Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 112 Dark Night War 2 - (Franco Line 2)

As the fire lights up, a terrifying scene unfolds in front of Franco.

The previous waiters who were wearing one-piece burqas unexpectedly took advantage of the chaos to lie on top of several customers.

And the tongue-like "ovipositor" wriggling from the waiter's mouth forced its evil "gene seeds" into the mouths of these hapless eggs.

Seeing this, Franco immediately realized that all the waiters were gene stealers.

As if acting like a conditioned reflex, Franco threw the lighter at the spirits jar in the bar on the spot.

He knew very well that these wines with an alcohol content of more than 60% would definitely be ignited.

At this time, several thieves who had completed the planting of the "gene seeds" slowly looked up at Franco, who slipped through the net.

Looking at the "forehead lines" on the top of one of the thieves whose hat had fallen off, which was as thick as the back of a caterpillar, Franco confirmed his guess.

From the appearance of these gene stealers, Franco can probably guess that these gene stealers are probably the original (fifth generation) gene thieves.

These fifth-generation thieves have almost no difference from humans except for their bald heads.

And the thieves are different from those followers of Chaos, at least they almost think of themselves as a human being, except for "some weird beliefs".

And this is the biggest reason why the thief threat is so "insidious" and "covert".

Looking at Franco, who is "incompetent and weak", under the background of the fire, a group of thieves gradually surrounded Franco.

Visible, but he laughed instead.

Pulling out the judge from behind, he said with a smile: "Only you, dare to be a demon here?"

As soon as this remark came out, all the base thieves were stunned.

Why, you, an ordinary human being, dare to be so arrogant?

But at the moment when all the thieves were stunned, Franco suddenly raised the judge in his hand without talking about martial arts.

"boom"

Accompanied by the roar of the judge, a fiery bullet spun out from the muzzle of the judge's prayer-filled gun.

And the target of this shot was the thief standing between Franco and the door of the tavern.

The attack was so sudden that the base thief, who was physically stronger than Franco, was attacked and killed by Franco before he could start his performance.

The blazing extra-large trial bullet directly penetrated the brain of the thief, and finally brought out a large pile of indescribable red and white mixture, and was finally caught by the slightly thick metal floor.

Seeing this, Franco didn't hesitate at all.

In his eyes, the customers lying on the floor at this moment are already "dead".

And all I have to do is to find a place to hide and wait for Karl's next instructions before Karl comes to rescue him.

But if things were really that simple, then it would be too small to underestimate the gene stealers.

When Franco finally pushed open the door of the tavern, he realized the seriousness of the problem.

Hissing, howling, tongue wriggling.

In the darkness, even if only a few emergency lights were in effect at this moment, it was enough for Franco to understand what kind of hell he was facing.

Without any hesitation or confusion, Franco immediately turned around and climbed to the top of the building along a drainage pipe next to the bar.

Yes, the intuition of the judge's servant for many years told Franco that Franco could not beat the number of thieves in front of him.

Of course, Franco didn't need to hit them either.

(Just wait until the boss comes over to catch people.)
So after lightly crossing several roofs, Franco hid on the top of a relatively hidden building.

At this moment, he could no longer control Kaya's situation.

Trying hard to calm his shortness of breath, he also had to sigh that he was really old.

Franco, who has not undergone life-extending surgery for a long time, has gradually begun to degenerate his entire body function at this moment.

He knew that he didn't have many years left to live.

After all, the Inquisition is not a charity.

When Franco chose to leave on his own, he naturally lost all the benefits he should have had.

Coupled with Franco's self-destructive life in the past few decades, Franco, who already felt a little powerless, didn't know how many days he had left.

But in a sense he was lucky.

Generally speaking, if you don't participate in mechanized transformation and rely solely on ordinary rejuvenation monks, a wealthy businessman may be able to live to about 600 years old regardless of the cost.

Of course, this is only for ordinary rich people. The tribunal with higher "technical" support can generally extend the lifespan of the judge's physical body to about 1000 years.

