A beautiful roll of smoke was lifted from the entrance to the middle nest's quarters, the walls of concrete and shojin at the same time, and slowly drifted away to the horizon, although the ceiling was high and the end could not be seen in the foggy air, but the smoke circle probably dissipated quickly, but the fog seemed to keep heading towards the sky.

Nicotine, promethium, and the air that repeats hundreds of times in the lungs of humans form a line called the Living Gradation, which is not good, but it is already crucial to the soldier who hides on this wall and watches people come and go, the local pdf captain, Mr. Kenny.

His thoughts drifted through the smoke until his right hand touched his chair, the synthetic marshmallows on the table, the empty bags made a salsa sound, but there was no touch of the soft and delicious little things.

He shouted in a rough voice. "Orderly! Do I still have candy? "It's hard to imagine this man over half a hundred years old, rough-skinned, tall, and though a little thin and tall, this officer in a brown uniform still loves candy, and this slightly lovely thing only seems more out of place in this battle-hardened body.

It's not that men shouldn't eat candy, it's just that most people think that whiskey is more suitable for the soldier's appearance than the soft stuff.

His orderlies hurriedly brought a bag full of sweets, but they were cheap and shelf-stable, and Captain Kenny pulled out a lot of mints, or toffee, and stuffed them into his mouth, then looked relaxed.

Just because his artificial stomach could not absorb those nutrients, making his body appear emaciated and constantly hungry, the candy could curb that feeling, so he could not stop consuming sweetness.

That's right, he had a knife in his stomach, it was a riot from the nest, he followed the local radical church in the nest, and then the stomach was pierced by the beastmen, plus the ulcer that could not be effectively treated for a long time, he was also called Kenny with iron stomach by his comrades, but his luck was very good, because the person who entered the nest had a less than 10% chance of coming back alive, which also explained why he was a captain, because he was almost dead at the same time.

He has lingering palpitations about this, but he has also learned a way of life in the nest capital, that is, he does not listen to what is going on outside the window, and only keeps his own position.

However, he heard his orderly's babbling mouth chanting words he didn't like, strange rumors, such as the second nest next door being suddenly smashed through by a meteorite, or someone seeing a bright flash of light appear in the void on the outer wall of the nest.

He immediately rebuked his servant. "You won't believe those things, to be precise, the nest is covered with dense light spears, which is not a secret to a planetary guardian like us, and secondly, the strength of the meteorite is also difficult to smash the adamantite, unless that thing is big enough to destroy a considerable amount of something in an instant, then the main nest will probably be able to get a pair of piercings."

"It's very strange during this time, investigation, investigation, endless investigation." He muttered as if drawing a line from the candy, he had been to the Lower Nest, and the residential area he was concerned with was the nearest area that connected the place that made him sad, and he soon realized that the two things might be related.

Alien or Imperial Guard? Those rumors of turmoil, what have entered the nest capital, this place, but it requires quite powerful firepower, then they can log in.

The captain shook his head out of his whimsical thoughts, flicked the candy in the bowl, and spoke to the orderly. "Go buy more, I'm going to have my bag full, go."

Watching the reckless boy run out, the officer stood up and looked at the strange and faint light on the gray and dull road in the distance of the high wall, where the merchants and travelers were far away from this place where the link was nesting, who would come here? A garbage heap?

He picked up his binoculars, the smell of the clouds was already on the tip of his nose, the light of the headlights in the distance became dazzling, he licked his mouth, and saw a convoy of tattered trucks and tough guys in good spirits, many of their armor had blood on them, and their weapons looked like they had just been fired.

A team of mercenaries, this thought flashed through his mind, and then it was very interesting, he subconsciously felt that this team of mercenaries was very natural, naturally overdone, he had seen mercenaries, although a little gag, but in general it was still a corps of obedience, but this group, although the team was huge, each did its own thing, but did not show a strong obedience.

The main reason is that their convoy does not have an obvious command vehicle or group core, and their convoy is very loose, such a force does not exist, but the troops that can walk through the nest must not be a rabble that does not even have a command structure, unless they are all Astartes.

Instead, they acted as if they had no officers......

Suddenly, the radio around his waist rang, and he replied. "I'm here, report the situation."

A young voice spoke. "There is a car crew approaching, we are going to conduct a routine check, but the car crew does not look like a private army, it may be the hands and feet of the major guilds, Captain, should we let them go?"

"Spare them?" He thought that the guilds controlled the transportation of materials, energy, water, and other important resources, and that he could not afford to offend an officer in a residential area, but curiosity was one of the few pleasures in the life of the Dark Hive, and if the Captain let this go, his curiosity would be disturbed for the rest of his life until he forgot about it.

If you want to blame it, blame the small mouth of his orderly for the gibberish, he turned on the communicator. "Routine check!"

At this point, on the queue advancing on the lane, the officers of the Imperial Guard rarely stepped out of the command car and rested in the wagon where the soldiers stayed, the officers were no less tired than anyone else, but this mission did not need a command, only liars, those officers were scattered in various squads to communicate with their soldiers, like ruffians playing cards.

At the moment, the lieutenant was enjoying lunch with a group of "Oglien", which were made of thyme, cloves, quick-frozen grohon pork belly, poultry leg meat, and some canned mixture, tomatoes, and cooked together, this cauldron was about the length of an ordinary person's arm, about a meter long, gurgling and spitting hot.

Relieved of his duties, the lieutenant picked up the bowl and watched as the Lettling Kid clumsily stirred the mucus with a long spoon, and after the soup had become sticky in a promethium heater, he covered it with starchy food, a potato-like root, and the rare battlefield delicacy was out of the pot.

The smell of the sticky chicken and broth spread on the skin of the tuber plant and smashed together with a spoon permeated the exterior of the vehicle, even the Space Marines, known as "Oglien", had to swallow.

