40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 11 11. Choose carefully, take your time, and cut your reason into scorpions
Scarlet Finale is a Nostramo gang that is hard to describe in words. Don't get me wrong, it's not because of how terrifying their image is and how brutal their style is.

What you need to know is that these two points are basically the standard equipment of the Nostramo gang.If you don't have any of the above, the gang will take the initiative to 'dismiss' you.

Moreover, in terms of tyranny, they are actually not ranked at all. Apart from a lot of motorcycles and like to paint half of their face red with blood, there is nothing worth remembering about the scarlet finale.

Furthermore, they are not very creative with the use of motorcycles.

They don't use it to tie people up and drag them to death, nor do they use them to run over civilians passing by.They really just ride on it and shoot knives, they have no imagination compared to other gangs who also like motorcycles.

And the reason why this gang is difficult to describe in words is because they are now.
Well, most of them are broken now.

Literally.

Khalil stood calmly in front of a closed wooden door, his hands downcast, gathered in his cloak.

He breathed quietly, almost imperceptibly.The floor beneath his feet was covered with blood, even covering the thick soles of his leather boots.He just stood in front of the door peacefully and waited patiently.

He is always very patient.

Fifteen minutes later, two small, relieved sighs came from behind the door, and then died away quickly.

Khalil continued to wait, motionless. Five minutes later, there were slight voices coming from inside the door, and the sound of leather boots stepping lightly on the concrete floor.

At this moment, Khalil suddenly changed his posture.

He exerted strength with his legs and pushed his right shoulder forward. The door was slammed down abruptly with such great force, and it was unlucky for someone behind the door to come to check the situation.

He screamed and was knocked into the air. Unfortunately, he hit the wall, and there was no sound immediately.Gunshots rang out, and this time, Khalil had prepared in advance.

The sound wouldn't come out again—in fact, the killing had been going on for a while, and the other gang across the street hadn't even noticed that there was a bloodbath going on here.

"Okay." Khalil said softly, with a cold blue light shining in his eyes, making his voice scary and deep, like the weird sound of a knife blade rubbing against a bone.

He stood in front of the empty door, tilting his head, in no hurry to kill the last survivor.There was blood under his feet, corpses were strewn all over the corridor behind him, and the pale light outside penetrated through the broken windows and holes in the walls.

This angle was carefully designed by Kalil.He needed to let the survivor see this.

"Don't come here don't come here."

There was silence in the room for a few seconds, and then there was a terrified sound, and the protest of the firearm that was being pulled repeatedly but had no bullets.

The latter is particularly evident.

Khalil smiled, not rushing to press, he already smelled fear.

Fear can change many things. It can make a wise man stupid and a fool quick-witted.A small number of people can withstand the pressure, ignore the fear and move on.But most people will only inevitably become its slaves.

He took a slow step forward, deliberately making his gesture visible to the survivors.

Immediately the unfortunate man screamed, his imagination involuntarily beginning to wonder what Khalil would do to him next.

He shrank back with hands and feet, and at the same time began to continuously grab the sundries and garbage on the ground and throw them towards Kalil.

Very good and as I expected.

Khalil narrowed his eyes, and the blue light of Senhan flashed in his eyes again.He stood where he was, and didn't choose to dodge. All those sundries passed through his body like this, without even touching the corner of his clothes.

They fell to the ground, falling into the broken flesh and corpses, splashing pools of blood, making a dull thumping sound.

The screaming sounded again after a few seconds.

This time it was particularly high, and it seemed fragmented.The sole survivor of the Scarlet Finale closed his eyes and began chanting illogical phrases, waving his hands wildly, just begging the vengeful spirit to let him go.

What he didn't know was that Khalil couldn't move at all now.

It's still too much.

He frowned and thought: I still don't know enough about this power, but it seems that as long as I don't use it violently, that thing from the afterlife won't be able to find me.

This is a surprise, you can write it down first, and tell Ghost later.He also has the potential to awaken this power, though I hope he doesn't use it.

Sighing silently, Kalil endured the severe pain and bitterness and continued walking forward.

The way he walks now is really slow and stiff.This gesture, derived from the body itself rather than a disguise, made the scream of the survivor who opened his eyes at the sound of footsteps all the more terrifying.

In the corridor outside the room, the bent ghost frowned.

