Serious People, Who is Learning Magic at Marvel? Chapter 100

"He's on the right!"

"boom!"

"No, no! Left! Left! Hit him with that **** cannon!"

"what!"

A giant came out of the darkness with several heads in his hands. He sneered at the dead-faced gang mutant boss: "I'm here, where's your gun?"

The mutant boss's lips trembled a few times, trying to say something. Then he was beaten in the head by Frank. The heads of his subordinates were thrown on top of him, and the headless—no, the corpse with a few extra heads shook a few times and fell down. Roll on the dirty ground, then stop moving.

"Report to me, Bonavia."

"My lord, your signal is a little fuzzy - did you run out of the mission site again to kill other people?"

Frank glanced at the dead gang leader. In the small shack not far behind him, several naked girls were shivering and hiding behind the thin iron sheet, watching him.

He was silent for a moment.

"Yes." He admitted it rarely. "Bring some clothes here...women, about twelve to fourteen. Bring some fluids. They're thin."

"You saved some people again?"

"Yes, come here, Bonavia."

Frank hung up impatiently, and strode to the shack. They immediately hid behind the iron, holding their breath. The vision that comes with the eyepieces allows him to see them shivering behind them. The Punisher took off his helmet, exhaled softly, and adjusted his voice.

"Come out." He still sounded like a murderous devil.

No one answered.

"Come out." He emphasized.

The four girls came out of the shack, timid, but did not raise their arms to cover their naked bodies. Frank looked away: "Where are your clothes?"

"He won't let us wear them."

Girls, look at me, I'll look at you, and one of the older ones answered boldly.

"Is it him?" Frank pointed to the head of the mutant boss not far away. The talking girl glanced at him, and nodded suddenly with hatred on her face.

"Do you want us to do that too?"

"What kind of thing?"

The girl gestured: "Injection. He didn't let us wear clothes, saying that it would destroy the effect of the injection... We were caught by him, and several people have died. We have to be injected several times every day."

very good.

Frank's expression didn't change. He had been walking in the darkness of human nature for too long, and he had been soaked in body and mind by these things. It doesn't show any emotions easily - except for one, the most basic and most powerful kind of human beings.

anger.

"What injection? What effect will it have?"

"A yellow injection, it will make us feel sleepy..." Another girl spoke, still fearful. Frank glanced at her, suddenly noticing her discolored pupils.

"Are you a psionicist?"

The girl looked at him blankly.

Frank took a step back and glanced at each of their faces: "You are all psionicists?"

"What is that, my lord?"

Frank put on his helmet, flipped his right wrist armor, and the communicator was activated again by him. Bonavia's slightly distorted voice came from his ear: "Sir, what's the matter?"

"The plan has changed, so you don't have to come. Take someone to guard the exit at the bottom and don't allow anyone to leave. I will bring them up."

His words made the female judge immediately vigilant, and Frank heard the sound of the bomb being loaded: "What happened, my lord?"

"These four kids are psykers, and a mutant boss I killed was experimenting on them...they were given a yellow injection and would feel lethargic. I would Get some samples and wait for me at the exit."

"Understood, my lord."

Bonavia pressed the button, and the communicator on her wrist went out. The female judge made a gesture, and a fighter servant immediately came over: "Order?"

"Bring four servitors, guard the exit, and don't allow anyone to leave."

"Order accepted."

The half-human, half-machine thing roared the exit standing behind them, with four other fighter servants. An astral army standing behind the female judge stepped forward and asked meticulously, "Judge, what happened?"

"There is a situation that does not match the situation we received. The adult found a mutant boss in the lower floor who used an unregistered juvenile psionicist to test medicine."

"Understood, do I need to call for support?"

"Don't do it for now. If possible, notify the guards on this floor to cheer them up."

The Star Boundary Army gave the eagle salute without saying a word, and then immediately led the crowd to push through the crowd and ran on the dirty ground of the nest. Bonavia likes to deal with people like that, they know what they're doing, they're smart enough, and they're strong enough to act. Not like those **** bureaucrats.

An order can be delayed for half a year.

She brought with her thirty Astral Forces and five fighter servants. Such an armed force should have been able to wash the bottom of the entire hive - but the place where they are now is called Terra.

Terra's lair is different, and God knows what's down there. Although Bonavia wanted to apply for some more people, the people above didn't give up.

It didn't take long for Frank, who had wrapped the four girls in a rag, to come up. Needless to say, the two astral troops took them away immediately, and the four girls would undergo strict inspections. Since they are psionicists, there may be other places to go, but no matter where they are, it is better than staying here.

"Wait." Frank stopped the soldier who wanted to leave in a low voice, and took out an empty needle from his waist. "Take a few more people with you, leave them on board...check, keep them healthy, keep this thing strictly."

"Yes, my lord."

Frank turned his head and looked at Bonavia: "Are you ready for the expedition?"

"How do I know this, my lord. I'm just a judge. You should ask His Royal Highness the Regent." The female judge was taken aback by his question.

The Punisher shook his head slightly calmly, and glanced behind him from the corner of his eyes. The Judge immediately understood and took a step forward without a trace. The next second, Frank turned around with a shot, and the bolter roared. The rest of the Astral Army did not panic at all, and immediately picked up the rifles in their hands to shoot with him.

From the darkness of the descending entrance came a few roars, and then the sound of something moving away. Stopping a few Astral Army forces who wanted to pursue them, Frank stared at the thick darkness with his scarlet goggles and said slowly, "...Let's return to the ship immediately."

