Falla lives in the Zhongcheng District on the surface of No. 14 Mining Area. It is a bleak and poor place. Dirty pollution covers every surface. Acid rain falls non-stop most of the time, and various pipes make noise all the time. .
The dim light crept along the streets, and every stone of the building seemed to be rotting.
"superior!"
Late at night, the voice coming from the street corner quickly received a response. The law enforcers' figures in black carapace walked out of the dark narrow alley. The shotgun in the front was leveled in the hand, aiming at the heavy iron lock of the rusty door. Fire.
Bang~!
The deafening gunfire echoed in the alley, punching a fist-sized hole in the metal.
The arbiter who stepped forward kicked the door open and rushed in, followed closely by the others.
Behind the door is a corridor littered with waste. A few dirty oil lamps provide vague illumination. A sitting man has his feet up on a simple wooden table, his eyes wide open, and his mouth filled with hallucinogenic tobacco. The pipe hung limply on his lips.
The arbitrator already knew through previous investigations that this was Falla's servant and the person who looked after the other party's home and courtyard - although it was basically useless.
Then, a second shotgun blast knocked the man backward, his blood splattered, and he fell against the wall.
All the law enforcers walked towards the corridor half-bent, walking quickly through the piles of twisted metal and broken stones.
"Smells like a damn septic tank."
A law enforcer muttered in a low voice. Everyone agreed, except the arbitrator who said nothing.
When he approached a closed door, he pointed suddenly, and two law enforcers behind him quickly positioned themselves on the left and right sides of the door.
The next second, one of them kicked the door open, and the two rushed in at the same time, shotguns raised in their hands.
The beam of light in the alley cut through the darkness that could not illuminate the eyes. Some rodents hurriedly escaped from the light, and the stench index was already off the charts.
The arbiter glanced around and found another empty alley, with another door in front, and an oil lamp above his head weakly emitting a cold light.
"Why would a Mechanicus priest want to live in a place like this?"
one lawman commented, adding colorful expletives.
"Obviously it is easier to contact his accomplices here."
The arbitrator replied sharply, then broke off the conversation.
"I've had enough of your whining."
The arrest team from the Ministry of Justice continued to move toward the door, and then heard some vague sounds. Was it shouting? It was also mixed with curses.
Taking a deep breath? The arbiter picked up his heavy boots and kicked hard. The chain of the door had been rusted for many years. With this step, the entire door suddenly fell inward.
"who!?"
This is a slightly empty square space with very few furniture. The only remaining sofas and chairs were burned, and a low table was filled with paper documents. There were beds and desks displayed on the wall. A temporary room was built in the east corner. kitchen.
A man at the far end of the room seemed not to notice the sudden intruder and continued to pour the liquid in the tin can onto the table.
Two other men were lifting the window from the wall. One of them had fear in his eyes and quickly jumped into the shadows outside the window.
One of them raised his pistol? His whole face was distorted with hostility.
"Go to hell!"
Gun flames spurted out from the end of the short-barreled weapon? The bullet did not hit any target. The arbiter calmly raised the gun in his hand and opened fire, exploding the opponent's head into a pool of blood.
"Catch him without a gun."
He gave instructions to others with his mouth? So the two law enforcers quickly approached the man.
By the time the other party noticed something strange behind him, it was already too late.
The next second? The thick arms wrapped around his neck to hold him firmly, and then the man was dragged across the room? His face fell to the ground hard, and his hands were fixed painfully behind his back.
The man tried in vain to resist, but the law enforcement officer pressed his knee on the back of the man's neck very professionally, forcing him to stick to the ground.
"I...I can't breathe!"
Although the man howled like this, it didn't help. The law enforcers still pressed him to the ground.
On the other side, the arbitrator ran across the room and picked up a soaked piece of paper from the grease-soaked table. When he saw what was written on it, the arbitrator couldn't help but curse - it was a detailed number 14
On the mining area road map, there are many hidden mining tunnels marked on it, and circles or crosses are drawn in many areas. I don’t know what they represent specifically.
"Quickly put out these damn fires! Otherwise this place may burn down at any time!"
After greeting and extinguishing the fire, the arbitrator walked to the prisoner who was suppressed on the ground and turned his face towards him with force. The man's face was deformed with pain.
"What are you planning here?"
He spoke softly, but the prisoner spat, his eyes burning with anger.
"What kind of sign is this? I've never seen it before."
The law enforcer who was holding the opponent down suddenly spoke. He stared at the prisoner's head-shaking movements. The dark brown overalls on the opponent's left shoulder were somewhat damaged, revealing a rough tattoo.
"This is……"
The arbiter tore open the man's heavy clothing and stared at the tattoo - it was a screaming crow with outstretched wings, its claws nailed to a skull.
"...Lord of Crows?"
"You fools like you don't know the taboo of my lord's name!"
"Still talking back? Where is Faya? Where did he escape?"
"have no idea!"
Seeing how stubborn this guy was, the law enforcer who suppressed him secretly used force again, causing the man to let out a painful groan.
"Don't worry, we have many ways to get you to talk and bring you back!"
"yes!"
After announcing the withdrawal of the team, the arbiter walked out of the door.
Suddenly, the fighting instinct developed over the years made him realize that something was watching him, so he immediately drew his pistol.
There was silence outside, except for the faint sound of rain and the sound of leaking pipes.
Then, the arbiter raised his gun and looked up at the roof. He noticed that the eyes were coming from above.
It was probably just a conjecture, but the moment he looked up, he vaguely saw a shadow passing through the exposed rafters.
The Arbitrator moved forward and pointed his gun at the shadows.
After noticing the hanging ladder on the side, the sturdy arbiter climbed to the roof in only three seconds, and immediately raised his gun and took aim.
boom!
A gunshot broke the silence of the night, and the bullet hit the tiles next to the arbitrator, causing him to almost fall to the ground.
He then fired three times back at the front, but at a bad angle.
The next second, two bullets were fired from the back of the chimney, and then the metal tile was hit and the flash appeared again, falling on the floor.
The moment the gunfire rang out, the sound of running footsteps came from the floor below, and the law enforcers also rushed out with guns raised, but the arbiter had already started chasing the man, but another round of bullets forced him to do it again.
Lie down and avoid.
He raised his gun and fired at the roof tiles, making several holes in the direction where the bullets had just come from.
Something hung on the roof, and there seemed to be chaos.
Law enforcement officers have already rushed up the stairs.
"This is the Ministry of Justice! Stop firing immediately! Put your hands up!"
The arbiter poured his will into it and let out a loud roar.
Suddenly, there was a louder crash, as if a large part of the entire roof had collapsed, and something seemed to have fallen into a nearby room.
The Arbitrator rushed forward, took aim with his gun, and was about to shout out the next order.
But there was no one there, only broken roofs and metal fragments scattered on the floor beneath a large hole, and a broken homemade submachine gun thrown among the rubble.
The arbiter jumped down and saw only some scattered blood on the ground, and it was not the normal scarlet red, but deep purple...