The survivors started to back away while screaming.His sanity has been completely torn apart by fear, and there is no longer any possibility of bonding.However, the instinct to survive still made him react.

Like stepping back, trying to stay away from this room that has become cold, and the ghost standing at the door.

Unfortunately, his back was already against the wall.

He has no way out.

And after that—

Standing in front of him, the vengeful spirit who created all this with his own hands, slowly opened his mouth.
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"I still don't understand why we didn't kill him."

"Because—wait, let me take my time."

Khalil gasped, leaning against the dirty wall in the dark alley and bent over, and it took several seconds before he continued to answer the ghost's question.

"Because my plans require him, a scum crushed by fear."

"Plan?" Ghost squatted on the ground and tilted his head. "What plan? You didn't tell me."

"You don't need to know the details of this plan, ghost, and you don't even need to know its name. The only thing I can tell you is."

Khalil paused again, and he began to take another deep breath, which was painful.Ghost could see his distorted features and sweaty face, which made Ghost stand up.

"What is it?" Ghost asked in a low voice.

"It's what it does." Khalil forced a smile. "I let him go because I knew he was going to spread the word about what his gang had been through."

"and then?"

"Then, the gangs will know which area the Vengeful Spirit is now operating in, and those who didn't believe before, will have a little faith in its existence when faced with such a living example of madness."

"But didn't you say that it would be better not to leave any witnesses, but only names on the scene?"

Ghost came forward in confusion, helped Kalil, and let him sit on the ground.

"Thanks, Ghost."

Khalil said that he did not continue to rush to explain, but chose to thank him first.

Courtesy is very important.

"Both ways have their own benefits, don't stick to one, you have to consider and use them at your discretion."

".I do not quite understand."

If you understand, I'm afraid I've seen a ghost, you little monster of one and a half years old.

Khalil smiled: "You can verify their respective functions later, back to the point, Ghost. Remember that woman?"

".I remember."

Ghost's expression became tense, and he asked in a low voice: "She said that I am a low-intelligence iron puppet, what does that mean?"

"You can actually hear me. Well, we'll talk about this later. In short, she comes from the Skelevoker family, which is a family with a long history in the upper nest. There are seventeen people who can be crowned with the title of earl." as many as one."

"She is the coroner of the Sklewok family, a role responsible for patrolling the bottom hive, maintaining the law and order of the gangs under the Sklewk family, and collecting their taxes."

"Compared to the gang, she is not very high-level, but the coroner is a direct employee. Do you understand me when I say that?"

Ghost listened to Khalil's words quietly and patiently, and nodded - the word direct employee made waves in his mind the moment it appeared, making him know the word, and more that followed meaning of the word.

"And she died, I killed, and the priest of the Dormition Church and the razor of the Razor Gang and the Shattertooth member you killed."

"Whispering teeth?"

"No lips, many piercing nails or chains."

Ghost suddenly realized: "That bald man!"

"...In short, we got into trouble with the Scolewalker family and Shattertooth on the eve of the big cleansing. In order to ensure the smooth progress of the big cleansing, they will definitely send someone down to deal with us."

"This is a good opportunity, Ghost, we finally have a chance to kill some upper class nobles."

Khalil grinned slowly, and a joy that could not be described in words flashed suddenly on his pale face: "...This is the first time."

Ghost nodded, and then continued to think.

He didn't really understand weird terms like the Scolevokers, Shattertooth, and Purge, they didn't pop into his mind all of a sudden.

He doesn't understand them, any more than he understands why Khalil knows so much.In fact, Khalil knew more than he did, from the Ghost's point of view.

However, there are some things you don't need to understand.You just have to tell if it's right or good, and that's enough.

After careful and brief thinking, Ghost came to a conclusion.

Khalil is right, and this thing is good.

However, he had one final point of concern to bring up. Khalil had said that if you were in doubt about something, just ask it, don't hide it.

Ghost did.

He frowned and asked, "But, none of us left alive before."

"...You are really persistent about this matter, Ghost. Well, listen up—killing is always just a means, not an end, don't get the fundamental relationship wrong, and..."

Khalil sat on the ground and slowly extended a hand.

Ghost looked at him puzzled.

silence.

One second, two seconds, three seconds—the famous Vengeful Spirit finally sighed.

"Take me a ride and go back to the shelter." He said. "I can't move for now."

"Oh."

In the next second, Youhun obediently picked him up.

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