Warhammer: Empire Reboot

The cabinet has glass doors and displays the count's private collection, including several old firearms, a decorative shield inlaid with jewels, several miniature paintings, and a gold statue about thirty centimeters tall.

The statue depicts a figure wearing ancient-style armor, similar in style to that of the Great Expeditions of the Empire.

Jia Shisan opened the glass cabinet door, picked up the statue, and twirled it in his hand.

Then the statue disappeared.

The count didn't dare ask.

They simply raised the threat level of these people by three levels from "guests who need to cooperate" to "By the Emperor, they are not from the Blood Raven Legion, are they?"

Lawson's consciousness withdrew from A3.

Jia Shisan and the three assassins did not leave the manor.

They were assigned to guest rooms on the first floor of the main building.

Until the operation on Planet One is completed, the Earl and his family will be under close surveillance 24 hours a day.

Swarm intelligence implanted a bypass subprogram into the security system of the Earl's Manor.

Before being sent, the signals from all communication devices within the hive are copied and transmitted back to the swarm network.

If the Earl attempts to send a warning to anyone, swarm intelligence will intercept the signal before it reaches the recipient.

Chameleons are useful tools, but even useful tools need to be locked up.

After the four left.

The count sat on the edge of the bed and thought for about ten seconds.

He thought of many things in those ten seconds.

They had Adela's keepsakes and knew that Adela was seventeen when she married Cassius. They were going to Planet One, and they were from Planet Three.

Two years ago, Governor Durant Kyle of Planet One used his fleet superiority to cut off transportation throughout the entire galaxy.

He was able to arrive on this planet without making a sound, and even sneak into his bedroom without alerting anyone.

This is definitely not something his cheap son-in-law could have done.

It is estimated that some changes have occurred on Planet Three during this period that he is unaware of.

Now, these people need to use thirty people to stir up that hornet's nest.

Normally, the count would classify such behavior as madness.

But now, he has a feeling that the wind is about to change.

The count turned his head and glanced at the concubine beside him.

She was still asleep; the sleep aid drink worked very well.

The count had a habit of giving this to those around him before bed, but he never drank it himself.

The count sighed. What if she had overheard something?

He reached out and cupped his concubine's face in his hands.

The movements were very gentle; her fingers slid from her cheekbone to her jawline. She tilted her head slightly in her sleep, and her lips uttered a muffled syllable.

The count adjusted the position of his hand.

Place the heel of your left hand against your chin, and the fingers of your right hand on the back of your head.

The sound of a cervical vertebra breaking was crisp in the quiet bedroom, like a dry twig snapping.

The concubine's body twitched slightly before relaxing.

The sleep aid kept her nervous system in a state of deep inhibition even at the moment of the break, so she did not feel any pain.

The count looked at her face; she was young, with long eyelashes, and the corners of her mouth still had that slight upturned smile from sleep.

He pulled the blanket up and covered her face.

"Look how wasteful this is. We've only been married for less than three months, and we haven't had enough time to get to know each other yet."

Then he pressed the call button by the bedside.

Thirty seconds later, the door was opened from the outside.

The butler, Anthony, stood at the door.

“Anthony,” the count said, “make the arrangements. Tell everyone that the lady has suffered a sudden heart attack and the funeral will be held tomorrow.”

"I need to add thirty people to the transport team the day after tomorrow. Under the guise of cargo hold workers. Make the arrangements."

"Starting today, we will deliver three meals a day to the doorsteps of the guests in the guest rooms. We will use the best of everything."

Anthony nodded, then left the bedroom and silently closed the door.

The count lay down again.

The other half of the bed was still warm.

Agricultural World Southern Star Port, two days later, South Port No. 3 Cargo Area.

Three medium-sized cargo barges are moored on the loading and unloading platform.

The barges' hulls were painted in the standard agricultural world paint scheme, with a dark green base and the ship's number and the name of the transport guild to which they belonged printed in bold white lettering on the sides.

The barge's cargo hold was already more than half full.

Frozen meat, specifically frozen poultry and livestock, is a regular supply requested monthly by Governor Durant Kyle of Planet One.

The refrigerated containers were stacked from the cargo hold floor to the top, leaving a narrow maintenance passage in between.

