Warhammer: I live under the watchful eyes of the gods

Chapter 6 Skyhawk is Watching You

With Franco, a local, leading the way, there were basically no accidents along the way.

Except for a part of the pipeline, which Carl didn't guess right, the entire sewage treatment system basically didn't differ much from the blueprint in Carl's mind.

But at this moment, a question also arises in Karl's mind.

Because Franco said in his self-introduction that he was here to fix the sewage system.

But it is clear that what Franco did and what he said did not match his words and deeds.

There is nothing wrong with this thing deceiving ordinary bottom hive residents, but something is wrong in Carl's eyes.

Carl could see that the entire system outage was clearly shut down artificially.

And that administrator who got eaten was presumably the one who shut down the plumbing system.

But why would administrators shut down the sewage recycling system?
He guessed that there was a high probability that the administrator had discovered corruption in the entire system.

The sticky dark yellow pus on the ground is the best proof.

But Franco deliberately ignored all this.

Karl knew very well that the instruction code Franco left behind when he left was just a simple restart code.

It is impossible to remove the corruption with such a simple operation.

There is even a bit of suspicion of intentionally spreading corruption.

(But maybe Franco will fix it next time.)
So he could only temporarily put this question aside.

Along the way, he could clearly feel that the air quality began to pick up, and the humidity and temperature began to drop.

But that's it. In short, for Karl who is used to the 3k era, this is just a little better.

Since neither side wanted to talk much at this time, Karl began to take time to observe the surrounding environment.

According to the mechanical knowledge in his mind, the area in front of him should have been a grid-shaped residential area a long time ago.

As a second-generation standard grid residential area, this entire block can accommodate 100-120W people.

Of course, the premise of this capacity is that the block works normally.

But obviously, even the sewage treatment and recycling equipment is rotten nowadays.

Karl doubts whether there is still life here.

But soon he saw the sign that there were still people living here.

Not knowing where to start, a lot of trash started appearing in the pipes Carl was walking on.

The trash contained discarded instruments, empty packaging bags, and the remains of unknown creatures.

Obviously, these casually discarded garbage are worthless in the eyes of ordinary Bottom people.

But in his eyes it was different.

Carl's eyes are like a scanner (augury), and he begins to look for usable electronic items in the waste.

Of course, this is not for some environmental protection cause, or such low-end operations as picking up garbage and repairing it for money.

A brand new weapon is being rapidly designed in Carl's brain.

Countless plans began to be combined in Carl's mind, and then they were rejected one by one.

Insufficient parts, high cost, too little lethality, unable to attack in groups.

At the end of the entire design, a weapon that was almost perfectly in line with the status quo was "copy-pasted" by Karl.

After all the factors were considered, the bolter was the honorable choice.

As it turns out, the design of the bolter solves almost all of the above problems perfectly.

This is also the reason why the bolt gun has been used in the Space Marines and some Astra Militarum to this day.

However, there is one small problem.

Boltgun ammo cannot be crafted with this junk.

As the saying goes, it is difficult for a clever woman to cook without rice.

No matter how powerful the Mechanical Codex is, it can't conjure up gunpowder for Karl out of thin air.

So he made a slight modification to the design of the bolter, adding a temporary under-hanging electromagnetic track.

This electromagnetic acceleration track can launch electromagnetic gun shells (projectiles) with extremely strong penetrating power.

However, the manufacture of such weapons is not achieved overnight.

There is still a big gap between knowing how to make and finally making the finished product.

Therefore, Karl just silently recorded the location of these useful parts, and did not act immediately.

Before reaching the main living area, Karl just made himself a burqa.

The purpose of this burqa is mainly to prevent unnecessary troubles from meeting the Black Rat Gang.

But soon he was stunned.

Because Franco took Carl directly to the "box compartment" with the logo of the Inquisition Chamber.

It is not appropriate to say that it is a box compartment. It should probably be called a cabin.

After all, it is difficult to evaluate this building that is out of tune with the surrounding box-style compartments.

Generally in the chaotic nest, except for the gang leader, few people pay attention to the quality of life.

Of course, as a nest full of chaos and death, most people who can get in here don't have the mind to do these things.

And when Karl was observing this, a slightly pastoral-style hut.

Franco lit a cigarette again and began to puff, and said without looking back after lightly exhaling a smoke ring: "Here, you can go."

According to Franco's thinking, in fact, people like Karl should turn around and leave.

After all, as long as this kind of thief is brought to a residential area, he will go straight to his old job.

But Franco didn't care.

He took out the key and prepared to open the door.

But to Franco's surprise, the footsteps behind him got closer and closer.

(Damn thief, you dare to steal from me?)
But when Franco turned around with a hint of anger, he saw a banknote.

Franco froze for a moment.

That was actually 100 Skyhawk coins.

Once upon a time, 100 Skyhawk coins were just a matter of sprinkling water for Franco.

Especially during that time when Franco had just been fired.

Franco spent a lot of money saved in the upper nest.

Maybe 30 years, maybe 40 years?
Anyway, Franco couldn't remember clearly.

It wasn't until one day that Franco was thrown into this nest together with a sky-high bill that Franco's soul returned to his body again.

Of course, the ensuing labor pains returned to Franco's body again.

Franco still doesn't want to think about the memory of being expelled from the court.

But when Franco was staring at the 100 Skyhawk coins in a daze, Karl took the lead to interrupt Franco's thoughts that had drifted to nowhere.

"Take me to the nest, and this one will be yours."

If it were someone else, they would probably laugh at Carl for taking a fake card.

But this is Franco.

Franco used to spend this thing like sprinkling water.

From the golden double-headed eagle logo and the paint stamp of the Ministry of the Interior, Franco is sure that this is an Skyhawk coin.

This Skyhawk coin alone is worth 100 francs.

It can be said that if someone with knowledge saw this Skyhawk coin, it would be enough to set off a bloodbath in the bottom nest.

Thinking of this, for some reason, Franco was inexplicably excited at the mention of the bloodbath.

But it seems to have seen the imperial eagle on the sky eagle coin.

The bloodthirsty desire only flashed in Franco's eyes.

So, after taking another deep puff of the cheap cigarette, Franco re-examined Karl in his burqa.

Finally, Franco sighed and said, "Come in first, let's talk."

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(End of this chapter)