When the soft moonlight sprinkled on his shoulders, Tujea slowly stood up.

Litatra is very quiet at the moment, and the city seems to have life and needs rest at night. But this is just a poetic statement, and the reality is that the workers who change shifts have long since left the streets and gone to the factory.

And the weary souls they had replaced were already lying on their beds, waiting for the next torment to come.

They don't know why police officers and young people from the law enforcement team are pouring out of their nests, patrolling the streets with guns and clubs. Actually, they probably don't care much about it.

Tujea turned his head sideways and glanced at the alleyway, where it was silent.

After leaving the police station in the second district, it took him a moment to leave the range of the officers. The entire police station was full of police officers, but fortunately, they were still not too numerous to completely occupy every alley that was full of filth.

In addition, they also need to face other messes.

For example, those criminals who mistakenly believe that the police station is going to attack them and those who wander on the edge of the law, they have caused a lot of trouble today, which makes the police anxious, and the people of Chaodu will not be caught in the face of possible dangers.

Tujea is very grateful to them, if it weren't for these thugs, he would never have fished in troubled waters and arrived here.

He walked to the mouth of the alley, his boots barely making a sound on the ground. The moonlit night was quiet and the light was dim. Tujea slowly drew his gun, he still had three magazines to replace, and counting the ten rounds in the gun, there were only forty-six rounds available.

It may sound like a lot, but the Katahan 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 district, the people who were patrolling back and forth not far in front of him.

Behind them were a large blast door, and a long black wall that looked impregnable due to the presence of searchlights and shooting holes.

Although the searchlights were not being used at this time, Tujea knew that if he made a little trouble, the lights and the black shooting holes would immediately find him.

It's impossible for security guards in heavy armor to go without implants, and exposed patrols are never a big force.

Now it's a bit harder. Tujea tapped his forehead with a gun and sighed a little troubledly.

This was not the first time he had dealt with nobles, who had the impression that luxury and comfort were the first priority in the areas where they lived, but the Moran family had built fortifications such as walls and blast gates on their 'territory'.

Coupled with the security guards in dark gray uniforms and heavy armor, a not-so-good feeling had risen in Tujea's heart.

He put down his gun, put it back in his pocket, and was about to turn away and look for another way, but there was a roar of engines outside the alley.

He looked up and saw a huge transporter coming at high speed from the end of the road, boxy and almost like a rough box.

Tujea had never seen a large transporter of this type, and it was probably a model unique to Litatra. Instinctively, he frowned, stopped, and stood in the darkness to observe it.

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

The car quickly drove in front of the blast door, its brakes were probably working quite well, and the car came to a smooth stop. Immediately afterward, the armor plate on its left side fell heavily to the ground.

Two guards with heavy firearms stepped out of it, followed by a pale man in a tight court tunic with powdered grease and curly pale blonde wigs with a rather impatient expression.

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

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

Bring them in." Said the man with the wig. "Be careful, don't hurt them, if someone wakes up and gets another hallucinogen, understand? If it happens again, you'll be punished. ”

"Understood, my lord, what happened last time will never happen again." One of the guards replied.

Even with a heavy helmet, his voice seemed a little flattering.

The man obviously liked this attitude, and he chuckled, raised his right hand and tapped the guard's chest, and his pale face showed a strange charm.

"Don't worry too much, it's just a new batch of materials"

A few seconds later, Tujea looked up and saw the materials, or rather, one child after another in shackles, with vague steps and a sluggish expression.

They were all young, none of them could be called 'adult' or 'mature', and strangely enough, they were all neatly dressed and in completely uniform white uniforms.

Things are starting to get weird

Tujea frowned deeply.

Yes, the nobles of the nest capital do have some petty hobbies that are more or less unacceptable, and those who are intoxicated by the status brought by money and power will break their bottom line again and again.

Drug addiction is only one of the most trivial aspects of their field, and if it were true, each of them could be tried and read for more than a dozen hours.

But what about these children? Is there someone in power within the Moran family who doesn't like mature men or women?

Tujea's instincts, and the term 'material', told him that this might not be the case.

After all, those children are far from beautiful or handsome, and they are not up to the standard of playthings.

They're just a bunch of kids, they don't have anything special, they're probably very healthy at best, and they're not skinny, but they're never obese. They obviously eat well on weekdays and have been well trained

Wait a minute.

Thinking about these descriptions, Tujea's mind suddenly conjured up another animal—the Glockmon.

This creature is found throughout the agricultural world of the empire and is a very common source of meat, and their meat is also of high quality, high nutritional value, and rich in flavor.

Tujea had visited their farm once before, and at that time, he had seen a herd of very healthy Glocks. They inhaled anesthetic gas in the enclosed room and collapsed to the ground in a groggy state, awaiting slaughter.

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

"Remember, two batches will be given to Lord Chupani, and the others will be sent to the gray room." He leaned against the transport cart and said so, holding a piece of parchment in his hand.

