Having become accustomed to the attitude of these dignitaries not treating civilians as human beings, Bahram could only explain patiently:
"Everyone, what matters is the energy gap, not where it is used."
After saying that, Bahram looked at another Hearthborn.
"Do you have any cargo ships departing from Giovanni No. 9 in the near future?"
Giovanni 9 is an icy planet where the Furnace Ones discovered a highly concentrated solid crystal that can be used as a high-quality substitute for promethium.
The other party did not answer immediately, but glanced at his companion, and then said:
"There is one."
"How many are in the hold?"
"This is an important cargo to be delivered in the near future. If there is a breach of contract..."
Bahram said categorically:
"I'll pay the liquidated damages, but please borrow it temporarily to meet your urgent needs."
The two Hearthborn looked at each other again and finally replied:
"All right."
At this moment, the door was suddenly opened, and the heavy door let out a harsh protest.
Everyone turned their heads to see who was so bold, but then they shrank their necks. A group of people came wearing neat black uniforms and unique pointed three-cornered hats. Their feet made a clicking sound when they walked.
There were men with gloomy faces in boots. The leader of them carried a black sword-shaped wooden board on his shoulder, with "In the Name of Sheng Yan" written in red letters on it. The others carried long black knives and silver pistols.
As soon as this group of people appeared, the atmosphere at the entire scene suddenly dropped to freezing point, because their reputation in the archdiocese was almost as good as that of Tai Lun.
The original name of the agency they belong to is the Eleventh General Affairs Bureau of the Special Affairs Department of the Holy Yan Order, also known as the 11th Bureau. They were initially established to detect corruption and disloyal elements within the order, and have extremely high law enforcement powers.
, and in order to ensure their independence, when the Holy Mother is no longer in the scope of management, they will turn to be directly responsible to the highest-ranking Astartes, and Ustad, as the commander-in-chief assigned by Soshyan, will naturally also receive
The direct jurisdiction of the 11th Bureau.
In order to enhance the control and deterrence of the diocese, Ustad gave the 11th Bureau extremely high operational powers, even in parallel with the theater commanders, and also expanded their size. Except for the Space Marines, almost no one in the entire archdiocese was
They cannot execute.
Seeing the people from the 11th round rushing in, Bahram frowned, and Jacob on the side had already said loudly:
"What are you doing! Didn't you know this was a war zone meeting?"
The leader just bent down slightly.
"I'm sorry, Commander Bahram, but we received an urgent tip and we had to do this to prevent the prisoner from escaping."
"What kind of prisoner! Who gave you the right to arrest people here! Get out right now -"
Suddenly, Bahram held down Jacob's raised arm and looked outside the door. It was evening, and there seemed to be a towering figure standing under the dim street lights.
"Your Majesty, Lord of the Throne and Shengyan, this is an important military and political meeting. You can't just barge in like this!"
A man suddenly stood up and said sternly. He was a man with broad shoulders and a full beard even in the parliament. He was wearing a gorgeous military uniform, but he did not have any military temperament, and he was here because he
And his family is the largest trade in the galaxy
Shang, even though his scale is actually as small as a grain of sand outside, he is the only one who understands the transportation and trade rules of the galaxy. Due to the lack of people on hand, even though he knew that he had many problems, Bahram still pinched his nose.
Let the other party be responsible for the logistics and transportation.
“Let’s be wild here, be careful not to eat and walk around in circles!”
Facing the man's threat, the referee of the 11th round showed no expression on his face and just said lightly:
"Although it's rude, some things have to be done by people. In fact, I have enough evidence to prove that at least four of you are guilty."
When the executives dispersed and walked towards the conference room, everyone began to panic.
"No violence in the conference hall!"
The surrounding area suddenly fell into chaos. Some people stood up and made noises in the commotion. The guards also came in a hurry, but were blocked outside. The mechanical priests sat quietly, as if they didn't care what happened.
Jacob tried to take action several times, but was held down by Bahram. The opponent didn't even look at the situation on the field, but just looked out the door.
"No violence?"
the Adjudicator shouted above the din.
"Why didn't you think about it when you secretly used a transport ship that was supposed to be transferred to other war zones to carry out your personal smuggling operation so that you and your family could line your own pockets?"
"this..."
The man took a step back, but was already locked left and right by the enforcers.
"This...this is illegal!"
Another person said tremblingly, and when he saw the executor walking towards him, he fainted from fright.
"Is it legal? When you were reselling military supplies and trying to corrupt the members of the sect with wealth and beauty, why didn't you think about whether it was legal?"
At this time, another man stood up with a livid face. He was wearing the robe of an intermediate priest of the Holy Flame Order, and he pulled out a pistol as thick as a finger from his sleeve and pointed it at the judge's head.
But before he could pull the trigger, a strong wind blew from outside the door and instantly cut his throat. Even the last trace of expression remained on his head, and the arterial blood flew high as it spurted out.
The judge bowed and thanked the visitor.
"Thank you very much, Lord Robin."
Robin, who was wearing a black robe over his armor, didn't say anything, but gently shook the blood on the sword's edge to the ground.
The judge turned to look at the last person.
"You try to use power that does not belong to you to destroy the purity of the cult, and you also want to use dark and cruel conspiracies to retain your own power. It's time to pay the price for this."
The man stammered and trembled, and finally his knees softened and he knelt on the ground. When the executioner went to drag him up, he turned his head and said loudly:
"Commander Bahram, save me! Save me! I know I was wrong! All my sons are fighting on the front line! Our family has sacrificed more than a dozen people fighting against Tyranids! Give me another chance!"
Bahram's expression changed slightly, and he looked at Robin.
"Can you please be accommodating?"
Robin just replied coldly:
"Bahram, although you are quite talented in government affairs, don't forget that you are an Astartes. Don't give away your kindness easily. Look at how many maggots breed around you."
"What do you mean?"
Young Jacob immediately scolded, his eyes seemed to flash with lightning, and he slammed his fist on the conference table.
"Keep your baby teeth away, young man."
Robin didn't pay much attention to Jacob, maybe he was still a new recruit in his eyes.
At this time, people from the 11th Bureau had taken away all the living prisoners. The rest were either standing by the wall or sitting in their seats without saying a word. The smell of blood filled the air.