"What? But—"

"Get back to the ship now, Bonavia," Frank said solemnly. "The whole thing is not right, I have to meet Guilliman. It's not like a mission he would post."

"But, my lord, is there no error in the paperwork?"

"When did you see him being so careless and let me kill someone without even investigating the surroundings?" Frank retracted his bolt gun and asked calmly.

The female judge was speechless.

The glory of Macragge.

"I haven't posted a mission to you—Frank, I've been busy with a number of things in the Expedition these days," Guilliman said with a frown.

"That's weird, because I've been given a mission that you and the Inquisition will sign together," Frank replied with a blank expression.

As usual, he's doing dirty work. It's just that this time with an official endorsement, it's much more comfortable to work in the United States than before. Frank roams the entire solar system, home to gangsters, mutants, psykers, chaos wizards, corrupt bureaucrats. He killed them all over and over, and while waiting for the expedition to assemble, he killed almost the entire solar system.

His identity remains a mystery, and any paperwork involving him is obfuscated. Only a few high-level executives and Bonavia are qualified to know who he is.

"In what form?"

"The document, very formal, is your handwriting."

Frank took out a crumpled parchment from the belt around his waist and threw it at it. Guilliman opened it and glanced at it, his face darker than ever. Frank knew the answer just by looking at it, it was just someone doing something behind his back...but that wasn't the problem.

The question is, does that person simply want to seek political gain for himself through this means, or does he want something else?

What's more, the whole thing is suspicious. Why did that mutant gang specialize in a potion that could make psykers sleepy? They are good at selling medicine, but they are not selling this medicine.

"...There is a problem in the courtroom."

After a few minutes, Guilliman, who had finished thinking, came to a conclusion that he himself could not believe. The Prince Regent sat upright, fumbling with his fingers on the armrest of the chair, saying his conjecture word by word: "It is not difficult to imitate my handwriting, and it is not difficult to obtain my logo. They have a lot of paperwork with me. ."

"The question is why? Why would they do this?"

Guilliman stood up as he spoke, pacing the room: "The task they gave you was to kill a gang leader... Do you have a picture of your helmet?"

"Have."

Frank simply took the helmet on the side and activated the image projection function. A terrified man was projected on the floor of Guilliman's study, and he couldn't stop wailing: "Please! You killed everyone, and you didn't even turn over my pets."

Guilliman heard Frank, who was Frank at the time, let out a sneer, and then threw a whole piece of scarlet skin on the man's face, and he began to scream: "Oh-! My Rao! You, why are you skinning him?!"

"Because you **** skinned so many other people...I'm not just skinning your pet, I'm skinning you."

What happened next made Guilliman frown. He couldn't help but say to Frank with an exhortation: "You really have to restrain yourself, Frank."

"I'm not angry," Frank added after hesitating for a while. "Not at the time."

"...you skinned him and hoisted him up and threw him into a bucket of paint."

"Just a little bit."

"Let's skip the topic - is there anything special about this man?"

"Nothing special, same scum. I've killed so many people that I don't have to do anything else if I want to remember everyone's tragic childhood stories," Frank replied deadpan.

Guilliman rubbed his eyebrows: "Well, this scum is nothing special. What about the four children you mentioned in your report?"

"Inspection on your ship."

Guilliman raised his voice. "You brought them to my boat?!"

"Yes what's the matter?"

"...No, it's not your problem, **** it." Guilliman almost rushed out of the room, and Frank followed. The two ran across the corridor, and Guilliman was still explaining to him: "The commander of the Sisters of Silence, the Queen of Soulless is on my ship... She will participate in the Great Crusade, so she is on the ship early. ."

"so what?"

"Damn it, Frank! Did you even read the history I gave you?"

"No."

"...We will talk about this later. In short, she is very sensitive to all psionicists. The four children were definitely sensed by her, and they may have gone to them now!"

"She's going to kill them?" Frank's voice became colder~www.mtlnovel.com~ No, but she's Sister Silence, and even contact would—"

A few screams and cries came from in front of them, Guilliman stopped, and glanced at Frank helplessly: "—It will make the psionicists feel sick, panic, and unable to use their power."

They ran into the infirmary, where several physicians stood by and saluted Guilliman when they saw him. Guilliman waved and motioned for them to leave first. In the center of the room, a woman with her back to them was staring at the four unconscious girls silently.

"Stay away from them." Frank's hand was already on the handle of the bolt gun, and Guilliman quickly stopped the ignorant Killer. At this moment, the soulless queen also turned around.

In all fairness, she's actually pretty - but that weird haircut spoils everything, but no one cares about how they look. The Sisters of Silence are called the Untouchables, walking humanoid poisons to psykers and extremely uncomfortable to ordinary people.

"Good day, Ms. Gentia Kohler." Guilliman greeted her meticulously, who just nodded and then made several gestures.

"No no no, he's not hostile. He's just impulsive."

Frank still didn't take his hand from the gun: "Stay away from them, this is an ultimatum."

The two looked at each other, Gentia Kohler looked at him, still speechless, and after a few minutes, after Guilliman had sweated, the Soulless Queen relented. She stepped aside and sent Guilliman a string of Orth codes using the messenger on her armor.

The meaning of the code is simple: "They can still use psionics in the face of me."

Guilliman's face twitched.

Chapter end