He seemed to be a little tired, and after saying this, he yawned several times in a row. The guard he had spoken to before walked over slowly, the side door of the transporter began to slowly close, and the blast door made a dull noise, lowering little by little.

The noise forced Tujea to no longer hear any conversation between them, and he could only speculate from the smile on the man's face. After more than ten seconds, he thought that the young man of the Moran family would probably get a debauched enjoyment tonight.

But this kind of thing is not intelligence at all.

Little by little, Tujea crawled back into the alley, he pulled out his hand and pressed down on his hat, not caring about the dust all over his body. That's all right, at least the streets of the wealthy area are free of cross-flowing sewage or other dirt.

The moonlight was sprinkled on his shoulders, but little by little, Tujea's thoughts slowly sank into a black ocean.

He began to have headaches, and many memories and names flashed around his eyes along with flashback after flashback. For no reason, he remembered a winery.

Three years ago, he killed forty-two people there with the local law enforcement team. They were accused of human trafficking, at least in the newspapers.

The reality is that they kidnapped commoners, children, and homeless people, and then sent them to the table of a local nobleman.

The matter was properly resolved, the accomplice died, and the chain of interests behind the first evil and the back was completely pulled out. Tujea, on the other hand, knew more about the involvement of an Astarte warband, and the fate of the nobleman and his family

Or rather, the final fate of that world, a terrible purge that affected everyone from top to bottom, and even Tujea, who was an investigator, was forced to stay in that world for three weeks.

After making sure there was no problem, he was allowed to leave by the savage Astartes. Their glistening tusks and stinking smell still haunt Tujea's memory for a long time.

He didn't know how many people they had killed at the time, but . And this time?

Tujea stopped and looked back. The world behind him was dim, the glory of the rich district was long gone, and the sour smell returned to his nostrils again.

How many people will die this time?

The investigator gripped his gun tightly, and a chill hit his heart. It's not the chill of his memory, it's something else. It forced Tujea to leave the pitch-black ocean and return to the real world.

He stiffened and pulled out his gun, slowly turning and backing until his back was pressed against the wall of the alley.

At this moment, all he could hear was the sound of his own breathing and the shouts of the law enforcement team coming from not far away.

They still haven't stopped patrolling and searching, which is normal, the officers can rest, they don't have that power. Moreover, the death of an inspector is definitely not a trivial matter.

Tujea knew that he was probably wanted. If they still can't find him, I'm afraid in two days, those expensive followers should be applied.

At that time, he will have nowhere to hide.

He had two days left for forty-eight Terra, or less. He had to settle everything in that time, but how?

And, of course, the chill that lingers.

Tujea looked up and saw a tall black figure. He didn't breathe, the moon didn't illuminate his figure, everything was hidden in the darkness, only two eerie yellow eyepieces were visible. They were looking at him coldly, their expressions full of indifference.

and assessments.

Tujea slowly raised his hands, the pistol spinning and hanging on his index finger, the muzzle of which hung to the ground.

"Whoever you are, I surrender." He said it crisply.

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

There was not a single stain on his armor, the skeleton and eagle wings on his chest glowed dullly in the moonlight, and the bright lightning leaped over his shoulder armor, illuminating the helmet in an eerie light.

Tujea did his best not to fall to the ground.

"What if I'm a traitor?" A hoarse voice asked.

"Then I'll have to die." Tujea said slowly. "But the God Emperor will avenge me."

"Oh?"

"The God-Emperor remembers each and every one of us, and He remembers our sacrifices as we remember Him. The faithful and the brave will return to His throne, and we will achieve more new victories for Him after death, and He will avenge us."

The dark shadow let out a terrible laugh: "You remember very well in the third section of the second chapter of the Pious Faith, Mr. Investigator. However, this book is wrong, at least this sentence is wrong. ”

Tujea stiffly asked, "What do you mean?" ”

"The Avengers are someone else." The Black Shadow said. "Also, I have a few questions for you."

"Do I have a choice?" Tujea asked rhetorically.

"Of course you have, I won't force you, after all, I'm not a traitor, and you're not a person who deserves to be tortured or tortured. From what I have observed, you are a dutiful man, Mr. Tujea. ”

"You've been spying on me?"

The shadow didn't reply, he slowly raised his hands and took off his helmet. Tujea saw a pale, merciless face, with three hideous scars on the left side of his face, and his left eye, which had been replaced with a prosthetic eye, was glowing scarlet.

"I'm not going to use the word surveillance, it's protection." He said, grinning toothily, and that smile was anything but friendly.

"So, now?" Tujea asked.

"What's now?"

"Is your protection over?"

"It's over, but it's going to turn into a whole new relationship." The giant nodded. "You can call me Zell, Mr. Brave Investigator. Hope we have a good time in the future. ”

Tujea frowned deeply.

"What do you mean.?"

"Meaning, we'll be walking together for a while." Zell replied with a smirk. His shadow was cast in the moonlight onto the wall across the alley, stretched long.

(End of chapter)

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