Warhammer 40k: Melee Warriors

His enthusiasm waned, and Fu Xue gave Gu Jian a cold glance. However, he had witnessed Gu Jian's impressive killing skills before, so he wouldn't be too offensive in his attitude.

"So, stranger, what kind of deal do you want to make with us?"

"I want a vehicle to get to the upper nest, and a guide to help me find my way in the central passage."

Fu Xue's lips twitched. Gu Jian's words were so matter-of-fact that for a moment he thought this brat was hired by another gang to cause trouble.

Do you really understand the role of a flying vehicle in the bottom nest?

This is an area abandoned by the Empire; there are no factories here. All the technology and equipment have been painstakingly repaired and reassembled by the Dihnes themselves from the junk they dredged up over the centuries. Any gang avoids damaging these precious vehicles during battles, and even offers high salaries to those who can repair and drive them.

Radiation's lips twitched, and he tried his best to suppress his anger as he explained, "Vehicles for the bottom nest are very expensive, and I know there's a war going on at the upper nest. If they're destroyed on the way..."

Gu Jian could tell that Fu Xue was only saying all this because he doubted whether he could afford the price. He was indeed penniless, and the most valuable thing in the whole team was Mi Yang's laser pistol that had run out of power.

Without saying a word, he slammed the bloodstained axe onto the table under Fu Xue's wary gaze.

"You're threatening me?" Fu Xue's gaze turned cold. Although he was wary of Gu Jian, he wasn't really afraid of him.

This is the ruined city of Dichao, where everyone lives with their lives hanging by a thread, and no one is afraid of death.

Koji certainly didn't want to use force to make Fuxue compromise; he didn't want to fight these deeply entrenched local tyrants alone.

He was still unsure where these people had hidden their vehicles, nor who was the guide who understood the structure of the central passage.

He only wanted to sell his strength in order to gain the help of the Bloodline.

Gu Jian didn't put his hand on the axe handle. Instead, he leaned back comfortably on the sofa in front of the gang members who had drawn their knives and guns, and said, "You've seen my strength. As a gang leader, I don't believe you don't have conflicts of interest with other gangs, nor do I believe there aren't any people in this ruined city you want to eliminate. I can help you out. You'll gain more territory, and I'll get a beat-up vehicle and a guide."

Fu Xue rubbed the bottom of his breathing mask with his fingers, squinted his eyes and considered Gu Jian's suggestion. He did have a few enemies to deal with, but their strength was not much different from his. If he provoked a gang war, it would only result in mutual destruction and let others reap the benefits.

Seeing Fukuro's expression, Komi knew he had something in mind, so he reached into his robes...

"What are you doing!" Komi's actions aroused Fuku's tension. In an instant, he pulled out a shotgun from under the table and aimed it at Komi, his finger slightly on the trigger. Even if Komi blew his head off, his nerves would still transmit the last contraction signal to the muscles in his fingers.

Gu Jian glanced at the nervous Fu Xue, then slowed down his movements, trying his best to let the gang members see what he was about to take out.

A bloodstained gold family crest was thrown on the table. Fu Xue was stunned for a moment, then, as if he had seen a plague god, he knocked the crest down and stepped on it.

Satisfied with Fu Xue's panic, Komi spoke calmly and slowly, "I've killed the Hunter of the Golden Silk Family and a group of madmen loyal to them. I don't think there's anything in this ruined city that's more powerful than them, right?"

Fu Xue swallowed hard, his gaze falling on the emblem hidden at his feet. The mottled bloodstains made his heart pound.

This man is insane! He even dares to hunt down a top noble hunter!

Fu Xue didn't have much doubt about Gu Jian's words, mainly because as a gang leader, he had seen countless people of all kinds.

When it comes to recognizing faces and guessing people's intentions, Fu Xue is far superior to Mi Yang, that stubborn guy!

Fu Xue's voice trembled slightly, and his arrogant posture, ingrained from being the leader, became much more subdued. He moved his buttocks forward a bit, letting half of his buttocks sit on the sofa, his hands supporting his chin, appearing somewhat pleading.

To an outsider, Koken at this moment would appear to be the undisputed leader of this place.

Fu Xue's voice trembled slightly as he recounted the incident a few days ago when all the gangs loyal to the Jin Si family came out in full force. Their territory was deserted, but because they were the lackeys of the Jin Si family, no one dared to run wild on their land.

Komi tilted his head, revealing a sinister smile that appeared extremely bloodthirsty in Fu Xue's eyes. "That's right, I know that. They're not coming back, they'll never come back."

