40k: Midnight Blade.

Chapter 489 7. In the dark
When the soft moonlight shone on his shoulders, Tujia stood up slowly.

Litatra seemed very quiet at the moment. The city seemed to be alive and needed rest at night. But this is just a poetic statement. The real situation is that the workers on the shift have already left the streets and gone to the factory.

The tired souls they replaced were already lying on the bed, waiting for the next torture to come.

They will not know why police officers and young men from the law enforcement team are out in force, patrolling the streets and alleys with guns and sticks. In fact, they probably don't care much about it either.

Tujia turned his head and glanced at the alley, which was quiet.

After leaving the second district police station, it took him a while to get out of the search range of the officers. All the police officers in the police station came out in full force. Fortunately, their number was still not too large, and they could not completely occupy every alley that was full of dirt and evil.

Furthermore, they also need to face other troubles.

For example, those who mistakenly thought that the police station was targeting them were criminals and people who were wandering on the edge of the law. They caused a lot of trouble today and made the police officers very anxious. The people of the hive city would not be able to deal with the dangers that may come. Captured without hesitation.

Tujia was very grateful to them. If it weren't for these thugs, he would never have been able to fish in troubled waters and get here.

He walked to the alley, his boots barely making a sound on the ground. The moonlit night is quiet and the light is dim. Tujia slowly pulled out his gun. He still had three magazines to replace. Counting the ten bullets in the gun, there were only forty-six bullets available.

"Don't take it too seriously, it's just a new batch of materials."

The man obviously liked this attitude. He chuckled, raised his right hand and knocked on the guard's chest. A strange charm appeared on his pale face.

The car quickly arrived in front of the explosion-proof door. Its braking system probably worked quite well, and the car stopped smoothly. Immediately afterwards, the armor plate on its left side fell heavily to the ground.

It's always good to get a little more information.

Although the searchlights were not used at this time, Tujia knew that as long as he made a little trouble, these lights and those dark shooting holes would find him immediately.

It is impossible for those security guards wearing heavy armor not to install implants, and the exposed patrol team is never a large force.

Tujia has never seen a large transport vehicle of this type before, and it is probably a model unique to Litatra. He frowned instinctively, stopped, and stood in the darkness to observe it.

Two guards carrying heavy firearms walked out, followed by a pale man wearing a tight-fitting palace coat, makeup, and a curly light blond wig, with a rather impatient expression.

It's a bit difficult now. Tujia hit his forehead with the gun and sighed a little troubledly.

Tujia remembered the face and held the gun in his jacket pocket with his right hand. He carefully lay down on the ground and began to crawl forward, approaching them.

Thanks to his boldness and always good hearing, he successfully heard the man's voice.

A few seconds later, Tujia raised his head and saw the materials, or in other words, the children who were shackled one after another, with slow steps and dull expressions.

Even with the heavy helmet on, his voice seemed a bit flattering.

This is not the first time he has dealt with nobles. In his impression, the areas where nobles live usually have luxury and comfort as the first elements. However, the Moran family went against the norm and built on their 'territory' Fortifications such as city walls and blast-proof gates.

He looked up and saw a huge transport truck approaching at high speed from the end of the road. It had a boxy shape, almost looking like a rough box.

Coupled with the security guards wearing dark gray uniforms and heavy armor, Tujia already had a bad feeling in his heart.

"Understood, sir, what happened last time will never happen again." A guard replied.

Behind them stood a huge blast door and a long black city wall. The existence of searchlights and shooting holes made these two walls look impenetrable.

It sounds like a lot, but the Catahan MK3's firepower may not be of much use against enemies wearing heavy armor.
Yes, he was talking about the security guards in the wealthy area, those people standing not far in front of him and patrolling back and forth.

".Bring them in," said the man in the wig. "Be careful not to hurt them. If someone wakes up halfway, inject hallucinogens again. Do you understand? If the same situation happens again, you will be punished."

He put down the gun, put it back in his pocket, and was about to turn around and leave to find another way, but there was a roar of an engine outside the alley.

They are all very young, and none of them can be called 'adult' or 'mature'. The strange thing is that their clothes are all neat and completely uniform in white uniforms.

Things are starting to get weird
Tujia frowned deeply.

Yes, the hive nobles do have more or less unflattering hobbies. Those who are intoxicated with the status brought by money and power will break through their bottom line again and again.

Drug addiction is only the most trivial of the fields they are involved in. If it were really serious, each of the elders could be tried and read out for more than ten hours.

But what about these children? Someone in authority within the Moran family doesn't like mature men or women?
Tujia's intuition and the name 'material' told him that this might not be the case.

After all, those children were far from beautiful or handsome, and they were far from playthings.

They were just a bunch of kids, nothing special. At best, they were probably very healthy. None of them were skinny, but they weren't fat either. They obviously eat well and get good exercise on weekdays
and many more.

Thinking about these descriptions, another animal suddenly appeared in Tujia's mind - the Grox beast.

This creature is found throughout the agricultural world of the empire and is a very common source of meat. Their meat is also of high quality, with high nutritional value and rich taste.
Tujia visited their breeding farm once in the past, and at that time, he saw a group of very healthy Grox beasts. They inhaled anesthetic gas in a closed room and fell to the ground in a daze, waiting to be slaughtered.

