Rozim brought the wanted poster over, then asked Hank Evans to hold it aside, then he put his face up to it and angled it.
"Look, are they exactly the same?"
The Dark Eldar officer tilted his head and frowned for a while, then turned to the soldiers beside him and said:
"It seems...a bit similar?"
The cross-eyed Dark Eldar soldier stuck out his head and looked at it for a while, then nodded.
"Long, long, sir, yes yes yes, a bit, like."
Seeing another ship coming from behind, the Dark Eldar officer was too lazy to continue pestering, so he waved his hand.
"Forget it, forget it, I don't have time to talk nonsense with you low-level creatures, hand over your things quickly and leave."
At this time, Loken, who was wearing a black robe, came up and handed over a box.
The officer opened the box and found test tubes containing many colorful liquids.
Then he took out one, handed the box to the person aside, then put his little finger into the test tube and dipped a little, then put it in his mouth.
After smacking his tongue, he spit on the ground and nodded.
"Ape, your technology is pretty good, and the quality is pretty good. If you have more goods, our conspiracy will also accept them. The price is fair."
With that said, he took out a card and handed it to Loken.
"When you get to Wusu City, find this address. There will be people there to welcome you, as many as you need."
After saying that, he waved his hand behind.
"Let it go."
As the node gate slowly opened, Loken drove the ship through the void, and then the huge, weird and twisted city appeared in the observation window.
At this time, Rozim held a camera, pointed the lens at himself, and walked to the observation window.
"Arrived at the hottest city in the galaxy, Comoros. Comoros is so beautiful."
As he spoke, he turned the camera to a very conspicuous projection of a figure on the spire of Comoros. He did not know that it was the overlord of Comoros, Victor.
"Oh, who cares? Let's take a look at the port in the distance, family."
"Boss, why are you taking this photo?"
"Those little bastards always don't believe what I say. This time I leave some evidence to save them from calling me bragging next time."
"Ah this..."
After shooting the video, Rozim took out the address translated by Dietrian, and because he had been to Comoros, Dietrian even planned a route for him.
"First dock at Zhihong Port, then walk along No. 3876 Street until you reach Moro Street in Wusu City...Okay! Go to Zhihong Port!"
As he said that, Rozim suddenly frowned.
"By the way, I don't know where Soshyan and the other three are. They should have arrived in Comoros earlier than us, right? We have to find a way to find him later..."
"Um?"
Soshyan suddenly turned around and glanced in the direction he came from.
"What's wrong?"
Talos noticed something unusual about him and asked, but because of their helmets, only the three of them could hear each other.
"It's nothing, I just have a strange feeling that something is following us."
Hearing Soshyan's words, Talos responded with a smile:
"It's normal for someone to follow you in a place like this."
In fact, when the three people arrived, the noisy and chattering crowd in the market immediately dispersed. Many people were looking for safety in the maze-like black alleys, while the stall owners huddled in their stalls or crowded in.
Under the tent, the team of Chaos Space Marines were watched with fear.
On this black market, Soshyan saw many things he had never heard of or seen before, from weird alien weapons, to unidentifiable alien cubs, or indescribable weird drugs. It seemed that everything was available, but he did not see any slaves.
, Kayon explained that there are only a few fixed places in Comoros where slaves can be bought and sold, and they are all under the protection of the Grand Cabal.
They are now in the black market closest to the port. It is relatively small, and cannot be compared with Wusu City, but its scale is quite astonishing, covering an area of more than 8,000 square meters, and there is an underground floor.
However, it is basically the territory of the Dark Eldar, and it is difficult for outsiders to get involved, or come out alive.
Space warriors are not common here, but everyone knows that these warriors are not easy to mess with. Even the Dark Eldar marauders wearing spiked chitin armor have to make way for these giants, but most of their eyes are
With hatred, his mouth also made the hissing sound of a poisonous snake.
But the mutants and the human pirates blessed by the subspace knelt on the ground silently and devoutly, praying in low voices to the God of Darkness.
In most cases, these people are just slaves of the Chaos Space Marines. Of course, there are also some who are more promising and will go out on their own, but even so, their fear of the gods' darlings has already penetrated deep into their bones, even in this city full of aliens.
For the nearby residents and the low-level Dark Eldar who gather here, hygiene does not seem to be a priority, so even the air filter in Soshyan's helmet is completely unable to filter out the stench of garbage along the street.
The sky above the road has been completely covered by circular highways and dense spiers, so it looks extremely dark. Those high-speed routes are used by Comorian high-level people for drag racing. Every time those vehicles that can break the speed of sound are drawn.
Over time, the air will tremble with sonic boom noise.
The further you go into the black market, the darker the environment becomes, just like at night, with all the street lights on.
Most people had their heads lowered, wore hats covering their heads, and looked dirty.
Soshyan glanced at both sides of the street and noticed that there were Dark Eldar thugs hanging out at the entrance of every alley. They all openly held various weapons and stared unkindly at anyone who came and went.
It was obvious that no place here was completely safe, and Soshyan felt at least a few dozen pairs of eyes staring at him, peering out of the empty windows and gleaming in the shadow of the open doorway.
However, Khayon's strategy is right. The Thousand Sons Warlock's reputation is well-known even in Commorragh, and almost no one dares to cause trouble for them.
The three of them just walked around minding their own business, not looking into the eyes of any living thing, and always remaining vigilant.
When we arrived at the black city center area, the streets had been encroached by various illegal buildings. There was a broken screen at the intersection of the roads, which was flashing light spots. Its lens array seemed to be malfunctioning, projecting blurry light in the darkness.
At this time, a thin figure stumbled up to the three of them without getting out of the way.
Soshiyang took a closer look and found that this was a Dark Eldar, wearing synthetic leather, his face seemed to have been burned by flames, and it was covered by long hair like withered grass. One eye was amber yellow, and the other eye was full of
Bloodshot, and he smelled the smell of addictive drugs on the other person's breath.
And that Eldar also carried an iron rod with rough iron wire welded on it.
If it weren't for his pointed ears, Soshyan would hardly be able to identify him with the armor-clad Dark Eldar.
At this time, he suddenly realized that the so-called Commorragh was not much different from any hive in the empire. For the bottom, no matter what race it was, it was no different from hell.
"I'm... thirsty."
The Dark Eldar spoke inarticulately, revealing a set of rusty metal teeth. Soshyan saw in his eyes not only the effects of addictive drugs, but also a deeper level of madness.