The voice sounded very deep when it reached Fu Xue's ears. Fu Xue felt his breathing becoming more and more difficult. Under the light, Gu Jian's still relatively clear face was actually covered with a large area of ​​deep shadow.

Fu Xue couldn't see Komi's eyes, only a pair of lips moving slowly.

Countless cold sweats were about to burst from his pores. Fu Xue hurriedly stood up and said sincerely to Komi, "We can indeed make a deal that benefits both of us. You help us kill some enemies, and we will give you the best vehicles and guides, how about that?"

"That would be perfect." Koji raised his face and smiled at Fukuro, and in an instant all the fear and pressure that had been weighing on Fukuro's heart dissipated.

He stared blankly as Komi's figure disappeared, then suddenly realized something and hurriedly patted the head of the person next to him, shouting, "Quickly, invite him back! Tell him I want to give him a good welcome."

Is this the kind of hospitality I understand?

*Slap!* Another slap landed, and Fu Xue shouted angrily, "You brain-damaged idiot! I meant to treat you like a distinguished guest!"

Chapter 45: Destroying the Berserker Servant

The hospitality of the Super Radiation Gang was nothing special. For Lankao, who came from a top-tier noble family, the pure water sealed in jars and the bread slices without any moldy smell were not even as good as dog food.

Gu Jian, Mi Yang, and Shi Tou were not picky eaters. They grabbed their food without any manners or elegance and washed it down with water. They hadn't eaten normal food for several days in this damned place called Bottom Nest.

The accommodations provided by the Super Radiation Gang were just large blocks made of several thick metal plates welded together, simply furnished, with cleanliness as their only advantage.

dong dong dong.

There was a knock on the door, and Komi looked up and greeted her, "Come in."

The door opened, and Fu Xue walked in with a friendly smile on his face, holding a sturdy chain in his hand. At the end of the chain was a thin, young child.

After swallowing the bread, Komi wiped the crumbs from his mouth and pointed a sharp knife at the child who was bound by chains.

The child remained motionless, like a statue.

Fu Xue explained, "These are the guides. They have lived in the central passage for generations and can even determine their location by the sound of knocking on the pipes."

"Oh, so this counts as a deposit? You're quite particular about business." Koji grinned, admiring Fukuro's sensible nature.

Fu Xue handed the chains and a jar of antidote to the deadly poison to Gu Jian, then laid a piece of paper with a strange texture on the table.

Komi saw this kind of paper on his way to the Blood Arena; it was said to be made from the skin of mutants.

Fu Xue gestured on the leather map, explaining the enemy's deployment to Gu Jian.

The Waste Gas Gang occupies a spot in the ruined city that constantly emits smoke. No one knows what the smoke is made of, nor what ancient and terrifying device is connected to the overly sturdy and complex pipes.

For the current inhabitants of the abandoned city, the only purpose of this smoke is to be used to make a special drug that can strongly hallucinate and temporarily enhance human nerve perception.

"These drugs are very popular in gangs. If we can easily wipe out the Waste Gas Gang, even if you blow up the vehicle, I can still recover my losses." Fu Xue chuckled, his fierce face revealing a businessman's shrewdness.

Komi nodded, pointing to the area that Fukuro had just described, and asked, "So your biggest problem is these machine servants?"

"Yes, these servants are defective products rejected by the upper echelons, who luckily escaped the fate of being recycled. The Waste Gas Gang further modified these servants and filled their bodies with extracted waste gas."

"Are they like mindless berserkers? Once they activate their powers, they kill anyone they see?"

That's what I mean.

"So all I need to do is help you clean these up..."

"We can easily deal with the remaining enemies ourselves."

“Okay.” Koken didn’t waste any more words and gripped the axe handle under Fu Xue’s excited gaze. “I’ll deal with these things. I hope you can prepare a vehicle in time. I don’t have much time.”

"Good, good." Fu Xue's lips curled up. Gu Jian's decisive style suited his taste. If they could find a way to keep Gu Jian in the gang, they would definitely be able to grow bigger and stronger, but that was just wishful thinking.

Gang wars are never planned. These back alleys, filled with garbage and the smell of blood, are teeming with spies and traitors. If there's anything big going on, it's impossible to keep it a secret.

Radiation did not gather all his brothers, but only led his closest subordinates to march aggressively towards the Waste Gas Gang's territory.

The members of the Super Radiation Gang were covered in radioactive paint, while the members of the Waste Gas Gang wore simple gas masks that covered their faces.

Those of higher status were entitled to carry canisters of waste gas and continuously infuse it into their lungs through pipes.

