Warhammer Inquisitor Chapter 115

  Chapter 115 End Yan Era: Wasteland World

  In the endless desert, the motorcycle gallops on the desert, raising a cloud of dust and blowing with the wind, and the vicious sun shines on the crimson body of the motorcycle.

Vito was wearing sunglasses while riding a motorcycle. The sunlight reflected on the mirror surface of the one-way sunglasses. Those things are definitely valuable antiques now. After the Great Judgment War, it is almost impossible for the entire earth to produce such mirrors. Well, at least this one doesn't work.

  The motorcycle galloped through the Gobi desert, the ancient road slipped backwards under the tires, a blood-stained cloth bag was covered on the suitcase behind Vito, and a round object kept shaking back and forth.

  The scarf around his neck was pulled and swayed by the wind. The revolver and automatic pistol were hung on both sides of the belt, and the sniper rifle was folded and hung on the side of the motorcycle. Vito straddled the motorcycle and his body heaved up and down accordingly.

  The scalding hot wind blows on his face, but what is surprising is that Vito's skin is still so white, it doesn't seem to be darkened by the vicious sun at all, just like a ceramic doll.

He rode a motorcycle to a small town in the desert, where many travelers traded, exchanged information and replenished supplies. In today's world, supplies and assistance are essential to cross the deserts of Central Asia. .

Vito parked the motorcycle under an eaves, took off the canvas bag hanging on the car and walked to the bunker not far away, it was a half-buried desert dwelling building, this structure can make it have Good wind and sand resistance, it will not collapse even if it hits a sandstorm.

  He walked across the street with two guns and a long sniper rifle on his back. There were shouting vendors and travelers bargaining everywhere. Vito keenly observed a cage as he crossed the street.

   There are many people locked in the cage. They have different appearances, including men, women and even children, but without exception, they all have shackles around their necks and marks on their bodies that represent their slave status.

  Vito stopped. He looked at the slave market with his gun on his back. On a small street corner, slave traders were shouting. They were bargaining with their employers, discussing the appropriate price.

  An adult man with four alloy bars, a woman with three alloy bars, and a child with one alloy bar and six pre-war bullets.

  Vito looked at the slaves, their condition was very bad, one of the women had almost died of dehydration, he was silent for a moment and then walked up.

  The slave saw that the kind mercenary handed him a small pot of water, and the woman immediately took the pot and drank it. Her condition improved a lot, and she looked much more energetic.

  She thanked her in a language that Vito couldn't understand, and her slave owner looked over grumpily, wanting to know who touched his goods without paying.

   But he quickly shut up. He saw Vito looking straight into his eyes, and noticed the two prominently placed pistols on his waist.

"What do you want, Mr. Mercenary?" the slave owner said flatteringly, "I highly recommend my slave girl reserve! There are many of them that you will like, you see she can help you carry your things during the day and relax you at night Relax."

  The slave owner's flattering smile displeased Vito. He watched the slave owner put his finger on the gun subconsciously, which shocked the slave owner, but today Vito didn't intend to kill anyone.

   "Take care of your goods, otherwise you won't be able to sell anything." Vito said, turned and left, and the slave owner then began to bargain with the next owner.

  Vito crossed the street, and he came to the half-buried building at the end of the street, which was much more lively than imagined.

  Here is a bar that provides convenience and a resting place for travelers from all over the world. People of all colors in different shapes and clothes communicate and drink here.

  Vito walked into the bar with a gun on his back. The entry of the mercenary caused a commotion for a moment. The travelers and drinkers all looked at the mercenary, but soon returned to normal conversation and noise.

   "Looks like you've succeeded." Said the man in the red scarf sitting in the corner of the bar, his legs knocked on the table, his face clearly from the east made him stand out from the crowd here.

   "Yes, this is the goal." Vito said and threw the canvas bag on the table. The man picked the opening of the bag with his fingers and looked inside, then nodded in satisfaction.

