Chapter 225 Warning Meeting

Ron followed the woman deeper into the corridor.

"Why do you keep holding on to this doll?"

The woman turned her head and asked curiously.

"Well, this is something my mom left for me before she died."

Ron made up a story.

The plastic doll he was holding rolled its eyes.

What a filial son.

"Okay. Follow me."

The woman opened a richly carved bronze door and the two walked in. Inside was a lounge-style room with a large sofa and a small coffee table. The walls were covered with soundproof velvet and the floor-standing lamps were dim, creating a charming atmosphere.

"Click."

The bronze door was locked.

The woman turned around, leaned closer to Ron, placed her hands on his chest, opened her red lips slightly, and breathed hot and wet on Ron's neck.

"Gulp."

Ron's Adam's apple moved up and down as he stared blankly at the beauty so close to him, his body stiff and motionless.

The woman gave a gentle push.

"Plop."

Ron sat down on the sofa.

The doll in his hand also fell to the floor.

The woman lifted her skirt, revealing her calves wrapped in white stockings. After a moment's thought, she seemed to feel it was inconvenient, so she reached behind her back and tried to untie the waist straps...

"clang!"

A flash of cold light.

The dagger instantly stabbed into Ron's chest.

"puff..."

Blood stained Ron's shirt and coat in front of him.

The plastic doll on the floor raised its eyes.

I saw Ron's fingers tremble slightly and move.

"W-why?"

Ron looked down at the dagger stuck in his chest, which was as exquisite as a work of art, and said in shock and disbelief.

The woman smiled and got up from Ron's body.

"We have been watching you for a long time, Mr. Ron."

"You are neither a psyker nor an officer, so why are you able to follow Qingshan to the dinner? You must be an important mortal servant to him, right?"

The woman took out a handkerchief, gently wiped her blood-stained fingers, and said,

"Tell me, if Captain Qingshan found out that his most trusted mortal servant had died in the planetary governor's personal lounge with the governor's head maid's personal dagger stuck in his chest, what would he think?"

"I see."

Ron said softly:

"I thought you really liked my freckles."

"Hmm? What's going on?"

The woman looked puzzled.

Suddenly, the dagger stuck in Ron's chest was pushed out by an unknown force and fell on the sofa. A dark blue gelatinous substance poured out from under his clothes, sealing and healing the wound, and quickly covered the whole body of the thin boy...

A huge symbiote of two meters and five stood in front of the woman.

The woman's eyes widened and she opened her mouth, about to scream.

"Bang!"

The giant claws grasped the woman's neck and lifted her up.

Hate's deep voice mixed with Ron's own voice:

"This plan is full of loopholes. Why do you think he will act according to your ideas?"

The woman's face flushed, her legs dangling in the air, kicking constantly, her fingers groping along the side of her skirt, finding and pressing a button.

The bronze door was slammed open and two men armed with laser guns rushed in.

The ghost doll lying on the floor disappeared with a whoosh.

Before the two men could point their guns at the "monster" in front of them, they suddenly let out a scream and fell forward as if they had lost their support.

The ghost kid held a blood-stained folding knife in his hand, and his little hand lightly turned the knife. A ferocious smile appeared on his face, and the enemy's ankles had been cut off by him.

Before the two men crawling on the ground began to struggle, the sharp silver blades had already pierced their skulls.

Seeing this, the woman's eyes were filled with horror. Ron was afraid that she would suffocate to death, so he loosened his grip slightly. The woman's voice came out of her throat:

"Angel of Wisdom... Angel of Wisdom?"

Ron and Upton looked at each other.

Cherubim, what is that?

Cherubim are auxiliary robot servants in the shape of baby angels. They can perform a variety of duties, including preaching, reconnaissance, sound amplification, self-destruction, flattery, etc. More were produced during the Apostasy Era, so it is normal that the two have never seen one.

Ron was just about to take the woman to the banquet hall for a face-to-face confrontation when he suddenly smelled a hint of bitter almonds from cyanide. He looked at the woman again and saw that her face was dark blue, her eyes were rolled back, and her head was hanging crookedly in his hand.

"Depend on."

Ron cursed.

I feel like I got stabbed in vain.

"Maybe she just did it on impulse and didn't think too much about it."

