Warhammer: Empire Reboot

Losen currently has no fleet, and once orbital control is lost, the suicide soldiers on the ground will become sitting ducks.

His real target is Planet One.

Planet One is the heart of the entire galaxy.

Its governor commands the strongest military force in the galaxy.

Once the power structure of Planet One is destroyed, the agricultural world and the hive world will be like puppets with broken strings; the former will surrender, and the latter will already be in their hands.

A direct attack on Planet One from the Nest City world?

Planet One's orbital defense network is most heavily fortified in the direction of the Nest World, which is the known source of external threats.

Any aircraft approaching from that direction will be intercepted, scanned, and questioned.

But what about from the perspective of the agricultural world?

The swarm intelligence retrieved communication records monitored through the relay station.

Over the past seven days, two grain transport ships have departed from the agricultural world and are heading towards Planet One along a fixed route.

They were routinely cleared at the orbital checkpoint on Planet One, without a full scan, without armed escort, only a brief identity verification and cargo manifest check.

The grain transport ships are reliable.

That was a supply route established by the governor of Planet One himself.

Food is the lifeblood of his control over billions of people on Planet One.

What Lawson needs to do is simple.

They infiltrated the grain transport ships with assassins.

Once a suicide soldier sets foot on the surface of Planet One, a teleportation anchor point can be established.

However, we need an insider who can directly access the grain transport and dispatch system.

Jiaqi's reconnaissance team had pieced together a crucial piece of information during their seven days of infiltration:

Count Havilland is still alive.

The Havilland family owns vast amounts of land and labor contracts in the northern continent, making them one of the largest native noble families in the agricultural world.

The count himself was demoted to regional governor under the new order, losing his military power but retaining administrative control over the northern coastal processing zone.

Administrative jurisdiction, including the dispatch of personnel on grain transport ships.

An oval-shaped silver badge appeared in Lawson's hand.

Adèle made the right bet.

P.S.: Sorry for the late update, guys. No need to ask for votes anymore.

Chapter 113 Birds of a feather flock together

Lawson gave the reconnaissance team forty-eight hours to infiltrate the top district of Harvest City.

Harvest City is the capital of the agricultural world, located in the central part of the southern continent.

A floating town with a population of 600,000, where the Imperial Administration, the Warlord's Headquarters, and the residences of the local nobles are all located.

"Lock up the Haviland Estate."

The reconnaissance team spent twelve hours locking onto the target.

The Earl of Havilland’s estate is located in the third block of the western part of the Pinnacles district.

Two o'clock in the morning.

They knocked out the guards and easily infiltrated the area.

Jia Shisan pushed open the door and entered the bedroom.

A suicide squad member climbed in through the window and was glared at by Jia Shisan.

Two people were lying on the bed. On the left was a man of medium build and slightly overweight, with gray hair and a relaxed face in his sleep.

On the right is a young woman, around twenty years old, with her long hair spread out on the pillow.

There were four rings on the bedside table, neatly arranged on a small tray, next to a half-empty glass of liquid.

The crack in the window was letting in the cool night breeze.

The count was awakened by a cool breeze.

His right hand moved slightly under the blanket, extending two centimeters toward the bedside table, and then stopped.

Jia Shisan turned on the bedroom light.

The count noticed the four extra people in the room.

A giant clad in power armor stood in the bedroom doorway, his head almost touching the doorframe. Only two goggles on his visor reflected a dark red light under the lamp.

Three burly men stood on the right side and at the foot of the bed.

The first thing the count did was pull the blanket up to cover the shoulders of the young woman who was still fast asleep beside him.

Then he looked at Jia Shisan and calmly asked, "Did you all come here to see me, or have you come to the wrong place?"

Jia Shisan did not answer.

The count waited two seconds to make sure the other party didn't intend to speak.

He smirked slightly: "If I've gone to the wrong place, the wine cellar across the street is better than mine. Baron Petrev's seven-year-old Calida. Worth the trip."

The one of the three assassins who was standing at the foot of the bed took a step forward.

He took something out and placed it on the bedside table.

An oval silver badge with a pattern of seaweed and a sickle crossed on the front.

The count stared at the badge, his Adam's apple bobbing.

“Adela…” he whispered.

He pinned the badge to his chest.

She closed her eyes, tears welling up in the corners.

“My poor daughter… It’s been two years, I’ve missed her day and night… Is she alright? Is she eating well over there? She…”

Lawson's consciousness descended upon Jia Shisan.

Seeing the count getting more and more into his performance, he interrupted him directly: "You have thirty-seven children. Do you even remember how old Adèle is?"

"Uh... twenty-three?"

"wrong."

"Twenty-five?"

"wrong."

"Twenty-nine?"

"She's twenty-eight. She was seventeen when she married Cassius. She's twenty-eight this year."

Unable to keep up the act any longer, the count's expression underwent an extremely smooth transition.

The loving father's face was taken away in half a second, replaced by another face—a face with just the right amount of humility.

It was like a highly skilled actor changing into a costume backstage.

“Very well,” said the Earl. “You have come to me, surely there is something you need me to do.”

"Rest assured, since you have my daughter's keepsake, I will do what I can, and I will find a way to do what I cannot."

Lawson looked at the guy with a meaningful expression.

Lazarus von Havilland has four rings, three of which are family crests and one is a regional loyalty medal awarded by the governor of Planet One.

Two years ago, the governor of Planet One killed many nobles when he purged the native forces of the agricultural world.

Earl Havilland survived. Not only did he survive, but he also rose from earl to regional governor.

He was ostensibly demoted, but in reality, he controlled a larger area and wielded more power than before.

This old man is a chameleon.

He sides with whoever wins, and he's extremely efficient; from the moment he starts crying to the moment he stops, the whole process takes no more than ten seconds.

An empire needs heroes, but its daily operations rely on chameleons.

Lawson got straight to the point with Ace Thirteen.

"I need to arrange for thirty people to go to Planet One and infiltrate the supply ships."

The count asked only one question: "When?"

"The sooner the better."

The count counted on his fingers, then tapped his left palm three times with the middle and ring fingers of his right hand.

This was a subconscious calculation, indicating that he had a complete transportation schedule in his mind.

“The day after tomorrow,” he said. “A transport fleet will depart from Southern Starport the day after tomorrow, bound for Central Starport on Planet One. It will be transporting meat, specifically frozen poultry and livestock from farms. The Governor of Planet One receives a shipment every month.”

"Squeezing thirty people in is not a problem."

His gaze swept from the top of Jia Shisan's helmet to the soles of his boots. The two-and-a-half-meter-tall figure had shoulder armor so wide it almost filled a doorway, and a layer of faintly flowing silver coating covered the white terracotta steel armor.

The count's expression became subtle.

"However... your height is a bit conspicuous. The port inspection on Planet One isn't very strict, but a person who's two and a half meters tall..."

Lawson interrupted him.

"Someone will come to report to you tomorrow. Thirty people. Normal build, normal faces. You could grab a handful from your planet and throw them into a crowd, and you wouldn't stand out."

The Earl nodded: "That makes things easier. I'll arrange for someone to meet us at the South Port No. 3 cargo area tomorrow. Just have them give me the name of my steward, Anthony."

Lawson was satisfied.

He did one last thing.

He manipulated Jia Shisan to walk towards a display case in the corner of the bedroom.