Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

Antonio poured himself a glass of wine. He was looking at several files of the Imperial Government Affairs Department in his hand. He took a sip of the wine, which he would not take out for guests to enjoy, but would only be enjoyed by himself.

Sanganrio is a very difficult to pronounce name and full of religious connotations, but I have to admit that this kind of wine is very delicious. It usually appears on the wine tables of imperial nobles and dignitaries. As a common people, you may not even have heard of it. passed, but Ortonio had a full bottle.

Oh, I don't want to worry about how he got it. I'm more curious about the information he has in his hands now.

Antonio looked through the information, and among them were many people with the surname Constantine. It must be said that although this surname is not common, but looking at the scale of the entire galaxy and the current size of human civilization, it can still be said that there are countless people. Prosperous like stars.

And Antonio is very sure that what is recorded in these files is just the tip of the iceberg. Although there are a few people named Vito among them, Antonio is sure that these people are not the current Vito Constantine.

Of course, it is also possible that he lied, a fake name, which is too normal, but Antonio can be sure that this Vito is definitely not an ordinary mercenary or traveler.

Why? It's very simple. The shuttle he parked in the hangar is definitely not affordable for ordinary people. Even if Antonio is not a professional, he can see at a glance how expensive the shuttle is. The old administrator of the hangar said, The shuttle was equipped with a warp acceleration engine, and although the beautiful shell didn't look very good, it was also a fine steel armor plate assembled for an Imperial Navy warship.

What's even more outrageous is that as a "private shuttle", since the ship is equipped with a Titan-level void shield generator, and even a destroyer equipped with a Geller stand engine and a subspace shuttle engine, it is properly used for constant use. For interstellar travel.

Not counting the plasma rays, death bolt cannons and automatic cannons, melt cutting guns, etc., all the above configurations have even exceeded the purchasing power of many nobles. This is definitely not something that an ordinary mercenary can possess.

Antonio threw the information file on the table and sighed, and there was a loud noise outside the door at the right time, which was the sound of a heavy-duty transport truck.

Antonio stood up, walked out of the inner room and nodded to the men in the bar. They all hid their weapons on their bodies and followed Antonio out of the bar lazily and casually.

And when they walked into the sunshine, everyone saw the huge freight truck parked at the door. The driver opened the door and sat in the driver's seat with a smile and calmness on his face. He looked like a man. Like a young man returning from picking up his car.

Antonio looked at the transport truck. There was not a drop of blood on it, no signs of damage, no blood stains, not even traces of dust, nothing, it was incredibly clean.

Vito jumped out of the car and patted the big guy behind him, "It's intact, brand new for business trips, but the chassis is a little broken."

Antonio looked at this mysterious man. He seemed to be simply going around in a circle, casually and lazily. Antonio nodded slightly to his men, who then bypassed Vito and came to the huge truck.

He skillfully opened the car, then stuck his head out to take a look, and then gave Antonio a positive answer.

"Nothing is wrong, don't worry, I don't like these dangerous things." Vito smiled and nodded politely to Antonio, who looked confused. He raised his hand and looked at his watch, "It won't take more than half a day. , Mr. Constantine, three hours to be precise, I think you had a fight with the Sandman? "

"Sand People? Ah, interesting name, they do look a lot like Tallarn people, but I'm pretty sure they aren't, and yes, I fought them."

Vito said, patting the bolter, "As you can see, I'm standing here intact now, so overall it was a pleasant trip."

Intact? No, there wasn't even a scratch on his body, his clothes weren't even messed up, the bolter was neatly inserted into the holster, and his expression didn't show any signs of fatigue after fighting a bunch of aliens.

If his car wasn't really here, Constantine would think that he had deceived himself, but it was indeed impossible for him to get a heavy-duty truck and fill it with scarlet pigment to deceive himself.

Vito walked up to Antonio and pointed to the big truck, "I played as my promise, Mr. Antonio, it's your turn." "Can I ask, how did you deal with the sandman?" Sandman? Interesting name, I've found that smashing the head usually works no matter what race or creature it is, so that's what you thought."

Vito playfully gestured with his fingers like a pistol, while Antonio frowned, "Mr. Constantine, I'm sure the sandmen are not rabbits and won't have their heads blown off one by one by you within an hour. "

Vito also smiled, and the smile was full of an unpleasant, or to be precise, dangerous meaning, "Maybe, Mr. Antonio, but I think the result is more important than the process, isn't it?"

Antonio looked at the man in front of him. He was still polite, but Antonio's instinct, developed from so many years of fighting on the battlefield, could always scream and tell himself that the man in front of him was very dangerous.

And he knew very well what would usually be the consequences of asking too much about secrets you shouldn't know.

Antonio nodded slightly, "The shuttle of the people you are looking for crashed in a wheat field a few days ago, and then they took a group of kind farmers' trucks to the star port and then to the main star."

"Do they have any characteristics?" "Yes, they are overly enthusiastic, more like a group of missionaries, but one of them is different from the others, he didn't say a word, and it's very disturbing."

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, his expression seemed to be full of interest. Vito turned and looked at the direction of the truck for a moment in silence, then turned his head back, "How disturbing, did the farmers say?" "The farmers don't know how to express it, but the original words are, like a terrible beast, a rude and violent beast."

Vito snorted for a long time, as if he was savoring something, his smile disappeared briefly for a moment, and then quietly appeared on his face, "Thank you, Anthony Mr. Ao, can you tell me where the shuttle is now? "

Antonio was silent for a moment, but finally spoke, "The Control Bureau of the Ministry of Justice, the ship is now detained for illegal forced landing, I don't think the arbitrator will hand over the shuttle to you."

"Ah, I believe I can convince them." Vito smiled strangely, "It's a pleasure to cooperate with you, Mr. Antonio, so goodbye."

Vito bowed slightly, then walked to the other side of the street, and patted the heavy-loaded truck meaningfully when he left. Antonio watched Vito walk away. He thought for a moment and still spoke, "Mr. Constantine."

Vito stopped and turned to look at Antonio. He walked over and handed a pendant to Vito, who naturally took it. It was a silver snake pendant, on which a venomous snake with fangs and claws was opening its bloody mouth.

"When you go to the main planet, go to the Half Good Bar in the Lower Nest and find a female bartender named Silver Snake. Give this to her and she will tell you the news you want to know."

Vito smiled and put the pendant in his arms, "Thank you very much, Mr. Antonio, I will remember your help."

Vito waved his hand and continued to walk away. Antonio looked at his back, was silent for a long time, then sighed, turned around and began to call his men to take the truck away.

And our Inquisitor walked into a corner. He looked at the Silver Snake pendant in his hand, and his expression showed a hint of fun.

"Ah, an interesting adventure." He said.