As the main city of Planet Sagan III, Quinn's Hive is also the core of planetary trade. Many people from other regions, hives, and even aliens gather here, creating a prosperous scene that hides evil and evil.
The people behind this scene are the Renteria family.
However, during this period, the bustling hive city was unexpectedly desolate. On the one hand, it was due to the trade ban imposed by the Imperial Expeditionary Force High Command, on the other hand, it was the law enforcement war launched by the Ministry of Justice against the genestealer sect in the lower hive, and
A curfew was enacted subsequently.
The only reaction of the upper nest where the Renteria family is located is to close all the entry and exit channels and send heavy troops to guard them. They have no idea of communicating with the legal affairs post. Just like what they did in the past, they choose to defy and fight against the legal affairs.
authority of the ministry.
But being indifferent does not mean that they really ignored the actions of the Ministry of Justice. In fact, the Renteria family released many spies after a large number of law enforcement teams from the Ministry of Justice entered the hive city. Because they got the news and came to the hive city.
It’s not just the legal department——
And Space Marines.
However, these Space Marines never showed up, which made the senior officials of the Renteria family very uneasy and desperately wanted to know where these Angels of Death were.
Shaquille is the top spy and killer raised by the Renteria family.
He was born in the Death Cult, but he did not recognize the fanatical teachings of the Death Cult. He only lived for himself, so he was bribed by the Renteria family with a lot of money and performed many dirty tasks for them, including but not
Limited to assassinations, kidnappings, stealing secrets and even undercover competitors.
Now, under repeated urging from his employer, he must immediately find traces of the missing Space Marines.
Most spies thought that the Space Marines should be in the hive, but Shaquille keenly felt that the opponent was probably not in that area, because the people in the hive were so discerning that it was difficult to conceal their whereabouts.
Just yesterday, he investigated the entry and exit records of the planet's orbit in various ways, and unexpectedly discovered that there was a transport ship marked as a small chamber of commerce, which landed in the hive capital half an hour earlier than the Ministry of Justice, and was a small one in the middle nest close to the upper nest.
Airport.
Shaquille suspected there was something wrong with the transport ship and set off to the airport to investigate.
Logically speaking, there is no need for Space Marines to do this, but if it is really them, it means that they are preparing to carry out some secret mission, and the goal of this mission is very likely——
Right on the nest!
When Shaquille slipped out of the filthy rental house where he was hiding near the airport, it was already curfew time, and the sour smell from the nearby chemical plant hit his nostrils, making him shiver.
It is very dangerous to walk on the streets at this time. The temporarily hired vigilantes from the Ministry of Justice cannot be reasoned with or bribed. They will arrest anyone who wanders on the streets at night. The slightest resistance will also lead to a beating with a shock stick.
.
Smart Shaquille doesn't take risks on the streets, preferring to take advantage of rooftops.
The buildings in a crowded hive are so close together that crossing an entire block in this way has no difficulty, but where the gaps are wider, strength and agility are required.
Shaquille's appearance is not straight, but his body is very flexible. His short legs are like coiled springs, and his slender arms are strong and powerful. When these are not enough, his waist is wrapped with a piece of steel that is as durable as steel.
A thin rope with a clawed grabber and a launcher attached to the end.
Using it, the spy can fly along the widest avenue without being discovered.
Taking a deep breath, Shaquille stretched out his ape-like arms and pulled himself to the roof of the apartment, his boots digging into the mist-shrouded tiles.
He looked at the entire airport and all the ships parked at a glance.
Down below, three sheriff's deputies patrolled the streets, and Shaquille gave these idiots the finger.
Shaquille was a natural for his chosen profession, with simian arms ending in palms that could crush shells as if they had been hammered, and he had his first victim at age eight, a man three years older.
The mistake the 20-year-old boy made was to bully Shaquille for his ugly body.
Shaquille now regrets the killing and his motto is: A businessman should not rush into anything without profit.
Murder, he discovered, was a very profitable business, the only obstacle being the irregularity of the work.
The fisherman can rely on the tide, but the assassin must wait for the patron to decide to kill someone.
But this is enough for him to live better than most people. He eats natural food, drinks fine wine, and sleeps with the most expensive bitches. This is enough.
As Shaquille crawled across the roof, he also made a quick assessment of his surroundings.
Looking down at the entire airport, he found some staff holding flashlights, but they were only wary of intruders coming in from outside the door. They would not expect someone to sneak in through a window above.
Shaquille expected it would only take a few minutes to get in.
He activated the mechanical flying claw, swinging like a bat into the blind spot of the night watchman's vision, then turned over and landed, sneaking into the airport silently. He wanted to find the ship and confirm the "cargo" inside.
Even if he was really a Space Marine, he would still have the confidence to escape, because this was not the first time he had dealt with these giants. In fact, he had briefly served the Red Pirates, but after witnessing some crazy rituals, he realized that it was not
He quietly left the life he wanted.
But this short experience erased his blind fear of Space Marines. In fact, they are also human beings, and there are even stupid ones. Their senses may be more sensitive but sometimes they are careless.
It can even be killed.
Soon, the transport ship appeared in sight. It was parked quietly in a remote corner of the airport, with some debris piled up around it.
"That's it-"
Suddenly, the spy froze.
The instinct honed in his career of murder warned him that he was no longer alone, and all his senses began to tense up. He turned around and groped hard in the dark silence, looking for the least hint.
Then he pricked up his ears and looked for the sound of breathing nearby. Even a little movement was enough to make him feel relaxed. What he was most afraid of was something completely silent.
For example, the devil.
"what happened....."
The confused Shaquille turned around, only to see a shadowy figure standing between him and the transport ship.
The figure was quite huge, but its outline was too vague to tell whether it was humanoid or not.
But when the figure walked toward him, Shaquille's only concern was how to run.
As soon as he turned around and took steps, he felt a huge metal hand pinch his head, and then a deep voice with a smile sounded.
"It just so happens that we need a guide, so we will deliver it to our door."