The compressor of the refrigeration system emitted a low hum behind the bulkhead.

Inside the loading and unloading shed of Freight Area No. 3, the butler Anthony, wearing a long gray coat, stood next to a transport vehicle. In his hand, he held a folder containing thirty work permits.

Thirty non-combatant suicide soldiers arrived at six o'clock in the morning.

They were wearing standard work clothes from agricultural world frozen meat processing plants.

It was a dark blue waterproof bodysuit with the factory logo sewn on the chest.

The shoes were non-slip work boots with rubber soles, and a knitted hat was worn on the head, because the temperature in the agricultural world was only seven or eight degrees Celsius in the early morning.

Ten ordinary faces, their facial features encompassing several common racial phenotypes in the Empire, some with dark skin like the Calidae, and others with light hair like the Nordlandes.

Anthony glanced at them.

Then he opened the folder and handed out the work permits one by one.

"My name is Anthony. From now on, you are dispatched cargo hold workers at the North-3 processing plant. Each of you will have a work permit, keep it on your body at all times. Once you arrive on Planet One, do not wander around. Follow the team leader to unload, count, and hand over the goods. Once you understand, get on the vehicle."

After saying that, he turned and walked towards the driver's seat of the transport vehicle.

He didn't glance at anyone with curiosity, nor did he ask any questions.

He carried out the count's orders. Just like with the corpse, he saw it, nodded, and did it.

Thirty suicide soldiers boarded the vehicle.

The transport vehicle took them to the boarding gates of three barges.

They were placed in the workers' rest area in the cargo hold.

It was a small room of less than 20 square meters, containing several folding beds, a table, and an old deck of cards.

There were already several actual cargo hold workers in the rest area.

They are seasoned veterans who regularly travel this route, making a round trip every month to transport frozen meat to Planet One and then return empty.

The assassins infiltrated.

Swarm intelligence pre-loads a set of "cabin worker in the agricultural world" roles into their behavioral patterns.

One of the assassins picked up the playing cards on the table.

"Want to play a couple of rounds?" He waved his cards at a real cargo hold worker next to him.

The cargo hold worker glanced at him: "Do you know how to play three-on-three?"

"Nonsense. Anyone at the Northern-3 Factory can do that."

"Alright, what are we betting on?"

“We’ll bet on today’s ration of coins. If I lose, I’ll give you two coins; if you lose, you’ll give me two coins.”

The cargo hold worker laughed: "You newbies are pretty tough. Come on, cut the cards."

Fan San is a three-player card game popular among laborers in the agricultural world.

Swarm intelligence also specifically adjusted the card-playing strategy of the assassins to be slightly below average, as winning too much would attract attention.

The barge took off in the morning.

The thrust of the plasma engines propelled the three barges out of the agricultural world's atmosphere.

Looking out from the observation window inside the cabin, you can see the outline of the planet's surface, half of which is grayish-brown land and the other half is dark green ocean.

The color of the ocean is more striking when viewed from orbital altitude.

The several-meter-thick seaweed carpet, viewed from space, resembles a giant green moss covering the entire planet's water surface.

The barge convoy enters its interstellar travel trajectory. Target: Central Starport of Planet One. Estimated travel time: three standard days.

The first twenty-four hours of the voyage were uneventful.

The suicide bombers played cards, slept, ate rations, complained about the weather, wages, and the poor attitude of the inspectors on Planet One, all while working alongside the real cargo hold workers.

Twenty-six hours later, at a midway checkpoint.

A small track platform appeared ahead.

The platform is shaped like a flattened cylinder, with its surface covered with communication antennas and interfaces.

A routine call came through the communications channel: "Transport formation V-7733, reduce speed and dock at berth number three. Prepare for routine inspection."

The barges slowed down and docked one by one.

A platoon of guards and a customs officer boarded the barge from the platform.

The guards were dressed in the standard uniform of the Overseer of Planet One. It was a dark gray blouse, black trousers, and the coat of arms of the Durant Kyle family embroidered on the chest.

They were equipped with laser rifles and stun batons at their waists. Customs officials wore administrative uniforms and carried worn-out inspection kits.