance to obtain production qualifications. We have to rely on both relationships and this..."

The deacon made a gesture of rubbing the money: "Why don't you try forging it? Otherwise, these produced things will only flow to the black market at a low value. The intelligence network cannot always rely on you to take money as an advance. It must be able to operate independently."

Horatio thought quickly about the channels.

This qualification is essentially a production license. Only with this license can the planetary government allow the products of this factory to be circulated on the market.

But there is not just one kind of charter, there are those issued by the planetary government, some by the Ministry of the Interior, some by the guilds, and some by the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Astartes.

Some licenses are equivalent to production qualifications, and some licenses are equivalent to tender documents, and the core highlights are complicated in number, and the standards are completely inconsistent.

[The super administrative defense unique to the 40K universe, the kind that even Guilliman can't save, is the Empire. ]

If this is the case, he needs to do two things next: obtain a franchise and a stable supply and demand channel.

Suddenly, Horatio had an idea.

"Give me a few production samples."