The lower-ranking members could only hold a piece of stale gas the size of a soda can, and after the initial rush wore off, they would bring their faces close to it and take a deep breath.

Gu Jian didn't care how the madmen of the bottom nest overdraw their lives. He felt the reliable sturdiness of the axe handle and looked towards the territory of the Abandoned Gang, locking onto the berserker minions one by one.

Drones are tools modified from humans; they are composed of mindless flesh and blood and mechanical brutality, and are often associated with the word "creepy".

Although, according to the setting, most of the servants are clones or criminals modified from incubators, the human empire is so vast that it is common for some innocent people to be modified into servants.

These machine servants, whose origins are now unknown, stood silently among the gang members who inhaled the exhaust fumes, getting high and selling the fumes to other addicts. The claws installed on their bodies opened and closed meaninglessly because their brains, which had been partially severed and had previously retained logical code, were now exposed.

Their eyes were lifeless, their withered mouths, on the verge of decay, were tightly closed, and many extra cables spun like needles through their remaining muscles.

The Berserkers weren't wearing breathing apparatus connected to the waste gas tanks. The gangsters pried open the metal plates on the servants' chests and directly inserted two new waste gas tanks into their lungs.

Thick smoke billowed from the gaps in the rough structure of the machine tools, these mindless instruments, loosened by illusions, suffered endless pain in their bodies and souls.

Several gunshots rang out, and the young man selling the waste gas canisters died on the spot. The drug addicts became more sober after the death and fled quickly with the waste gas canisters they had bought.

"They're idiots from the Super Radiation Gang! Let's teach them a lesson!"

"Kill them all! Use their blood to flavor the exhaust fumes!"

Two groups of pathetic lunatics collided, and their fight was anything but graceful. Both sides were giving it their all, using the most ruthless and effective methods to send the other to hell.

Looking over, Gu Jian only saw the chaos of orcs and fart spirits fighting among these gang members.

Miyan provided stable and efficient fire support for the scum of the Super Radiation Gang; her shooting skills were impeccable.

The Super Radiation Gang came prepared, and the Waste Gas Gang suffered heavy casualties, so the unstable Berserker Servants were activated.

These zombie-like living tools rushed toward the fighting crowd with fast, stiff steps. At first, they knew to avoid the members of the Waste Gas Gang.

Over time, as blood clouded their clouded eyes and intestines were crushed bit by bit by the turning of their gears, this faint sense of friend or foe disappeared completely, leaving only the pure killing instinct echoing in their minds.

Without needing any prompting from Fu Xue, Koken joined the melee, hacking down two scumbags from the Waste Gas Gang who were blocking his way and charging toward a Berserker Servant.

This heavy and terrifying thing was covered in welded armor, but how could such defense possibly withstand the sharp axe of the ancients?

Komi easily dodged the Berserker Servant's attack, then swung his axe at the Servant's waist, tearing it in two.

Chapter 46: Returning to That High Wall

The Berserker Servant still had the strength to fight. His upper body crawled toward Komi with the claws digging at it. Komi then chopped the Servant's neck with an axe, separating his head from his body, finally putting an end to this human soul that had been deprived of thought.

One by one, the Berserker Servants were eliminated by Komi. Seeing Komi's ferocity, the scum of the Super Radiation Gang were greatly encouraged. They charged towards the scum of the Waste Gas Gang, shouting wildly and hacking them to death.

All the Berserker servants stopped under Komi's axe. He forcefully slapped the blood off his axe onto the ground, then trotted back to Radiation Blood to demand his reward.

Fu Xue remained silent for a long time. He now had a new understanding of Gu Jian's strength. Those modified Berserker Servants were not comparable to the lousy fish and shrimps participating in the Blood Arena.

Just breaking through their armor was a difficult task.

Fu Xue stared intently at the ordinary-looking axe in Gu Jian's hand, wondering if it might be some kind of ancient divine artifact.

All his greed vanished as the smell of blood filled his nostrils. He looked at Komi with a hint of ingratiation and said, "I've already prepared your vehicle."

After seeing Komi and his group off, Fu Xue suddenly shuddered as if waking from a dream. He slapped himself and muttered, "You just stepped into hell with one foot already!"

Komi saw the excellent vehicle that Fukuro had mentioned in a shed that resembled a garage.

Rust seeped from the weld seams as several members of the Superradiation Gang performed a final activation ceremony for the vehicle.

They respectfully took the steering wheel and then praised the vehicle's mechanical spirit with a song that was not recognized by the Cult of Mechanics and was entirely made up by themselves.

Clang! *Pitter-patter-patter-patter...*