But that's the limit of complex life-extending treatments, steroid treatments, gene-modifying treatments.

If you want to go further, you can only rely on the mysterious transformation of the Mechanic Order.

However, mechanical transformation also cannot allow a person to live indefinitely. In a sense, no one knows what kind of soul lives in the "creature" after the transformation is completed.

While sighing like this, Franco lowered his breath as much as possible, while praying that Boss Karl would come quickly to find someone.

After more than ten minutes, the gunshots and wailing around Franco's hideout gradually faded away.

Instead, there was silence.

A dead silence.

Judging from Franco's years of experience as a judge's servant, this is bad.

This means that the Genestealer has entered the finishing touches.

Whatever is scary will come.

While Franco was holding his breath and concentrating, there was a sound of a heavy object hitting the roof where he was hiding.

Before he had time to see the comer clearly, Franco directly raised the judge in his hand according to his experience.

The hot bullet flew out again, but this time it was different.

The thief assassin in front of him tilted his head slightly to avoid Franco's bullet at a speed that Franco could not detect.

Of course, this is not to say that the thief can hide faster than Franco's bullets, but that this speed player has been staring at Franco's trigger.

As long as Franco has the intention to pull the trigger, the thief assassin will react in advance and get out of the way.

Damn, that's a base thief assassin! (5 generations)
Seeing the opponent's strength, Franco instantly despaired.

The thieves have all kinds of special mutations, and it is obvious that the one in front of Franco at this moment is one of those terrifying existences that Franco cannot handle at all.

escape?Impossible, the opponent's speed is far faster than Franco's.

fighting?It's even more impossible, as long as you can't hit it, no matter how powerful the weapon is, it doesn't make sense.

And the distorted expression on Franco's face seemed to arouse the interest of the base thief assassin on the opposite side.

Faced with such a "fun" prey, the thief assassin couldn't wait to step forward and give Franco a "French kiss".

Seeing the base thief assassin getting closer, Franco had no choice.

But in this hopeless deadlock, a savior in a certain sense of Franco suddenly mixed in.

The figure that flew over from the top of the building next door like a cannonball, used only one unpretentious punch, and literally "beat the gangster assassin with a teasing smile on his face into a puddle of meat sauce" .

Looking at Franco, who hadn't felt the "French kiss", the wicked Carlton felt that he should slow down a bit, anyway, as long as he didn't swallow the gene seeds.

But jokes are jokes, Karl can only lament that Franco is really lucky.

If Karl hadn't added some positioning chips to the two data storage devices in advance, otherwise when Karl finds Franco, he probably can only help Franco revenge with hatred.

After all, the thread of fate can only give a general plot direction. After reaching the designated range, Karl still needs to find someone by himself.

When he came back to his senses, looking at the thief assassin who had been beaten into a lump of meat at this moment, Karl couldn't help but sigh, did he use too much force?

Shaking off the blood stained on his fist, Karl asked if you, the base thief assassin, are a little too watery.

But at the same time, he also knew that now was not the time to brag.

After grabbing Franco like a chicken, Carl carried Franco, who was still in a dazed state, with one hand, and ran towards the opera hall in the distance.

While Carl was running, he didn't forget to arrange the next task for Franco.

"When this timer rings, put this badge in Kaya's hand, understand?"

After speaking, Carl casually patted another gadget on Franco's back.

It's a bauble modified from a sound generator temporarily removed from the mouth of some hapless mechanical servant.

This vibrator can automatically emit vibrations that interfere with the surrounding ultrasonic waves, so as to ensure that Franco is not corrupted by the singer's "silence".

Seeing that everything was ready, Carl slammed on the brakes and stopped at the gate of the opera hall.

At this moment, Franco, who almost vomited out all the overnight meal along the way, was clutching his stomach, looking at the novelty gadget that Karl handed him.

This is a badge, a sterling silver badge made of rows of musical notes intertwined like a bird's nest.

…………

(End of this chapter)