After saying this, Upton lay down on the ground and started pretending to be dead again.

"Why would a killer who acted on impulse be determined to die?"

Ron shook his head, feeling that it didn't make sense.

The symbiote retracted into Ron's body with hatred. Ron looked at the three corpses in front of him, and finally picked up the exquisite dagger, walked out of the lounge and returned to the banquet hall.

Ron walked in the winding and dark corridor, holding a plastic doll in one hand and a dagger in the other. At the end of the corridor, he could faintly hear the clinking of wine glasses and laughter. People were still feasting as if the murder just now was just an illusion.

Ron walked slowly into the banquet hall.

An unusual smell of blood drifted into the nose of a noble man. He was startled, turned his head and saw Ron with a large blood stain on his chest, and was stunned.

This was definitely not blood that could be produced accidentally, not to mention that he was holding a dagger in his hand.

Silence spread like a virus, and soon more and more people noticed Ron. They gradually put down their cutlery, stopped clinking glasses and talking, and watched Ron walk past a group of waiters and servitors and walk behind Fu Qinghai.

In the silent atmosphere of the banquet hall, Ron placed the dagger on the table in front of Fu Qinghai and whispered something in his ear.

The four Space Marines all turned their heads to look at Fu Qinghai. Fu Qinghai glanced at the dagger in front of him, smacked his lips, and whispered:

"Put on your helmet and access the communication channel."

"Swish…Crack."

With a uniform sound, all the Space Marines instantly picked up their helmets and put them on. The sealing rings of the neck armor were fitted and closed, and a scarlet light lit up in the goggles.

"ah..."

"Oh My God..."

"What happened?"

There was an uproar at the banquet. Many noble men and women suddenly found that the five armored giants had instantly transformed from polite emperor angels into murderous war machines. Fu Qinghai turned to look at Gladys who was sitting at the main seat. The young woman was pale. She obviously recognized the dagger. She shook her head slowly and said,

"Even if you don't believe me, you should believe Koshvito."

"My lord, my lord, Lord Aoyama!"

The old man sitting opposite Fu Qinghai shouted hurriedly:

"Sir, why is it so?"

"Yes, there must be some misunderstanding."

Several elders from the Sommerfeld family spoke out to persuade them.

Fu Qinghai pressed his palms to quiet down the noisy scene, and said,

"Listen, everyone. We are Astartes, not the Ministry of the Interior or the Inquisition. I don't have the time or energy to play the political game of Hive City with you."

"Gladys Sommerfeld is the planetary governor appointed by Holy Terra. No matter who is dissatisfied with her rule, I hope you can restrain yourself and obey. To obey her rule is to obey the will of the empire."

The old man sitting opposite Fu Qinghai said calmly:

"My Lord, I don't know what happened. Your subordinates were attacked or something else happened. As an old man named Sommerfeld who has served the Empire for more than 30 years, I sincerely implore you, my Lord, to make a conclusion after a thorough investigation instead of killing innocent people."

"Well said."

Fu Qinghai nodded, his eyes passed over the few old men in the lead, and looked at the exquisitely patterned wall behind them.

"Then please tell me, what about those people with plasma weapons behind the wall?"

The Space Marine's goggles activated active and passive perspective. The high temperature emitted by the plasma charging coil could not be blocked even by thick walls, and it was particularly conspicuous in the active perspective imaging view.

"Ah, this, this..."

The old man who was speaking was stunned.

In the perspective imaging view, those gleaming "plasma coils" moved together. Fu Qinghai held the edge of the long dining table with one hand without saying a word and lifted it up with force. The huge stone table, which was more than ten meters long, was lifted up by Fu Qinghai with one hand and fell to the ground with a loud bang, knocking a group of noble men and women to the ground and making them scream in pain, and instantly formed a simple shelter.

A blue plasma beam sprayed onto the heavy stone table, burning a deep hole as big as a watermelon. Chen Xinlu put on the hanging ring and opened the dimensional door. Bolter, power sword, power claw, one weapon and equipment after another were sent out from the cruiser's armory and delivered to the hands of various Space Marines.

"Da da da da da…"

Five people leaned out of the bunker and fired a volley of shots. All the family's private soldiers were instantly torn to pieces by the dense firepower network composed of explosive bombs.

