40k: Midnight Blade

Chapter 57. 57. The Great Cleansing ([-])
In the dark and damp room, Joseph looked at the writing on the wall, lost in thought.

The stench of acid rain hadn't left his room, but another torrential rain had already fallen from the sky.

The rain of Nostramo has no mercy on the workers, in fact it has no mercy on anyone but the nobles.

Therefore, this stench may never leave.

Like the laceration the factory machines had left on the palm of his left hand, even if it had healed, the scar would still be there, and the twitching pain that would come from time to time.

Joseph looked at the words and said nothing.

Three lines of pitch-black writing took up a small part of the wall made of rotten wood.

The column writes them very wide, with a long space between each character. Joseph can understand this, but he can't understand what they mean.

However, this did not prevent him from watching it over and over again, and then trying to reproduce it on the wall with his fingers dipped in acid rain.

Unlike Joseph, Lew had a good brain, and unlike most of them, he could remember a lot.

For example, the shift order of the guards in the factory, and how to take advantage of some loopholes to get more food rations.But he was able to remember these words, which really surprised Joseph.

He still remembered his shock when he first heard the news, and a certain hidden delight.

In fact, the latter was fresh in his memory.Even over the shock.

He didn't quite know what that emotion was supposed to be called, but he knew what it was supposed to be.

He was happy to see them die.Even more enjoyable than receiving a full ration of food.

"Joseph!"

Someone was calling him at the door again, Joseph turned his head and saw a pale face gleaming with sweat in the darkness.

"He's dead again!" The person who came lowered his voice and shouted in a low voice.

"Isn't today a big purge?" Joseph asked.

He didn't close the door—in fact, shanty towns don't close their doors after it rains, unless you want to stink to death.

"No, no, they didn't do it. It was him!" The man waved his arms excitedly. "It's him!"

"how do you know?"

Despite being equally excited, Joseph asked something wrong: "The purge kills a lot. Didn't you hear what those old people said? They said that a lot of people die every night."

"Different!"

The man shook his head stubbornly, his eyes gleaming under the dirty black hair. "You'll know it when you see it, it's definitely him, there's nothing wrong with it!"

"Have you gone?" Joseph asked.

Although he was still hesitant, he had already started to put on his clothes.

"Lee found it! Don't you know, Joseph? He hasn't slept tonight, he's been hanging around."

"Didn't they bother him?"

"They're all dead!"

The speaker gave a morbid grin. "They're dead from Nington Avenue to North Third Street! Row is on Nington Avenue now!"

Joseph's eyes widened, he was silent for a few seconds, then he slammed the person away and rushed out of the shanty town.

The rain hit his face, causing pain like a searing pain, but Joseph didn't care at all.

He has never run as fast as today, and in the past, his body did not allow him to exercise like this.But he didn't want to care about anything now, he just wanted to witness it with his own eyes——Twelve minutes later, Joseph, who was almost collapsing, did indeed witness it with his own eyes.

"Forever Night"

He muttered to himself, his voice low and broken.There were crowds of onlookers all around, and the thin ghosts raised their heads, silently staring at this scene under the acid rain, the blazing flames were reflected in their dark eyes.

A certain emotion begins to take hold.

"Isn't it beautiful?" A voice beside him asked softly.

He turned his head and saw Lie.

"Isn't it beautiful?" Lie asked with a smile.

The flame-burned ruins blazed and crackled behind him, and the acid rain couldn't stop them from spreading.Flames are everywhere, from gang garrisons to eerie alleyways.

The flame burns for a long time.

"I don't know what beauty is," said Joseph. "I just think."

"What do you think?"

"These fires..." Joseph turned his head, an inexplicable emotion choked his voice.

He wasn't born naturally, he had no family - he didn't have anyone who died because of gangs, and logically he wasn't supposed to hate them or feel anything about their deaths, but he really wanted it now cry.

Not crying sadly.

Lie raised his head, the acid rain streaked across his pale face, and the flames burned, illuminating his dark eyes.After a long time, he spoke in a low voice.

"So they'll be killed too," he said slowly. "Joseph, they—do you understand? They."

Twist the head of the column.

"They'll die too," he said lowly.
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"The Scolewalker family will not let you go!"

A man in a scarlet jacket roared ferociously.

