Chapter 1372 Fat Red Port
“Hey, the alien in Comoros is White.”
Getting off the rickety barge, Hank Evans picked He took off his black hat and sighed.
Zhihong Port is a large port controlled by the Venomous Tongue Cabal. In addition to having the functions of most ports, it also has one of the most special features -
It is one of the few ports in Comoros. One of the most romantic places open to foreigners.
Standing at a high berth in the port area, you can see at a glance that there are countless bars and hotels with red lights flashing under the high-rise interchange. People of all races meet here from all directions. They are drunk, exhausted and excited. Express emotions.
At the entrance of those entertainment venues, there are women with scantily clad clothes and heavy makeup. They are mainly Dark Eldar, but there are also other races. After all, this port is a public port, and people of all races can There may be.
Not only women, many men are also soliciting customers on the street or at intersections.
"Oh, this is all nonsense. It's boring. We have to get the money first and then go to some high-end places!"
Rozim expressed his opinion disdainfully. , then raised his hand.
"Let's go!"
"Boss, where are you going?"
"Go find someone to ask for directions!"
Although the boat driven by Rozim and the others is not very conspicuous ( Probably), but the lineup of their team is very weird, including a tall pirate leader with a red afro, a very wretched-looking follower, a Khorne berserker with a green face, and a man who stares intently The woman saw a dark mechanical cultist, a sneaky figure wearing a cloak that looked like an inhuman race, and a cold-faced guy wearing sunglasses.
It’s hard not to attract some special attention to such a combination, but their clothes don’t look like rich people, so most people just look at them.
Entering the real port area, Rozim found that it seemed not much different from the hive city. The always wet roads were particularly brightly illuminated by neon lights. The rumble of high-speed speedboats could be heard from time to time overhead, and occasionally there were sounds in the alleys. There was something like the sound of feet on wet asphalt.
All kinds of smoke and dust are scattered in the air, exuding the pungent smell of chemicals. The tall buildings are carved with reliefs and symbols of alien gods that Rozim cannot understand. Some billboards are shining with dazzling light. , the image composed of a single pixel kept flickering and changing. It was a beautiful Eldar woman smiling, but he didn't know that this was the Archon of the Venomous Tongue Cabal and the master of Fat Red Port, Mrs. Malus.
I have to say, this is at least as good as he expected.
Looking around, every face he saw was smiling. Everyone was wearing heavy makeup and they were all shining.
However, at the entrance of every entertainment venue, Dark Eldar warriors with weapons can also be seen, and they watch the crowds passing through vigilantly.
Rozim didn't know what time it was on Commorragh, but at least the clock on the ship showed it was midnight on Terra, still a few hours before dawn.
But it doesn’t matter anymore, this is the meaning of freedom - completely deciding everything by yourself, whether it is a stupid decision or a smart decision, in short, you can do whatever you want here.
At this time, two Dark Eldar rushed in front of them, grinning and looking drunk.
Then, one of them put his face in front of Lataxin, and everyone could smell the weird smell of alcohol on him.
“Hello, little ape.”
The Eldar was slurring his words and swaying.
"Want to play a painful game with me?"
This Eldar's hairstyle seems to have been carefully taken care of, but he still looks like a person with a chicken coop.
"Mom's."
Rozim curled his lips.
"Dare you come to make trouble here?"
As he said that, he raised his chin towards Karen.
"Kelen, give him the whole job!"
"Fuck me!"
Klen went up and hit the guy's abdomen with a big flying kick, a huge The force directly caused the spirit tribe's spine to bend ninety degrees from the middle, and flew forty meters away until it hit a pile of garbage heavily. Then, there was no movement.
His companion woke up instantly, screamed, turned around and ran away, only to be caught by Rozim.
“Where is Street 3876?”
Rozim glared at the other person fiercely, but the man just trembled with tears, so he immediately understood that the other person could not understand what he said.
So he turned to Lataxin.
Lataxin then murmured a bunch of snake language, and the Eldar immediately responded tremblingly. Finally, Lataxin reached out and took out a map from the opponent's pocket.
He took a look, and then said to Rozim:
“Go forward for more than a hundred meters on No. 3876 Street and turn right, but the place you want to go is not on the map. Mark, this person has never heard of that big hotel.”
“Impossible?”
Rozim took out the lottery ticket from his pocket and waved it in front of the other party. shake.
"Do you know him?"
The spirit tribe looked at it for a while, then shook his head and chattered a lot more.
“What’s going on?”
“He said this place existed before, but it closed down not long ago, or the name was changed, and it seems that the boss also changed.”
"Changed!? I don't believe it. I came all the way and you told me that it was changed! You have to admit it!"
As he spoke, Rozim raised his hand and punched the guy, knocking him unconscious and throwing him to the side of the road.
At the same time, Keren's previous kick has attracted the attention of many people. Obviously, his power is easily reminiscent of those terrifying and powerful followers of Khorne, and some people immediately canceled their crooked ideas.
This is also Rozim's strategy. He knows that in a place like this, it is useless to pretend to be cowardly, only to pretend to be ruthless!
The more ruthless you are, the less anyone dares to mess with you. This is the experience he has gained from spending many years in the hive city.
As a few people went deeper into the port area, the light began to dim, the light gradually turned dark red, the road under their feet became slippery, and even the melody of the music in their ears became low.
But suddenly, Lataxin stopped and turned his head.
This move made Rozim a little confused.
"What's wrong?"
"Something's wrong."
Only Lataxin noticed that a close-range melee was breaking out in a narrow alley not far away.
Ming'en's head was hit hard with a stick, and his body hit the wall directly. He almost fainted. His blue skin was immediately stained with blood, and Luo Shanfu beside him used the electric shock stick he snatched. The burst of electricity shot knocked down an enemy, and he was randomly stabbed by three daggers. He fell into a pool of blood, but luckily none of them hit his vitals.
"Damn it! Don't be so harsh, you idiot! We can't afford to offend the buyers of this batch of goods!"
Ming`qi turned his head and saw two Dark Eldar slaves The trafficker was tying a chain around the injured man's neck. Luo Jin, who was being beaten repeatedly with two electric shock batons, was still screaming on the ground.
He roared and swung the electric shock stick at the nearest slave trader, hitting the enemy hard and using the electric current on the stick to burn through the opponent's skin.
While the opponent was trembling, he pulled out the curved blade from the waist of Navasinda (the Tau's name for the Dark Eldar), cursed viciously, and swung the knife at the enemy.
I just realized it’s three million words long, and I thought I’d have to show off the strongest shooting race on the desktop (big boo)
(End of this chapter)