Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The box walls were crushed and deformed during the impact, but the assassins inside the White Tiger Armor remained intact thanks to the armor's shock absorption system and their own impact resistance far exceeding that of humans.

Swarm intelligence is online, connection confirmed.

A suicide soldier stands on the land of the agricultural world.

Establish long-distance teleportation anchor points.

Lawson can start deploying more troops.

This is the complete landing simulation.

After the landing plan was finalized, one question remained unresolved.

In its repeated simulations, the swarm intelligence team highlighted a yellow risk item: the precise timing and angle of the landing cocoon's release depend on the specific distribution of the agricultural world's orbital defense network, identifying which areas have dense sensor coverage (hot zones) and which have sparse coverage or blind spots (cold zones). The landing cocoon must land in a cold zone; otherwise, 20 meteorites entering the atmosphere simultaneously could trigger an abnormal alarm in the orbital defense system.

But Lawson did not have detailed intelligence on the agricultural world's orbital defense network.

Vespera's intelligence only covered the main planet's military overview, remaining vague about the occupation forces' deployment in the agricultural world. The Ministry of Justice's database contained the agricultural world's defense configuration from two years ago, but two years later, the main planet had militarized it, rendering the old data of limited value.

This is the weakest link in the plan.

Lawson is considering whether to send a patrol ship on a reconnaissance mission first, but the risk is extremely high, because the reconnaissance ship must start its engine to fly near the agricultural world, which is tantamount to being exposed.

Just then, the second-in-command at the door reported a non-military message.

Governor Cassius de Florian requested an audience for the third time.

Lawson has refused twice in the past 48 hours.

The governor, who was as fat as a ball, was not included on Vespera's list during the purge, not because he was innocent, but because he was not a Chaos believer.

As Vespera said, the Tzeentch wizard had tried to corrupt him in a dream, only to find that the man's soul was completely impervious to the temptations of the warp.

Such people are of no value to chaos.

But it's still useful for Lawson for now.

Until Valhalla is unlocked, it's better to keep this useless guy in his position than to leave it vacant.

Once Valhalla is unlocked, and experienced political assassins like Aoyama and Diego emerge, we can take over.

During the purge a few days earlier, Cassius immediately surrendered all the wealth in his private vault, approximately 430 tons of precious metals and gems.

Lawson had no interest in wealth itself, but these precious metals could be melted down and used as industrial raw materials.

He requested an audience for the third time. The governor had been waiting in the corridor of the governor's mansion for six hours and refused to leave.

Lawson considered for two seconds.

"Let him in."

Governor Cassius jogged into the command center, panting.

A woman was following behind him.

The Governor's wife, Adèle de Florian.

The two people look quite different.

Cassius was short, very short. He was only 1.58 meters tall. But his width almost rivaled his height. His round belly stretched his coat to the point of bursting, and his triple chin piled up at the collar, creating a rich layered effect. He was bald, but the remaining ring of gray hair around his bald spot was carefully oiled and combed to one side. His small eyes gleamed with shrewdness through the gaps in his fat.

Adele was tall, very tall. At least 1.78 meters. Next to her husband, she looked like a slender clock tower standing next to a pumpkin. Her long, dark hair was pulled back, her face was delicate but aloof, and she wore a simple off-white dress. The moment she entered the command center, she scanned every detail of the room.

Cassius's legs went weak the moment he saw Lawson.

But his merchant instincts overcame his fear, and he strode forward, attempting a standard imperial nobleman's bow. However, his belly was too large to bend over. He finally managed a nod of about 15 degrees, then, panting, said:

"Your Excellency... Ah... Lord Astartes... Ah... Thank you for taking the time out of your busy schedule... Ah... to receive this humble Cassius..."

Lawson turned slightly to look at the couple with their strikingly different body sizes.

"Tell me your story."

Cassius's small eyes flickered. His gaze involuntarily drifted to the holographic star map behind Lawson, where three planets slowly rotated in the light of a dark red star.

Then his eyes changed.

His small eyes darted rapidly across the star map.

“My lord…” he suddenly stopped breathing. “Are you researching routes to the agricultural world?”

Lawson did not answer, nor did he turn off the holographic projection.

Cassius licked his dry lips.

“My lord, I have served as governor of this planet for nineteen years. In those nineteen years, there has only been one thing that I have been most concerned about: trade. Trade with the agricultural world. Grain imports, industrial exports. I know by heart the price of every ton of grain, the cost of every shipping route, and the tariffs at every transit point.”

He pointed to the holographic star map.

"Two years ago, that madman Krauser conquered the agricultural world. Food trade was disrupted, and you think I gave up?"

A cunning smile, completely unexpected by Lawson, curled at the corner of his mouth.

"In the first month after the food trade was disrupted, I started looking for solutions. Not military solutions, since I don't know how to fight. They were commercial solutions."