The umami in the mouth and the slight acidity of the tomato base complement the freshness and the soft soup, which is covered with the cooled starch crop and reheated, and the piping hot food is cooled, with three points of burn and seven points of warmth under the belly.

However, the food can't dispel too many worries, said Sergeant Katachan, dressed like a barbarian. "Will this mission really go smoothly?" He stirred the food in the bowl, and the worries were stirred with him.

"In terms of deception, they did a good job, a full set of documents and enough fake goods, and at the same time there was a fairly good team arrangement, which cleared out everything that we couldn't take into account, so that we could probably go to the residential area to buy temporary supplies, and even buy some medicines." The second lieutenant had a rare approval of the serpent's arrangement, because he couldn't see anything wrong with the team when he asked himself.

He cleaned his men of spoons, looked at the towering concrete walls of the neighborhood that was getting closer, and corrected himself as a "mercenary".

After a brief examination of the information provided by the crew, the guards began to hesitate, and the second lieutenant could tell that they were hesitating, and the gate in front of them was not the damn inferior product of the nest of those gene stealers, and it was not too acceptable to break through this place by crossing a residential area full of enemies and being watched by the enemy for most of the next journey.

The second lieutenant thought inwardly, praying for the emperor's help, but the guard did not move in place after reading the information, and he was familiar with pdf rules, and soon, as expected, a tall and thin officer walked down the wall, and by this point he already wanted to raise his weapon and shoot, because killing this man would destroy the enemy's chain of command, at least in this short journey, the effect of this would not be too bad.

It's just that he was pressed down on the shoulder by a gentleman's hand, and Mr. Wild Snake looked like a gentle middle-aged man at the moment, and he gently patted the second lieutenant on the shoulder. "Don't worry, people here may not be very polite, I'll talk to him." He moved forward gracefully, like a standard aristocrat.

"Hello, Mr. Captain, what bothers you?" He took off his hat and saluted, and Captain Kenny gave a military salute.

"This gentleman, good day, I shouldn't have stopped your vehicle, but during this time, we are required to be under martial law, and I imagine that the troops coming out of the lower nest must be strong, so I want to meet your commander, to be precise, the mercenaries of the Snake Eyes Gang, which you hire."

He paused deliberately, as if to point out his doubts, and the serpent realized that something was wrong, but instead of calling the second lieutenant down, he let the fake officer he had prepared in advance come down and out of the cab of the largest and most beautiful vehicle.

It was a guy who didn't look easy to mess with, with a huge body, about the same height as Kenny, but with a more ferocious temperament, and a scar and a projectile wound, on his arm and cheek, so far his aura was enough to scare most people, but Captain Kenny had seen the beastmen, those real madmen, he just nodded.

"Breath proclaimed, then, I would like to see your soldiers salute you." The captain spoke, and the fake officer yelled. "You're not my mercenary, let alone my boss, we Snake-Eyes are all former Imperial Guards, theoretically even one level higher than you!"

His tone was aggressive, and the captain just repeated it again. "Please let them salute."

The fake officer was confused by him, and he just looked at the thin man with a dark face, the captain was just as calm as ever, and the wild snake turned into a peacemaker at the moment, saying.

"Salute, salute, don't hurt the harmony, the captain can see it if he wants." He wasn't sure what the PDF officer in front of him was thinking, but he didn't want to hear the words of the "mercenary" because of such a trivial matter, and the fake officer spoke.

"Boys, line up, salute!"

This was followed by a horse, a beautiful dispatch, and the soldiers lined up, whether they were Eugliens or mercenaries, all answered with a uniform high degree of coordination and standard military posture.

At this point, the captain understood how those people could step over the lower floors, but his doubts were not dispelled, because although the mercenaries saluted the standard, they did not have the temperament of facing their superiors, and this feeling was very subtle, like a dish missing a few drops of ketchup.

That sour but not sour sensation swirled through the captain's nasal cavity, and he just nodded. "Good, good."

Then it turned out to be a perfect application report, which was signed by Dafangfang, and then handed it to the wild snake while whispering. "It's really a very temperamental army, but more than this, I care more about where the real commander of this unit is."

The wild snake wiped the sweat from his forehead. "My lord, what are you talking about, isn't it right in front of you?"

"If your troops are recruit eggs, I'll believe it, but it's absolutely impossible for an army that can pass through the lower nest to be commanded by such a person, you act very well, it's beautiful, it's just too perfect to feel unreal."

The serpent's complexion changed. "What are you going to do?"

The officer picked up his communicator. "Report, this is the D68 nest capital residential area, we found a convoy applying to pass the sentry, I'm Captain Kenny, reviewing the situation of the convoy."

The serpent's face darkened, and the second lieutenant slowly raised his weapon from the blind spot of the pdf vision.

The officer stretched out his hand at this moment, gestured to a three, and then spread out his palm.

The wild snake horse turned cloudy and sunny, and took out 3 throne coins, gold glittering gems and gold inlaid with the emperor's great face, its power was enough to change people's hearts, and at this point, the officer grasped the priceless treasures, and then spoke.

"There is no problem, it will be passed, and my review report will be approved, and it will be over."

Then he raised his hand and motioned for his soldiers to open the door, and after the roar of gears and engines, the adamantite gate slowly opened, and after a brief flashing of lights, the convoy slowly entered the interior of the residential quarters.

It was only as the second lieutenant and Captain Kenny passed by that Kenny suddenly raised his hand, gave him a thumbs up, and spoke. "I smell you, I must have killed a lot of beasts, well done, soldier."

He left without a head or end, holding three throne coins, and shouting to the orderly who had just returned. "Hurry up and prepare, tonight, all my companies will have more food, more food!"

(End of chapter)