As the main city of the Sagan-3 planet, Kunyin Cundu is also the core of planet trade. Many people from other regions and Cundu, and even aliens gather here to form a prosperous scene of filth and dirt. Behind this scene is the Lentria family.
However, during this period, the prosperous nests were unexpectedly depressed. On the one hand, it was due to the trade ban at the Supreme Command of the Imperial Expeditionary Force, on the other hand, it was a law enforcement war against the gene stealer sect of the Lower Nest initiated by the Ministry of Justice, and the subsequent curfew.
The only reaction of the upper nest where the Lentria family was to close all the access channels and send heavy troops to guard it. They had no idea of ​​communicating with the legal post. They just chose to despise and fight against the authority of the Ministry of Legal as they did in the past.
But not listening to it does not mean that they really ignore the actions of the Ministry of Justice. In fact, the Lentria family spread out many secret spies after a large number of law enforcement teams of the Ministry of Justice entered Chaodu. Because they received the news, it was not only the Ministry of Justice who came to Chaodu.
And Space Marines.
However, these Space Marines never showed up, which made the senior executives of the Lentria family very uneasy and tried their best to know where these death angels were.
Shaquill is the top spy and killer raised by the Lentria family.
He was born into a self-public worship sect, but he did not agree with the fanatical teachings of the worship sect. He lived for himself, so he was won over by the Lentria family with a lot of money and performed many dirty tasks for them, including but not limited to assassination, kidnapping, stealing of secrets and even undercover competitors.
Now, under the repeated urging of his employer, he must immediately find the trace of the disappearing Space Marine.
Most spies think that the Space Marine should be in the lower nest, but Shaquill keenly feels that the other party is probably not in that area, because there are many people in the lower nest, and it is difficult to conceal their whereabouts.
Just yesterday, he investigated the incoming and exit records of planetary orbits from multiple parties and accidentally found that a small chamber of commerce transport ship was marked as a small chamber of commerce. It landed in the nest half an hour earlier than the Ministry of Justice, and it was a small airport near the upper nest in the middle nest.
Shaquill suspected that the transport ship had problems and set out to the airport to investigate.
It is logical that Space Marines don't need to do this, but if it is them, it means they are going to perform some secret mission, and the goal of this mission is likely to be-
Just up the nest!
When Shaquille sneaked out of his dirty rental house at the airport, it was already curfew time, and the sour smell of nearby chemical plants snorted, making him shudder.
It is dangerous to walk around the street at this moment. The sheriffs temporarily hired by the Ministry of Justice cannot reason or buy them. They will arrest anyone who wanders in the streets at night, and a slight resistance will also attract a beaten baton.
The clever Shaquille doesn't take risks on the streets, he prefers to take advantage of the roof.
The buildings in the crowded nests are very close to each other, so there is no difficulty in crossing the entire block in this way. Where the gaps are wider, you need to rely on strength and agility.
Shaquille was not upright on the outside, but his body was very flexible. His short legs were like coiled springs, his slender arms were strong and powerful. In these areas, he was wrapped around his waist with a string as durable as steel, and a clawed grab at the end and a launcher.
Using it, spies can rush on the widest boulevard without being discovered.
Taking a deep breath, Shaquille stretched out his ape-like arm and pulled himself to the roof of the apartment, and his boots penetrated into the misty tiles.
He looked at the entire airport and glanced at all the ships parked in his eyes.
Below, three sheriffs were patrolling the streets, and Shaquill raised his middle finger at the idiots.
Shaquill was born with the profession he chose, and the palms at the end of his ape-like arms could pinch the shells as if they were hit by a hammer. He had his first victim at the age of eight, a boy three years older than him, and his mistake was to bully Shaquill's ugly body.
Shaquille now regrets the murder, and his motto is: A businessman should not start rashly without profit.
He found that murder was a very profitable industry, and the only obstacle was the irregularity of work.
The fisherman can rely on the tide, but the assassin must wait for the idea that the patron decides to kill someone.
But this is enough to make him live better than most people, eating natural food, drinking craft wine, and sleeping with the most expensive bitch, which is enough.
As Shaquille crawled on the roof, he also made a quick assessment of his surroundings.
Looking down at the entire airport, he found some staff members holding flashlights, but they were only wary of the intruders coming in from outside the door, and they would not have expected a person to sneak in through a window above.
Shaquille predicts it will take only a few minutes to get in.
He activated the mechanical flying claws, swept to the visual dead corner of the night watchman in a bat-like posture, then turned over and landed, sneaking into the airport quietly. He wanted to find the ship and confirm the "cargo" inside.
Even if he was really a Space Marine, he was confident to escape because it was not the first time he had dealt with these giants. In fact, he had served the Red Pirates for a brief period, but after witnessing some crazy rituals, he realized that it was not the life he wanted, so he quietly left.
But this short experience erased his blind fear of Space Marines. In fact, they are also humans, and even stupid people, and their senses may be more sensitive, but they are also careless.
It can even be killed.
Soon, the transport ship appeared in sight. It stopped quietly in a remote corner of the airport, with some debris piled up around it.
“That’s it—”
Suddenly, the spy was stunned.
The instincts tempered in his murder career warned him that he was no longer alone, and all his senses began to become nervous, and he suddenly turned around and groped hard in the dark silence, looking for the minimum hint.
Then he pricked up his ears and looked for nearby breathing. Even if there was a little movement, it would be enough to make him feel relaxed. What he feared the most was something that was completely unmoved.
For example, the devil.
"What's going on..."
Shocked and suspicious, Shaquill turned around, but saw a dark figure standing between him and the transport ship.
The figure was quite huge, but the outline was too blurry to tell whether it was a human form.
But when the figure walked towards him, Shaquille's only concern was how to run.
As soon as he turned around and took a step, he felt a huge metal palm pinching his head, and then a low voice with a smile rang out.
Chapter completed!