The shattered body parts scattered all over the banquet hall, and large amounts of blood splattered radially, like an ink-splashed landscape painting from hell. The exquisite decoration of the carved corridors and painted pillars, and the embellishment of various literary and artistic items and exotic flowers and plants, all turned into dust and fragments at this moment.

Although the plasma weapons of the Human Empire are very dangerous and unstable, almost everyone thinks of plasma weapons when plotting against Space Marines. Laser guns are like tickling ceramic steel armor, and conventional caliber grenade guns are not something that mortals can control, so plasma guns seem to be the only choice.

The attendants and nobles fled in panic, and only the bewildered mechanical servants remained standing in circles. However, not long after they ran out of the banquet hall, they were forced back by soldiers with guns.

Fu Qinghai saw the woman in the lead.

Hulda.

It was the members of the Spartan gang who arrived.

Fu Qinghai ordered the Space Marines to put away their weapons.

Hulda was no longer the underground killer when we first met him. He was wearing the bulletproof vest and carapace armor of the Imperial Guard, holding a laser gun with a bayonet in his hand, and his long black hair was tied up in a high ponytail. He looked capable and energetic.

She came to Fu Qinghai and stood at attention:

"Sir, all members of the party have been controlled."

"You have already set up an ambush?"

Fu Qinghai asked.

"No, it's just an emergency mobilization plan."

Koshveto's voice came from the corridor.

The Spartan warrior pushed aside the trembling noble men and women, stepped out of the crowd, and said:

"The undercurrents in the hive city have been surging for a long time. I conducted several exercises and action plans in advance according to the requirements of the rapid reaction force."

That's why we took control of the situation so quickly.

Fu Qinghai completed the sentence he didn't say in his mind.

He instructed the Spartans:

"What the dead old man said was right. We really can't kill innocent people. Let's set up an interrogation room here and let them line up one by one to be investigated."

After saying that, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:

"I'll leave it to you."

No. 56's mind-reading ability is not that strong at other times, except for the big outburst when his psychic powers awakened. He needs to be in a quiet environment with few people and focus on one person to listen to other people's voices.

Zhang Yuning stood in the corner holding a champagne glass and sipping it. Her black backless evening dress was spotless, as if the riot and killing just now had nothing to do with her.

"Are you full?"

Fu Qinghai asked several women.

"I'm full."

They all nodded.

Fu Qinghai said to Gladys:

"Your Excellency the Governor, please take them to your residence for some afternoon tea."

What to have for afternoon tea late in the evening?

Gladys rolled her eyes, but still obeyed Fu Qinghai and led the four women out of the banquet hall.

…

"I don't understand. We have wiped out the four major families at the top of the tower, leaving only two. Isn't the empty cake enough for these guys to divide up? Why are they still obsessed with Gladys' position as governor?"

Fu Qinghai held a glass of wine and looked at the servants cleaning up the banquet hall, and said to Koshvito.

"Perhaps you and I have both underestimated the greed of human nature, Qingshan."

Koshveto said as he pulled the cork out of the bottle with his bare hands and gulped down a mouthful of the wine.

Fu Qinghai thought to himself: I, a "Zhang Mazi", had underestimated the "Huang Silang" and others. If I had not left Koshvito behind to help Gladys before leaving, I'm afraid the "county magistrate" of the Schwerin hive would have to be replaced again.

Soon, the interrogation of No. 56 was over.

Fu Qinghai originally thought that it was just a group of old interest groups who were dissatisfied with Gladys becoming the planetary governor at such a young age, and he didn't take it seriously. However, he didn't expect that No. 56's psychic reading would involve other unusual contents.

"A warning meeting? What is that?"

Fu Qinghai asked doubtfully.

"I guess it's some kind of evil cult that's growing in the lower nest."

Number Fifty-Six said.

The difficult material life needs spiritual strength to support it. It is easy for the Xiachao area to develop various kinds of cult beliefs, because religion can make people full of hope, and hope can help people overcome material scarcity.

Fu Qinghai was concerned about another issue. He said,

"Please describe this cult in detail."

No. 56 narrated the information he had collected:

"I don't know how a cult from the Lower Nest infiltrated the Upper Nest and the Spire. They seem to have a whole set of development networks. I haven't been able to get more information. Their doctrine is probably something like 'eliminate the nobility, everyone is equal'. In addition, they seem to have discovered some ancient technological relics in the Lower Nest."

