"....I'm telling you fish-headed monsters, I'm the toughest in the whole group. The boys all say I'm a tough guy, and the girls call me Brother Granite."
In a small bar in Wusu City, several figures are crowded around a round table. The lights are so dim that it is difficult to see anyone's face clearly. The most conspicuous light is on a small stage in the center of the bar. A dark Eldar woman with heavy makeup, or maybe a man, is wearing a sexy black leather jacket and kicking her long and thin legs, occasionally spinning on an erected steel pipe to the weird music of the Eldar.
There are actually quite a few customers in the bar, most of them are strange alien beings, and a few are local residents with haggard faces. Occasionally, high-pitched shouts can be heard from the shadows, accompanied by the sound of bottles breaking.
However, everyone spoke different languages and didn't care if they were arguing or doing something else. The bartender in black uniform always stood indifferently behind the counter and kept wiping the almost reflective countertop.
"Why hasn't Ratashin come back yet?"
A tall voice in the corner gurgled for a while, then picked up the cup and drank the rest.
At this time, a thin figure walked into the bar and then came to the table. It was Ratashin wearing sunglasses.
He threw a wad of paper directly onto the table.
"His letter."
Qiming, who was wearing a tattered cloak, quickly opened the ball of paper. When he saw the words on it, he immediately started talking excitedly with the two companions beside him.
After they chatted for a long time, they excitedly said to Lataxin:
"Thank you very much for your help. It's great to know that Lord Ammon is still safe!"
At this time Rozim suddenly said:
"Rataxin, since you can do this, why don't you just rescue the person directly?"
Lataxin shook his head.
"I can pull him away by myself, but it's not necessarily the case with one more person."
At this moment, there was a sudden hissing sound in the bar, and then all the lights went out the next moment.
The crowd suddenly became chaotic, with all kinds of noises, screams and roars, and even gunfire.
"what's the situation!"
Rozim also stood up and pulled out the pistol on his waist, but Lataxin suddenly held down his shoulders.
"Here they come."
"What?"
"The pursuers of the Haemonculi."
As soon as the words fell, more than a dozen figures poured in from the broken doors and windows. They were tall and burly, waving arms wrapped in segmented metal plates, and the sickle-like sharp blades at the end harvested all life in front of them without hesitation. .
Soon, dozens of unlucky ones fell to the ground twitching.
Rozim could see at a glance the strange thing they had seen in the Haemonculi lair.
"The real ghost is still here."
Rozim spat, feeling his stomach lurch.
"Don't get separated, everyone, let's go through the back door."
After calming down, Rozim knew that if he walked through the front door, he would definitely be blocked by the other party. Usually, this kind of bar has a back door for the waiters, so it should be much safer to walk from there.
Soon, a team of several people began to walk towards the other side of the bar. At this time, the customers who were stunned by the sudden attack were not willing to give in. After all, people who come to Comoros are not soft-footed, and they immediately used everything they had on hand. Weapons and means were used to fight back, and for a while the entire bar turned into a dark and chaotic battlefield, with explosions and gunfire becoming the only sources of light.
"Oh shit!"
However, the retreat was not so smooth. Those strange shapes were obviously coming towards a few people, some were quietly crawling on the ceiling, and then suddenly jumped down.
Rozim, who was startled by the sudden appearance of the enemy, instinctively swung his arm and smashed his armored elbow into the head covered with a metal helmet.
When the opponent fell to the ground, Rozim jumped up. Before the thing could stand up, he was kicked again in the blink of an eye. The force was so strong that the entire head was slammed into the floor.
At this time, Lataxin suddenly discovered something. He suddenly drew his knife and cut the bartender in half who was hiding in the dark and trying to shoot.
Lataxin then kicked the body away, picked up the poison crystal gun on the ground and threw it to a Tau.
"You have to take care of yourselves."
As he spoke, he suddenly grabbed a bottle and smashed the head of the waiter who was hiding behind the counter.
"What happened?"
Yin Siwen, who was frightened by Lataxin's sudden violence, asked tremblingly.
Ratashin took out the weapon from behind the counter and threw it to everyone, and replied calmly:
"We were betrayed. It was these guys who tipped off the Haemonculi."
The Tau people who obtained the weapons also showed their good military literacy. They quickly became familiar with this alien weapon and began to provide alternate shooting cover.
After kicking open the door for employees, the team left the chaotic front hall and entered the work area of the bar.
The team ran down the corridor without any trouble at first, but as they passed the kitchen door, it suddenly opened.
A pair of mutants with three arms stood up from behind the bunker and rushed towards Rozim. One of them shook a muscular tentacle, and the end of the other's chitin limb had a constantly biting pincer. claw.
These two looked much taller than the monsters that attacked the bar, and their equipment was better. Their heads were protected by sealed helmets with jagged edges.
"kill!"
They screamed, their words slurred, as if their lips were not meant for speech.
Before Rozim had time to fire, a slender figure jumped past him and rushed towards the two mutated monsters.
Rataxin whirled among the mutated monsters, as if dancing a wild dance - slashing, stabbing, then attacking, and then leaping away, always one step faster than those clumsy monsters. , or that the two monsters looked clumsy in his hands.
However, this was just the beginning. More monsters poured out from the ceiling and corridors. It was obvious that the attack had been planned in advance. The Haemonculi had been lying in wait for a while, perhaps waiting for Rataxin to appear before taking action.
Those creatures zigzagged between the walls of the machine, their twisted and hunched bodies running like insects. Chitin formed spurs at the joints of their joints, and the part of their face that should have been the chin was covered in thorns. A mass of needle-like tentacles were replaced at the ends, and as the creatures moved, the tentacles swung like whips.
"Fuck them!"
Rozim roared and started shooting wildly. At the same time, Karen also took out the big gun in his backpack. It was a rotating machine gun, but when the trigger was pulled, it shot plasma.
Along with the dull low roar, wisps of green smoke continued to rise from the barrel, and the monsters were immediately torn into pieces.
But there are just too many of them.
