The Emperor’s Angel of Death

#2315 - Dragon's Lair and Tiger's Den

Ten minutes ago—

“Boss, this place looks a bit high-end, I'm afraid we don't have enough money. →”

Sitting in the private room, as Rozeem swiped on the operation panel in his hand, looking at the elegant and graceful women, Isvin on the side seemed a little restless.

“I heard that in this place, people are having their hands and feet chopped off and thrown on the street every day because of debt. The worst is that even their organs are removed. Why don't we just go to a cheaper place.”

“We're already here.”

Rozeem's voice sounded indifferent.

“Aren't you ashamed to just go out like this? It's just money, easy to solve.”

Saying that, he put down the data panel, pointed to a beautiful woman on it who was wearing a thin veil, had long legs, skin like condensed fat, a black rose in her mouth, and rare purple peach blossom eyes.

“Hey, hey, this one, tsk tsk, isn't her figure very similar to Ms. Veronica? Although her legs are a bit worse, her breasts are much bigger.”

“She seems to be the Four-Handed Enchantress? This name looks a little strange, boss.”

“That's why I say you're an illiterate, this means her feet and hands are as flexible, understand?”

“Oh, oh, oh, so that's how it is, then her technique must be great.”

“Hehe, at least she definitely has a lot of positions.”

Saying that, the two of them let out a burst of lewd laughter, but Isvin changed the subject.

“But boss, she's so expensive, wow, this number is enough for a suite in the No. 4 Hive on Nayson.”

“It's okay, it's okay, see what you want.”

Just as Isvin and Locken squeezed in front of the operation panel to start choosing, Kren and Chuankuiro kept stuffing various desserts and food on the table under their helmets and masks. These two had suffered a lot to get to Terra, squatting in the container for days without eating or drinking, so now all they wanted to do was keep eating. Dogo was only interested in wine, pouring cup after cup into his stomach, as if he was a machine that could only be driven by alcohol.

But just as a few people were excitedly preparing to “order,” all the lights went out at the same time, and then Dogo also suddenly stood up.

“Gunshots!”

Everyone immediately took out their hidden weapons. Not carrying weapons in this kind of place was definitely asking for death.

“No, the atmosphere is not right, all the sounds have disappeared, and the chitinous stench is getting stronger and stronger—”

Dogo gripped his gun tightly, vigilantly watching the door. Rozeem on the side then asked:

“Hey Dogo (a nickname Dogo strongly requested), you keep saying chitinous stench, why can't we smell it? This is all perfume and alcohol.”

“Because this thing left a very deep impression on me. I thought it was perfume before, but now at this concentration, I'm afraid it's not.”

Locken also took out his portable integrated detector.

“The temperature in this place is starting to drop abnormally... Wait, scanning a biological infrasound wave, this is the sonic characteristic of Tyranid creatures!”

Rozeem's hair stood on end.

“Damn, Locken, don't scare me, this is Terra, and you're telling me there are bugs!?”

Isvin also stammered while speaking.

“Y-y-yeah, if there really were any, they should have been discovered long ago.”

Locken shook his head.

“You underestimate the concealment of genestealers. They disguise themselves as humans, and it's difficult to detect them with the naked eye or even simple instruments. It's very likely that this place is just a stronghold for them to collect money and reproduce.”

“Then what's going on with the gunshots outside?”

“Hard to say, maybe it's the Enforcers, or maybe the Inquisition finally discovered this stronghold.”

Upon hearing the word Inquisition, everyone became nervous. If they were caught by the Inquisition here, they would really be in trouble.

“Let's go!”

Rozeem made a decisive decision and prepared to take everyone away, but at this moment, there was a soft knock on the door.

Dong, dong, dong~

Instantly, everyone in the private room froze.

After three knocks, silence filled the air for a moment, and then—

Dong, dong, dong—

Three more knocks. Rozeem gave Isvin and Kren a look, and they immediately quietly picked up the chairs to hold up the locked door.

Then, Rozeem shouted at the top of his lungs.

“Who is it!”

“Ah, hello, boss.”

A delicate voice sounded outside the door.

“I'm here to inform you that there's been a slight problem with the power system just now. Please don't panic and just stay in the private room. The maintenance personnel will restore the power immediately.”

“Then didn't you hear the gunshots outside?”

“Ah, there were?”

The woman seemed a little surprised.

“Maybe some drunkards are making trouble. Don't worry, our club has top-notch security.”

“You xxxxing xxxx, how could drunkards happen to shoot when you have a power outage? You xxxxing xxxx, just say what happened, is it that hard? What the xxxx do you mean? Are you arguing with me? Do you like it? Screw your xxxxx——”

Rozeem unleashed a barrage of curses. There was no sound outside. Isvin quickly tugged at his sleeve.

“Boss, being so arrogant isn't good, right? We're in their nest now.”

“You know nothing! You have to be fierce so they don't dare to mess around.”

Soon, another voice sounded, it was the manager from before.

“Oh, Boss Ro, I'm sorry, please calm down. Please open the door first. We have prepared an emergency private room with electricity, and you can pick any girl you want tonight.”

At this time, Rozeem also heard some sounds, screams, and subtle footsteps.

So he made a gesture, and everyone immediately prepared, and Locken even installed a small explosive device on the wall.

“You xxxxing butt-seller! Don't think I don't know what you're up to! I'll only open the door if you send your mother under my crotch, or you can come in yourself!”

As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple pierced through the wall, rippling through the air, followed by a violent impact.

In a breath, the entire private room was torn from the second floor and tumbled down to the first floor.

“Mistress, this vulgar barbarian is not worth your personal attention.”

The manager who greeted Rozeem earlier smiled obsequiously at a tall figure.

She had a perfect figure, wearing a mysterious sleeveless high-slit purple robe, and a veil on her face. The black sleeves and shiny suspender stockings made her exude a seductive aura. It was the Four-Handed Enchantress that Rozeem was very optimistic about before, but the fact that she didn't have a single hair showed her true identity—

A Genestealer Magus, and a nearly pure-blooded Fourth Generation.

Around her, hundreds of Genestealer Neophytes holding guns occupied the high places of the club. Except for their slightly purple skin, plate-like protrusions on their foreheads, and bald heads, they looked almost indistinguishable from normal humans.

And in the darker places, beasts with three or four arms were running.

The hall had become a slaughterhouse. The people who were there before had been slaughtered, and the constantly rushing thugs were also immediately killed.

Gunshots, screams, and the sound of flesh being torn apart made people feel like they were in hell.