"It is indeed him. Congratulations on completing the reward. This is your reward." The man said and put a few alloy bars on the table, and Vito frowned looking at the few silver pre-war metal bars, " You promise five, Jansson, but I've only seen four."

   "The price has changed, my friend, this guy's head isn't worth that much money when you go out." Yang Song said with a smile, but Vito was not so happy.

  His finger was on the **** of the gun, his eyes full of murderous intent, Yang Song also smiled and put his finger on the revolver by the table, with a red knot unique to his hometown tied on it.

   "Relax, my old buddy, don't use knives and guns, how about this? I'll give you a bigger reward as compensation." Yang Song said with a smile, but that smile didn't make Vito happy at all.

  Yang Song snapped his fingers to summon the bartender, and the coolly dressed female bartender poured them a glass of local specialty wine, a drink called Qinglong Tongue, which was said to be brewed elements extracted from local cactus.

  Vito had drunk this wine, and he had to say that it tasted pretty good, so he let go of his gun and sat down at the table to drink, but his hostile eyes were still fixed on the oriental man in front of him.

   "As a reward merchant, you are very incompetent." Vito reprimanded.

But Yang Song laughed without guilt. He raised his glass and toasted Vito, "Isn't it up to me? You know, the war between the Achaemenid Empire and Ursh made everyone It's not been that good.”

   "During the time you were away working, the value of this gentleman's head has decreased, and the bounty sender is busy doing other things and has no money to pay for the five alloy bars."

  Vito snorted softly. He shook the wine glass in his hand and looked at the Orientals in front of him, "They all say that you and your people are cunning, and they are called Eastern Jews, Yang Song."

   "I think shrewd is a more appropriate word, but you see, our principle is mutual benefit and win-win, so I won't let your friend who loses money, at least not this time."

  Yang Song leaned against the wall and took a sip of the cool drink, "There is a commission, the North African Secret Society wants a person's head, and the price is very good."

   "How much?" "One hundred alloy bars"

  Vito was silent for a moment, he weighed his drink and looked at Yang Song, "Who is so valuable? Let those cultists want his life?"

   "I'm afraid I can't answer this question for you. Who knows why those African gods wanted him dead." Yang Song said, and he patted the cloth bag on the table, "But this is enough to make up for your loss."

   "A high reward often means a dangerous task." Vito said and accepted four alloy bars, "You made me jump into another fire pit, Yang Song."

   "But it's worth the risk. This is the most valuable deal right now. I'll leave it to you and don't expect you to appreciate me."

   "The secret meeting asked me to contact the best mercenary, so I think it's you, my friend, if I remember correctly, you haven't messed up a single mission so far."

Many people have heard of Vito. It is said that he can kill the target with a precise headshot from two or three kilometers away, and he can also poison the prey like a ghost, pretending to be anyone around the target prey, approaching him, and finally wiping It was rumored that he killed all the people in the entire noble castle overnight, without leaving a single one.

  Some people call him "evil ghost", "ghost" or "death messenger", but Yang Song still prefers another title, "Master Assassin".

  Yang Song said with a smile, then shrugged, "Of course, I also received a lot of referral fees, so it's a win-win situation."

  Vito smiled nonchalantly, then stood up with the gun on his back, "Okay, do you have any information about the target?"

"He's in Astrau. I heard that there are a group of strong men under his command. You'd better not confront them head-on." Yang Song said leisurely with his legs crossed. Anything that can prove his identity will do."

   "They really picked it clean." "Isn't it."

  Vito looked at the oriental man in front of him, and he suspected that he was playing tricks. Vito was not a local illiterate tribesman, nor was he an idiot traveler without a brain. He knew that this guy was planning.

   But it doesn't mean much to Vito right now, at least until the bounty is done and he's taking care of the rest, if need be.

   "Prepare my bounty, Jansson, if I come back with ninety bars, or ninety-nine I'll smash your head." "I know, good luck."

  Vito took a drink from his glass and walked out of the bar with a gun on his back.

  (end of this chapter)

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