Warhammer: In the Name of the Emperor

To be honest, whether it is a prosperous neighborhood at the top of the hive city, or a shabby garbage dump in the lower hive, whether it is a desolate world of death, or a barbaric world in a remote mountainous area, even if the cultures are different, the illusions are different, and even worship The Emperor's ways are all very different, but they all have one thing in common, something untouchable.

bar.

Vito pushed open the fence door of the local bar. The squeaky door looked like it had not been repaired for a long time. This location in every bar was damaged most frequently. Whenever night fell, the squeaky door had been gifted by the emperor. When the time comes to rest, all the farmers, workers and local soldiers of the Planetary Defense Force will open the door and walk in.

Every bar is extremely lively at night, and this is true in any world. The more deserted the place is and the less modern civilization it is, the more prosperous the bar is.

After all, this place is the only place within ten kilometers where you can enjoy life in the civilized world. Of course, in addition to entertainment and socializing, the bar also has a well-known function, the intelligence function.

Vito looked around the bar. There were very few people here. There were only bartenders cleaning glasses and a few farmers sitting here. This was not surprising. After all, the sun was still hanging overhead, waiting for the emperor's scorching sun to go down. , it will definitely become lively here.

Vito walked to the bar, and the bartender looked at him with suspicion. He obviously didn't like this foreigner at all, but Vito was used to it. Even though they were all subjects of the empire, the mutual exclusion between different empire worlds was not the same. The tail is too big to fall off.

"What do you want to drink?" the bartender asked politely. Vito smiled, took out a few imperial coins from his arms and put them on the table, "Just your local distillery bar. Also, I'm still looking for someone. "Who?" "Antonio."

The bartender's expression froze, but he still turned around and started searching on the wine rack. While searching, he muttered, "What are you looking for Antonio for?" "Business, if he is willing, I think I can bring it to him." certain benefits.”

Vito said, watching the bartender pouring wine into his glass, and at the same time hearing the sound of bullets being loaded behind him, Vito smiled bitterly and turned his head. Sure enough, several guys who looked like locals were standing there. Holding the gun, he pointed the black muzzle at his head.

Vito turned his head, and then saw the shotgun that the bartender was holding in his hand, which he pulled out from somewhere. Vito smiled and took a sip of wine.

"I don't know whether to praise you for your calmness or your stupidity for still drinking when your head might be blown open." A voice said and came out from behind the wine rack. He wiped the glass ball in his hand very naturally. Sitting at a certain wine table.

Vito smiled and took another wine glass from the bar, grabbed the distilled liquor from the bartender and came to the wine table, where he sat down opposite the man quite naturally.

Vito poured him a glass of wine, completely ignoring the several guns pointing at his head behind him, "Nice to meet you, Mr. Antonio."

The man named Ortonio looked at Vito, leaning back in his chair and staring at him with interest, "I heard that you took care of my men and beat them badly."

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot." Vito said, placing a money bag on the table, "You are carrying the protection money you collected, and now it returns to its original owner."

Antonio shook his eyebrows slightly, glanced at the money bag and then at Vito, who was smiling. He also sneered and waved his hand to signal his men to put down their guns, and they did put down those very unfriendly guns.

Antonio picked up the wine glass and took a sip of wine, "I am a man of his word." "Vito, Vito Constantine." "Mr. Constantine, I will return the money to the farmers. I only charge Collect what you have to do and do what you have to do.”

Vito smiled slightly and took a sip of wine. "Fortunately, I only do what I need to do, Mr. Antonio, and ask the questions that need to be asked." "So, you are here to ask questions. I am a helpful person. You Ask around on the street and they will tell you that Antonio is someone who is willing to help, if it’s a win-win situation.”

"Of course, I agree with this logic, so please listen to my question first." Vito said, shaking the wine glass, "Well, the wine you have here is not bad, much better than the junk in the hive world."

"Are you coming to the main planet? Mr. Constantine." "No, I'm from somewhere else, but that's not important. I want to know if you know the whereabouts of a shuttle that recently arrived on this planet and the whereabouts of its members. ”

"As you can see, Mr. Constantine, this is an agricultural world. There are countless transport ships and shuttles coming and going every day, including yours." "Having said that, I think the military shuttles are still very conspicuous. Right? Especially if its members are also members of the space station.”

Vito's smile was full of a sense of mystery, as mysterious as the Eldar. Antonio looked at the mysterious man in front of him. Maybe he was an agent of the Ministry of Justice? Or an employee of the Government House? Or even no, impossible.

Antonio picked up the distilled liquor and poured himself another glass. After Vito shook the glass, he also poured a glass for the "distinguished guest".

"So, I hope you can tell me something, Mr. Antonio." "Maybe I will, Mr. Constantine. You see, we don't trust outsiders very much, so I have to make sure you can be trusted first."

Antonio raised his head slightly and motioned for Vito to look around. Indeed, everyone around him looked at him suspiciously and subconsciously pressed weapons with their hands. Even the bar put shotguns on the table and wiped them. Wine glass, while looking at himself from time to time.

Vito shrugged slightly, as if he didn't care, "Then how do I gain your trust? I hope it won't be complicated." "We are not the holy sticks of the state religion, nor are we barbarians from some remote world, so, Yes, it’s not complicated.”

"You see, Mr. Constantine, this planet is not as peaceful as you see now. There are some locals, real locals, on the wasteland of this planet."

"Local native race? Hmm. I'm curious why the galaxy government didn't eliminate them. After all, you know the empire's policy towards aliens,"

Constantine also shrugged slightly, as if he didn't care, "That's true, but I think the gentlemen on the main star are probably very interested in leaving the top-floor mansion to deal with our affairs here. The local legal department also takes care of it. Can’t reach them.”

"Don't talk about us. There are many bad voices in the lower nests of the main star and even part of the middle nests, things worse than heretics, but our dear governor seems to ignore these problems."

Vito narrowed his eyes slightly, but soon smiled again, "Is there anything I can do to help?" "Of course, those alien bastards robbed a few of my transport trucks, and there was some scarlet pigment on the transport trucks. We are going to sell it to the main star." "Highly effective hallucinogen, I heard it is very popular in the low nest and the middle nest." "I don't know what you are talking about, Mr. Constantine."

Vito chuckled, his tone full of sarcasm, "Of course, of course."

The more Antonio looked at Vito, the more he suspected something, but he still chose to ignore it, at least for the time being. Antonio leaned back in the chair and tapped the laser gun on his waist with his finger.

"I need you to kill those bastards and bring my goods back. After that, I will believe that you are trustworthy and you can get the information you want."

Vito smiled, then stood up and raised his glass, "Deal, Mr. Antonio." Antonio also stood up and clinked his glass with him, "Deal."

The two drank the wine in one gulp, and then Vito patted his trouser legs and turned towards the door, "See you later, Mr. Antonio."

Antonio watched Vito frown, then sat down and looked at the wine glass and thought about something, but then he sighed and poured himself a glass of wine, choosing to drink down the bad and extremely dangerous idea.