The investigator suppressed his emotions and slowly took a breath of cold air. He began to crawl back slowly, but the man stopped him from leaving with another sentence.

"Remember, two batches will be given to Mr. Chupani, and the rest will be sent to the gray room." He said leaning on the transport truck, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

He seemed a little tired, and after saying this, he yawned several times. The guard who had talked to him before slowly walked over, the side door of the transport vehicle began to close slowly, and the explosion-proof door made a dull sound and lowered little by little.

The noise forced Tujia to no longer be able to hear any conversation between them, and he could only deduce it through the smile on the man's face. After more than ten seconds, he thought that this young man from the Moran family would probably have a debauched enjoyment tonight.

But this kind of thing is not intelligence at all.

Tujia crawled back into the alley little by little. He took out his hand and pressed down his hat, not caring about the dust all over his body. This is already considered good. At least the streets in wealthy areas do not have cross-flowing sewage or other dirt. The moonlight shone on his shoulders, but Tujia's thoughts slowly sank into a black ocean bit by bit.

He began to have a headache, and many memories and names were flying around in front of his eyes along with flashback scenes one after another. For no reason, he thought of a winery.

Three years ago, he killed forty-two people there and with a local law enforcement team. Their crime was human trafficking, at least that's what was eventually announced in the newspapers.

The real story is that they kidnapped civilians, children and homeless people, and then sent them to the table of a local noble.

The matter was properly resolved, the accomplice died, and the ringleader and the chain of interests behind it were completely pulled out. And Tujea knew more things, such as the intervention of an Astartes warband, and the final fate of the noble and his family.
In other words, the final outcome of that world was an extremely brutal purge that affected everyone from top to bottom. Even Tujia, an investigator, was forced to stay in that world for three weeks.

After confirming that there were no problems, he was allowed to leave by the brutal group of Astartes. Their gleaming tusks and foul smell lingered in Tujaa's memory for a long time.

He didn't know how many people they killed then, but... what about this time?

Tujia stopped and looked back. The world behind him was dim and dull, the glory of the wealthy area had long gone, and the sour smell returned to his nose again.

How many people will die this time?

The investigator tightened his grip on his gun, a chill running through his heart. It wasn't the chill his memory produced, but something else. It forced Tujia to leave the dark ocean and return to the real world.

He stiffly took out the gun, slowly turned and backed away, and did not stop until his back was pressed against the wall of the alley.

At this moment, the only things he could hear were his own breathing and the shouts of the law enforcement team coming from not far away.

They still haven't stopped patrolling and searching. This is normal. Officers can take a break, but they don't have this power. Besides, the death of a detective is definitely no small matter.

Tujia understood that he was probably wanted. If they still can't find him, I'm afraid that in two days, those expensive tracking servitors will be applied for.

At that time, he will have nowhere to hide.

He had two days and forty-eight tera hours left, or less. He must solve everything within this period of time, but how to solve it?
Of course, there is also the lingering chill.

Tujia raised his head and saw a tall black figure. There was no sound of his breathing, and the moon did not illuminate his figure. Everything was hidden in darkness, except for the two eerie yellow eyepieces. They were looking at him coldly, their attitude full of indifference.

and assessment.

Tujia slowly raised his hands, the pistol spinning on his index finger, the muzzle hanging to the ground.

"No matter who you are, I surrender." He said simply.

The shadow didn't answer, but just took a step forward. One second, he was a barely visible ghost. Now, he suddenly became clear, as if the vague character in the background of the painting suddenly came to the center of the frame.

There was no stain on his armor. The skull and eagle wings on his chest exuded a dull luster under the moonlight. Bright lightning danced on his shoulder armor, illuminating the helmet in an eerie way.

Tujia tried his best to keep himself from falling to the ground.

"What if I am a traitor?" a hoarse voice asked.

"Then I have no choice but to die." Tujia said slowly. "But the God-Emperor will avenge me."

"Oh?"

"The God-Emperor remembers each of us. He remembers our sacrifices as we remember his. The loyal and the brave will return to his throne. We will gain new victories for him in death, and he will We take revenge"

The black shadow let out a terrible laugh: "You remember the third section of the second chapter of "Piety" very clearly, Mr. Investigator. However, this classic is wrong, at least this sentence is wrong."

Tujia asked stiffly: "What do you mean?"

"There is another Avenger," Black Shadow said. "Also, I have a few questions for you."

"Do I have a choice?" Tujia asked.

"Of course you do, I will not force you. After all, I am not a traitor, and you are not a person who deserves to be tortured or tortured. From what I have observed, you are a loyal person, Mr. Tujia. "

".Have you been spying on me?"

The black shadow did not answer this sentence. He slowly raised his hands and took off his helmet. Tujia saw a pale and heartless face with three hideous scars on the left side of his face. His left eye had also been replaced with a prosthetic eye, which was glowing scarlet.

"I wouldn't use the word surveillance, but protection," he said, grinning, a smile that was anything but friendly.

"So, what now?" Tujia asked.

"What now?"

"Is your protection over?"

"It's over, but it will transform into a completely new relationship." The giant nodded. "You can call me Zell, Mr. Brave Investigator. I hope we get along well in the future."

Tujia frowned deeply.

"What do you mean.?"

"It means that we will be together for a while." Zell replied with a half-smile. His shadow was cast on the wall opposite the alley in the moonlight, stretched very long.

(End of this chapter)