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Chapter 187 requires an autograph!
The moment the order was given, the entire Macurag military machine began to operate with astonishing efficiency.

Just minutes later, armored personnel carriers of the Altramar auxiliary forces roared in, and disciplined soldiers in blue armor surged into the Sirocco Starport like a tidal wave. Their high level of discipline and composure were evident; under the command of their officers, they executed textbook tactical maneuvers, quickly taking complete control of all entrances and key passages of the starport. Any "nobles" and "servants" harboring ulterior motives and attempting to rebel or escape in the chaos were ruthlessly suppressed on the spot; laser beams precisely burned through their skulls, swiftly nipping any signs of unrest in the bud with an iron fist.

The chaotic crowd trembled under the gunfire and the soldiers' shouts, and Cato Sicarius stepped forward. His booming voice, amplified by his power armor, resounded clearly throughout the Starport Hall: "Citizens and guests of Macragge, please remain calm! In the name of the Emperor and the Primarch, I, Ultramariner Sergeant Cato Sicarius, assure you that we have the situation under control."

"Starport has been infiltrated by vile Xenomorphs. For everyone's safety, we will be implementing a temporary state of emergency and rigorous screening. This is a necessary measure; innocent people need not worry about their lives being threatened. Please cooperate with the auxiliary forces' instructions; we will soon be able to root out the Xenomorph scum from among you!"

Under the iron-fisted control of the Altramar Auxiliary Forces and the personal reassurance of the Space Marine company commander, the previously agitated and panicked civilians began to miraculously stabilize. Fear remained, but order was being restored, paving the way for the subsequent investigations.

The screening process began swiftly and brutally. Hundreds of thousands of civilians were divided into hundreds of small square formations by the auxiliary troops and ordered to remain silent in place. Soldiers then led them, one by one, by family or team, from the square formations to makeshift screening areas. The screening standards were simple and brutal: all headwear was removed; if someone was bald, regardless of age or gender, they were immediately separated and controlled to await more precise genetic testing; and if their scalp had that eerie pale purple hue, they were executed on the spot without a word.

Meanwhile, the suicide squad brought by Nguyen Van Bo was not idle either. He sent out the entire elite squad, letting them blend into the auxiliary army's ranks. Sicarius, who had been standing beside Nguyen Van Bo, fulfilling his duty of protecting him, quickly noticed the unusual nature of these suicide squad members.

The Otlama auxiliary forces conducted their investigations one by one, taking people away in a predetermined order. While this method was reliable, it was relatively inefficient. Sicarius also understood that in this situation, it was absolutely unacceptable to publicly demand that "all bald men stand up." That would not only cause an immediate riot by the unknown number of alien spies, leading to bloodshed at the starport, but would also plunge innocent, unrelated bald civilians into extreme panic, destroying the stability that had just been barely maintained.

But the suicide bombers were completely different. They seemed to possess a kind of insight beyond human senses, always able to pinpoint specific individuals from the crowd with pinpoint accuracy. They didn't need to follow a set order; they simply moved through the crowd, pointing at someone with their finger or a weapon. And anyone they pointed to, once taken away and examined, was almost invariably a gene stealer. Their efficiency was unsettlingly high.

Sicarius couldn't help but whisper to Nguyen Van Bo beside him, "Governor Nguyen Van Bo, your guards... how did they manage to do that? If this method could be widely adopted, our censorship efficiency would increase tenfold!"

However, Nguyen Van Bo simply shook his head, indicating that he couldn't explain it either, as if it were an innate instinct of those facing death.

A thoughtful look flashed in Sicarius's eyes. As expected of a tactical master among the Ultramarines, he immediately came up with a compromise.

Not long after, heavy footsteps, accompanied by a slight tremor of the earth, echoed from the main passageway of the starport. Maneus Calgar personally led the Terminator Guard of the First Company of the Chapter, arriving at the scene like a moving steel bulwark.

When Karga arrived with the First Company, they witnessed a bizarre scene: those clad in black armor and wearing gas masks, ready to die, were scattered outside small squares of civilians. They didn't even need to speak; they simply raised their hands and pointed, and the next second, several Otlama auxiliary soldiers pounced into the crowd like hunting dogs, precisely dragging out the person they pointed to. The entire process was efficient, ruthless, and perfectly coordinated. At first glance, it seemed as if these mysterious black-clad soldiers were the auxiliary army's commanders.

When Ruan Wenbo saw Calga and the massive figures behind him clad in tactical fearless armor, his eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, "Wow, Terminators! That's awesome!"

Sicarius strode forward and gave Calgar a standard Eagle Salute: "Chapter Commander!"

Calgar's massive powered gauntlets swayed slightly as he asked succinctly, "How's the situation? Who's the enemy?" "The situation is initially under control. Alien spies are being efficiently identified, and soon Sirocco Port will be back to normal. After that, a full investigation of the entire Macragge will begin," Sicarius reported. "The enemy is clearly different from normal humans in appearance; they are hairless and have purple scalp. However, their combat strength is not superior; the auxiliary forces are capable of handling them."

Upon hearing this, Calga's tense expression relaxed slightly: "Very good, Sicarius, you have done a great job this time."

Sicarius shook his head honestly, his voice beneath his helmet devoid of any self-praise: "In fact, I did not discover any Xenomorph infiltration, Chapter Commander. It was Governor Nguyen Van Bo who truly discovered them."

“Oh?” Calga’s gaze shifted to Ruan Wenbo, who appeared exceptionally small next to the Terminator squad. “If that’s the case, the Ultramarines owe you, Peditians, a favor. Otherwise, I can’t even imagine what would happen if these aliens launched a riot and destroyed Sirocco Port while we were engaged in a fierce battle with the Tyranids.”

Ruan Wenbo said, "I was just doing my job. Favors and such can be settled later. The important thing now is to fight the aliens."

“You’re right,” Calga said, clearly pleased with his words. He nodded and turned his gaze back to the peculiar interrogation scene. “But I have a question: why are the ones going to their deaths making the identifications, while the auxiliary troops are responsible for making arrests?”

“It’s not random, Chapter Master,” Sicarius answered immediately. “The ones going to their deaths know clearly who are spies and who are innocent civilians.”

“Is that so…” Calga carefully observed those who had been identified, discovering that even with his superhuman senses, he could only detect the abnormality after their headdresses or wigs were removed. Unlike Sicarius, he didn't press for the reason, but simply kept this astonishment in mind. He then nodded to Nguyen Van Bo and said, “Thank you again for your help, those who went to their deaths. I apologize, Governor Nguyen Van Bo, I was too busy with official duties to come in person, so I had Sicarius greet you.”

“I’m already very satisfied to have met Sicarius,” Ruan Wenbo said with a smile. “Not to mention that I can now meet the Chapter Master of Calgar and the legendary Terminator Guard. I think many people may never meet even one Space Marine in their entire lives.”

He changed the subject, a hint of expectation in his voice: "However, I have one more request..."

Almost instinctively, Calga said, "A personally signed copy of the Astartes Codex?"

“Uh, yes.” Ruan Wenbo nodded with a hint of surprise. “If you may, do you know a Ultra Warrior named Titus? I would like his autograph as well.”

"No need to say anything more about such a trivial matter!" Calga waved his massive power gauntlet, his tone tinged with a touch of magnanimity. At the same time, he was thinking to himself, "It seems the entire Peditian Death Squad, from top to bottom, really enjoys autographs."

(End of this chapter)