"Boss Musk, Boss Musk, I'm Rozim."
In a not-so-spacious room, several lighting balls emit white light. There are huge displays and blackboards hanging on the walls, with a large series of numbers written on them, as well as various dynamic data changes, and a golden plaque among them. , with the name "Financial Office No. 13 of the Expeditionary Force" engraved on it. There were pieces of paper scattered everywhere on the ground. Karen and Chuanquillo were tapping on the console at the two meditators, and Isvin kept reading from the fax. A new report came out of the phone.
The mysterious little brother Tashinla wearing sunglasses crossed his legs and used a pencil to write and draw on the white paper. However, the things he drew were basically incomprehensible to the people present, such as a lame blacksmith using a hammer in front of the stove. Knocking on a strange polygon, there is also a bird that looks like a phoenix cuddling a girl in a huge nest woven with vines. Recently, he has been painting strange scenes of a wolf and a crow confronting each other in the air.
Behind the huge desk, Rozim, who was wearing a bottoming white shirt, a gray formal jacket, and a tie, and black-rimmed glasses, had more than a dozen communicators in front of him. He was holding a red one, with subsequent There was a somewhat muffled voice.
"Boss Rozim, Boss Rozim, where is the expeditionary force?"
"The expeditionary force is here, the expeditionary force is inside, don't panic, don't panic."
"The situation is not very good now."
"It's not a big problem. Save Sagan first, and then Endymion. Don't worry!"
"Oh, we have to wait, we have to wait until someday."
"about there!"
"Can both sides be saved? Can both sides be saved?"
"Save Sagan first. Save Sagan first. Then there will be no problem with Endymion! Three thousand points can be defended!"
"Oh, I'm a little worried, a little worried."
"Boss Musk, listen to me, that's right!"
Rozim said, glancing at the green Pikelen and the Hrudian Chuanquero who were quarreling over a button and squeezing each other's necks, and the one who was holding a pile of data sheets and frowning, but suddenly Loken turned it upside down with a look of realization on his face.
"We have the best traders and data analysts here, and they will definitely-"
boom--!
At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and Dogo Kejie, panting and with some scratches on his forehead, rushed in, causing everyone to stop what they were doing, and Rozim also hung up the phone.
"Wow, what's going on, Duoge, you're like visiting a brothel and getting beaten up without paying."
"Stop talking, I was just fucked by a bunch of green-skinned beasts!"
As Doge spoke, he angrily walked to a huge cabinet and began to enter the password.
"Ah? What's going on?"
"Not only do those thieves in Great Sorian want to steal my ideas, but they also want me to shut up! Go with them! A business war is about to begin!"
"That's it. It turns out you went to them to argue. I thought you guys were all united."
At this time, Tasinla, who was leaning on the chair and writing, suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and said softly:
"As long as interests are involved, no matter how united a group is, there will inevitably be disputes. That circuit consciousness has not given them the so-called selfless quality."
"Huh? Brother, it seems like this is the first time you have commented on our words. What's going on -"
Doge interrupted the two of them impatiently. He was opening the heavy cabinet door.
"Stop talking, get ready for war!"
Rozim rubbed his hands.
"Business war! I know best, Iswin, bring me my market price data board!"
Before he finished speaking, a roar suddenly came from the window behind him. Rozim instinctively squatted down, and then the window shattered. A large number of bullets flew in from the outside, sending paper scraps flying everywhere in the office, and even hitting someone. He penetrated the wall and knocked down the golden plaque.
For a moment, everyone was forced to lie down or squat on the ground. Only the young man just found a safe corner to stand, but he already held the knife in his hand.
"Who the hell!?"
Rozim muttered angrily, stretched out his head and looked outside. On the road below the building, he could see some short men wearing protective gear pointing their guns at the place, and some had already entered the building.
"I'll go! What's going on? Are you so brave? Do aliens dare to cause trouble directly in the hive city!?"
"The Sheriff here has been bribed! Stop looking, hurry up!"
As Dogo pulled hard, a row of weapons was pulled out from the huge cabinet. He picked up a shotgun and threw it to Rozim.
After taking the gun, Rozim's eyes twitched.
"Are you guys just going to start a business war like this!?"
Just as small, unnoticed riots broke out in the main hive of Serenity 2, at the edge of the Endymion galaxy, there was an unmarked but very old cruiser. It quietly emerged from the subspace node at the edge of the maelstrom. When it approached the edge of the Endymion star cluster, another small ship quickly met it.
Soon, a transport launched from the boat entered the cruiser and brought a guest from the Red Pirates.
Veengar stood in a dark and spacious room. The floor under his feet was covered with carefully woven carpets. The ceiling disappeared in the darkness above his head. A soft veil covered the walls. The veil swayed and trembled in the breeze, and a thick scent of incense hit his nostrils, giving him an unpleasant tingling sensation in his nose, just like when he met those Chaos wizards.
He was once a sergeant of the Red Angels, one of the countless spawn of Sanguinius, but was expelled from the Chapter for insisting that the blood thirst that plagued them was actually the Touch of Chaos, and now has the batwing blood on his pauldrons. The drops have been replaced by the clenching claws of the Red Corsair, and gruesome trophies hang from the armor.
As a descendant of Sanguinius, his skin has a strange light red color. Although it is somewhat scarred, he has not lost his noble face due to mutation or battle damage. The helmet is tucked under his arm. The thunder hammer is hung on the back.
He was considered a newcomer among the Red Pirates, but with his talent for cruelty and cunning, he quickly established his own warband and became a powerful leader.
But for people like him, that's not enough.
Perhaps out of concern for him, Huron arranged for him to be in the Blackstone Fortress during this battle. As one of the many defenders, this was undoubtedly a blow to Veengar who was eager to fight and plunder.
He was very angry, but there was nothing he could do. After all, he did not have the strength to challenge Huron, not to mention Huron, not even those war lords.
So he could only stay at the rear until a former partner found him. He had almost forgotten that guy, but remembered that he was once a member of the Imperial Loyal Chapter, named——
Sarpedon