He gestured with his fingers on the star map.

"I secretly purchased 60 unmanned cargo probes using funds from the Ministry of Justice. Each probe is only the size of a washing machine, equipped with a miniature plasma thruster and a set of passive sensors. I launched them from the far side of the planet, just as you're thinking, using the planet's obscuring effect to avoid the host star's oracles."

Lawson's pupils contracted slightly.

"Sixty probes flew towards the Agricultural World on silent trajectories. They didn't use their engines mid-flight, relying solely on inertia to glide. Upon reaching the Agricultural World's orbit, the passive sensors on the probes activated. They didn't transmit any signals, only receive them. They drifted around the Agricultural World's orbit like a pile of space debris, recording all the electromagnetic signals they could receive. Then…"

He spread his hands.

"Of the 60 probes, 54 were cleared as space debris by Krauser's orbital defense system. But 6 successfully completed their orbital scans and transmitted the data back to our planet using directional narrow beams after their flyby."

He pulled a palm-sized data tablet from the inside pocket of his coat.

"I spent three months analyzing the data brought back by the six probes, and it's all on this data panel,"

He placed the data panel on the holographic projection table.

"A complete layout diagram of the current orbital defense network in the agricultural world. It includes the precise coordinates and monitoring sectors of eight orbital defense platforms, the coverage area of ​​ground-based air defense radar, and three sensor blind spots."

The command center was so quiet that the faint sound of living metal flowing across the surface of the Lawson armor could be heard.

Cassius's chubby fingers made a few gestures on the holographic projection.

The information in the data panel was overlaid with the star map, and dense markings appeared on the outline of the agricultural world. The red sensor coverage area resembled an almost seamless net, covering more than 95% of the planet's orbital space.

But there were three narrow gaps, marked in blue, through which the net passed.

"Blind Spot Number One".

Cassius pointed to a region in the Northern Hemisphere: “It is formed by the gap between the third and fifth orbital platforms. The coverage is about 400 kilometers wide, and the duration… depends on the orbital period of the platforms, appearing approximately every 7 hours, each lasting about 22 minutes. It is located above the northern granary region. That is the largest wheat field area in the agricultural world, with open terrain and no major cities within thousands of kilometers.”

He then pointed to two other places.

"Blind spots two and three are smaller and shorter in duration, but they also have similar value."

Swarm intelligence completed the cross-validation of the data in 0.8 seconds, comparing Cassius's probe data with the agricultural world defense configuration from two years ago in the Department of Justice database.

Of the eight orbital platforms surveyed two years ago, six matched the probe data, while the other two were newly built. The basic framework of the defense system remained unchanged; Krauser's occupying forces modified existing structures rather than demolishing and rebuilding them.

Data reliability: approximately 85%. Considering that the probe data is from two years ago, the platform orbit may have undergone minor adjustments during these two years, but the basic position of the blind zone will not have changed fundamentally.

Lawson stared at the three blue slits.

Then he looked at Cassius.

This useless governor, whose soul had been chewed like rubber for three days due to greed and who held no interest whatsoever in the chaotic Great Demon City, revealed his irreplaceable value at this moment:

A businessman's instincts.

When soldiers see the blocked flight path, their first thought is how to break through it.

When businessmen saw the blocked shipping routes, they thought about where there might be a gap to exploit.

In this dark corner where the Emperor's light couldn't reach, Krauser's Iron Curtain was breached by a fat man who only thought about "how to restore the grain trade so he could continue to make money."

PS: Guys, I'll update 13,000 words first, then another 18,000 words at 6 PM tonight (I dare not promise too early, I'm afraid I won't be able to write it, hehe). Still asking for votes!

Chapter 111 The Governor and His Wife's Bet

“You’ve done something useful,” Lawson said.

Cassius's lips trembled slightly.

His small eyes blinked a few times, and his hands clenched and unclenched on his knees.

"Thank you, sir... thank you for your kind words."

Lawson no longer looked at him.

"go out."

Cassius stood up and bowed.

Adela stopped when she reached the door.

"grown ups."

"Please allow me to take a minute of your time."

Adela stepped forward and took something out of her left sleeve.

An oval silver badge, slightly larger than an adult's thumbnail, with its edges polished smooth.

The front is engraved with a seaweed and a sickle crossed, while the back has a line of very small text.

Adela placed the badge on the table.

“My father was Earl Haveland of the agricultural world.”

Adela said, "I am his eleventh daughter. I lost all contact with my family after the flights were suspended two years ago."

Lawson quickly deconstructed the information in his mind.

In the marriage system of the imperial nobility, the eldest daughter was the core asset, while the second daughter was a backup. By the time the eleventh daughter was chosen, her political value was roughly equivalent to that of a business card.

The marriage of the fat governor to Obolus was itself a "scratching scraps for scraps" business.

Adela said, "If the adults get there, please take a look."