Fu Qinghai breathed a sigh of relief.

Cults are always bizarre and strange. They are always cloaked in the guise of truth, goodness and beauty. Different cults meet the different demands of the working people - but as long as there are no sensitive elements like the "Four-Armed Emperor", it's fine.

"In other words, this 'Warning Society' doesn't care who becomes the planetary governor. They just want to take advantage of the conflict between us and the nobles to stir up trouble in order to achieve the goal of eliminating the noble class?"

Fu Qinghai asked with a frown.

He felt as if he were being used, and so were the old guard of the Sommerfeld family.

"Based on the current intelligence, I can only say... I don't know."

Number 56 spread his hands and said.

"Tsk…"

Fu Qinghai rubbed his eyebrows.

Headache.

The hive world is complex, too complex.

Even if a chapter is established in the future, Fu Qinghai has never thought of making the nest world the home planet of his chapter.

There is no such thing as a simple hive in the galaxy.

Poverty, chaos, cults, heresy, gangs, monsters, nobles, technological relics, interest groups...

"It's the Great Purge now. After I finish my mission of escorting the research ship and the STC, I have to return to Terra to report. I really don't have time to waste on these shitty cults."

Fu Qinghai said with a pained look on his face.

Number 56 nodded to show his understanding.

He said,

"I have an idea. We will quietly release a few cultists among the nobles, and then I will use my symbiote, Deception, to host one of them. Deception will lurk in the host's body, and after obtaining enough intelligence, Deception will directly take over control of the host's body and then return to the upper nest to report to us."

Fu Qinghai recalled the plot in the movie "Venom". If Venom didn't speak, Eddie Brock wouldn't even know that there was an alien creature in his body.

Fu Qinghai nodded slowly, thinking it was feasible.

He tapped the table with his finger and said:

"I have another idea."

"I know a mutant girl from the Bottom Nest. She has contacts and interactions with many mutants living in the Bottom Nest. I don't know if she has any connection with this cult, but maybe she can provide us with some clues."

As he spoke, Fu Qinghai called Koshvito over.

"Kesh, have you heard of a cult called the 'Warning Society'?"

Koshvito looked confused: "No."

It seems that the other party is hiding very deeply.

"Kesh, the mutant girl named 'Sue', the one with seven eyes on her face, is she still alive?"

Koshvito nodded:

"From what I understand, she's still in the Bottom Nest."

"Bring her and all the mutants she knows to the Upper Nest." Fu Qinghai turned to Camille and said, "Use the Extremis virus and nanomedical particles to treat them, eliminate mutations, and restore their human form. They know the Lower Nest better than we do."

Fu Qinghai led Gladys through the bottom nest to the suburbs, relying on a mutant guide to lead the way.

Camille nodded and added,

"Qingshan, if it is a deep mutation that has already penetrated into the genetic and hereditary levels, I am not sure that it can be completely eliminated."

"It's okay, I'll do my best."

After arranging all this, Fu Qinghai looked at No. 56:

"Then I'll leave it to you. I'll stay in the Schwerin Hive for the time being."

Number Fifty-Six said:

"No problem, that's exactly what I want, Aoyama."

"My mortal agents suffered heavy losses when they broke into the warlord's castle. I took this opportunity to develop and train my Sparatus in the hive, and gradually infiltrate the surrounding star regions."

He looks a bit like the chief intelligence officer.

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　Thanks to Avalon poly, Zei Peijun, Zhang Zhang Zhang Chao Chao Chao, book friend 20191126231430378, King Marquez, looking at the prosperity in and out of the play, 007 in 1008611, plundering like fire and moving like thunder, Dreamer, book friend 20220112142901232, Silver Wing Autumn Wind and Fallen Leaves, qq992333, Nie Tianhang, and several book friends for their rewards.

　　Let me complain about a small thing I encountered before: most of the settings in Warhammer are based on the principle of serving the plot. For example, the Auspicious Specter can scan an entire planet when the plot requires it, but when the plot does not require it, it cannot even detect the enemy behind a corner. This vague setting makes it very difficult for me to write.

(End of this chapter)