Chapter 47 Operation Codename: Go do something!
On the metal platform where the army was stationed, the brown-haired female officer was counting things. She suddenly found that she had a lot of supplies, especially food and snacks, and there were many high-end things in them, even good ones that she had never seen in her life. She Feeling a little strange, I asked John, but John just made a shushing gesture.
"Just use it. The brothers in the fourth row need it more than giving it to those wastes."
The female officer wanted to continue asking, but the conversation between the two was suddenly interrupted by the arrival of a drunk guy who made people cover their noses. That was their platoon leader back!
But he smelled of alcohol. Most of the big-headed soldiers must have touched that thing, but to be honest, no one would do this to themselves on the battlefield.
But the deal was done, John looked confused, and then asked. "Boss, my Blue Bay Ice?"
Alan Bayer burped. "Rather than this, we have to start taking action now, take action." He was dirty, staggering around, and his military uniform became ugly and wrinkled. Everyone helped him lie down, but Alan Bayer was still shouting.
"Action, action, the code name is
...that is, start doing something for me now! ”
Others looked in disbelief and wondered how he went up the stairs without falling.
"John, find me some beauties with perky butts, beauties with perky butts from the hive environment that I am most familiar with! I want to do big things!"
John looked at his boss numbly. People will go crazy if they hold it in for too long, right? A beauty is a beauty, and she needs to be familiar with the environment of the hive city? You want to lead women in guerrilla warfare, right?
"Kailan, you start... burp... learn... burp... learn how to use melta bombs with TMD. The staff officer will get a box to open your eyes tonight!"
Kailan covered his head, melta bomb? Those kind of things are issued to elites by the Ministry of Military Affairs. What did the staff do, give us this?
Kellan replied calmly. "Second Lieutenant, you drank too much..."
"Brown hair! You...warm my bed!"
"Huh?" She was stunned, and then answered immediately. "Yes, sir." The brown-haired lady officer blushed, then shakily took off her shirt and tried to get into bed.
John immediately took her right hand. “Girl, you’re confused!”
Kailan also held his left hand. "The platoon leader is drunk!"
The girl blushed and put on her clothes, but she uttered an inaudible sigh.
Alan Bayer saw that they didn't believe that he was going to do something big, and he kept talking. "The orcs are coming in soon, we're going to behead...the one-eyed damn one!"
After saying that, Yong fell asleep due to a headache and breathed out a balanced breath. Others looked at it and felt inexplicably distressed. The platoon leader had done so many things, and it turned out that the pressure had driven him crazy...
"It's so pathetic," Kellan said.
"The platoon leader is also an ordinary person..." The sergeant looked at his face.
Normally, no one thinks this farce is true... Except for John, he knows very well that Alan Bayer is not a indulgent guy, and drinking so much alcohol is not normal. As a minority, he served at the same time as Alan and was born in the same world. People chatting with me in the dormitory also felt something was wrong.
John walked back to his seat without saying a word, looking at the patchwork and cracked photos in his place, as well as Alan Beyer's words in a daze.
"Do it, take down the One-Eye, I want to be a green-skinned warlord."
Such weird nonsense...
Uneasy and special feelings grew inside him. He picked up his things and said to his comrades. "I'll go out for a while."
Kellan asked. "Do you really want to find some beauties with perky butts for him?"
John replied. "Don't think too much, I'm just getting some hangover medicine..."
He walked down the wall and opened his tactical belt. There was nothing powerful inside, but a lot of strange hive family emblems, from the roughest scrap iron to beautiful crystals with no name. , and he often leaves the platform. Basically, he is not there when it is safe.
No one knew where he went except himself, and today he left while on duty. Was it really for the so-called hangover medicine?
John crossed a few blocks and squeezed through the crowd. It was a bit too far to buy hangover medicine, but after he squeezed through the last factory section, he actually walked directly to the production area of the factory. He walked straight through, Ignore the surprised looks of those workers and the noisy factory sounds.
However, there are "not many people" here. Being a garden world, the factories in the hive capital are surprisingly quiet. Of course, this is compared with his hometown.
John walked to the corner of the factory, took off his body armor, and placed it in the sewer of the hive. Then he took out a waterproof bag, which contained a beautiful men's gray dress and a mask similar to the owl on Terra.
He changed his clothes and continued forward from the side path, passed through the factory, crossed the path, and arrived here.
A simple little house, he knocked on the door four times.
"With the blessing of the God Emperor, we chose this place. The comet slipped and we were dejected."
After the clicking mechanical sound, the door opened, and there was a dark corridor. Not far after going down, there was a huge door, purple, what was inside? There is alcohol, hallucinogens, food, women, hormones, perfume, and the richest people on the planet wearing masks.
And they actually paid extra attention to the arrival of Owl Man John. Of course, some people paid more attention to the pole dancer, which makes people wonder why this dance can be spread to the dark 40 thousand years. Is it because of Slaanesh?
The horse-faced man came. "Birdman, you came very early today."
John answered. "There are so few people today. Something happened. BoJack, answer me. Something happened to the world, didn't it?"
Ma Nan took a sip of the drink. It was not cheap amset, but a mixture of hallucinogens and a large amount of industrial materials.
"Your Majesty, God Emperor, do you need a boat ticket? If, I mean if, your family is willing to take me in and work for you, I will consider selling you."
John frowned, of course, unable to see clearly behind his mask. "Ticket?"
The man called BoJack covered his mask as if it were his mouth. "You don't know? Aren't you here to discuss business for the family?"
"Didn't the Astra Militarum inform you?"
John didn't hesitate. Although it was a lie, he answered it well. "No, my job is confidential, but I did get wind of it."
BoJack nodded. "Okay, I will say it if you are me, by the way, when can I receive the kind of guaranteed profit fund you mentioned?
What's it called? Believe it or not? Xintuo? Oh, trust! ”
John didn't answer and just continued to ask. "Tell me."
BoJack curled his lips and looked at the group of meatball-like nobles here. "You lied to us, didn't you? He also said, give me 30% of the profit and I will keep it a secret."
John suddenly pressed against BoJack, and Bojack felt a cold feeling in his stomach. It was a small beam pistol. It was definitely not something from the Astra Militarum, more like something used by gangsters.
"Shut up and tell me."
BoJack said slowly. "Your Majesty the God Emperor, I am very reluctant to leave this place, but we have to leave..."
He roughly stated the Astra Militarum notice, and John's face became paler and paler, and then he thought of something and suddenly became passionate, but it changed countless times and finally turned into just one sentence.
"You, find me a few guys who are familiar with the hive city, I will be of great use."
"If it works out, you will see a miracle." (End of Chapter)