He was paralyzed on the ground, holding a long black object tightly in his right hand, surrounded by darkness, but the smell of blood was so strong that it seemed to drown people.

He barked into the darkness, trying to overwhelm his fear with anger.From the beginning to the end of the killing, he could only hear the gunshots and the screams of his subordinates, but he didn't even see the real face of the attacker.

He had to, otherwise he couldn't be sane.

"The Scolewalker family is gone. You don't seem to be well informed, sir."

In the darkness, someone answered softly.His voice was like a basin of cold water, completely crushing the fire of his anger.

"Then, let me repeat it for you, the Scolewalker family has been destroyed, just like your gang, like all the gangs in Quintus tonight."

The man trembled, trying to say something again, but his body betrayed him.

The bone-chilling cold began to spread outward from the darkness, overwhelming everything, and even nearly stopping his thoughts.

Then, the man spoke again, with a soft tone, as if chatting easily, but the man began to cry—his instinct was warning him.

"No.70 two, you know? Your gang is No.70 two"

There was a chuckle in the darkness.

"It's a funny number, it doesn't mean anything but you - a number, a gang, hundreds of lives."

"It took me less than 10 minutes to make them disappear."

"Aren't you scared, Mr. Leather Jacket? You don't know what I am, and you don't know how the hell I killed everyone in the hall. Do you want to know the answer?"

Before he could answer, the man in the darkness came out.

There was a cold light in his eyes, the man's eyes rolled upwards, and he lost consciousness the first moment he saw him, his mind was completely stripped away, leaving only the extremely fragile sensitive nerves.

He began to scream loudly, and spread his right hand. The object rolled down slowly, and was finally picked up gently by the people in the darkness.

"A triggered detonator."

He chuckled again. "As a gang leader, you planted so many bombs in your own room. I admire you, Mr. Leather Jacket."

There was no answer, only screams.

Khalil walked over slowly, holding the detonator in his hand, raised his foot, and ended the screams.

Then, he stopped laughing.

Standing in the darkness, the tall giant lowered his head, taking deep breaths calmly.

No.70 two.

How many more? 73, 74, 75
He'd plowed through most of the city, and they still seemed endless.

The more critical point is that Khalil is very clear that if the core problem is not resolved, the gang will be inexhaustible.

This is no longer a problem that can be solved simply by killing and killing. From his point of view, gangs are almost equivalent to a kind of cancer, but cancer cells need lesions to produce.

Lesions - where?

Khalil has the answers, but he doesn't have the time.

time.

He said these two words silently, not in Nostramo, nor in High Gothic, but in another language.

No one knew his emotions at the moment, but they were so obvious that he could almost see everything in his eyes.

However, no one will see it.Nor does he need this emotion to be seen, to be released.

Khalil is used to keeping everything in his heart, and he doesn't want to let it go-he knows it's a sickness, but he needs this heaviness to feel alive.

Turning around, he left the room.The corridor was wide and high, and it was one of the few buildings where he could walk freely without bending over.The road was full of corpses, and the dead people had different expressions, but the blood stained everything red.

Calmly, Khalil came to the elevator shaft, bent down to enter, and jumped straight down.

For him, the height of twelve floors no longer required any cushioning preparations. He landed on a layer of metal, and then directly crashed through it to reach the ground.

In the hall, there are corpses everywhere.He looked around and found one in particular among the dead, and Khalil bent down and pulled a Molotov cocktail from the latter's belt.

He didn't need oil to intensify the fire, in fact, the body's own oils were enough to spread the fire.

It's ridiculous.

Khalil pressed the button on the top of the incendiary bomb, walked out the door with a resigned chuckle, and threw it into the pile of corpses with precision.The explosion came in an instant, and the flames followed, burning and crackling.

Yeah, it's ridiculous.His wry smile gradually turned into an indifferent sneer—this planet needs to be killed by an executioner to have a moment of normality.

His hands are full of blood and sin.
A killer, a monster, a...something that thinks it's human.

Closing his eyes, he took another deep breath, and then ruthlessly cut off all his thoughts, leaving only one goal.

In any case, he will completely eliminate Quintus' gang tonight.It's better to treat the symptoms even if they don't cure the root cause than to let these darkness continue to spread.

(End of this chapter)