chsdbacks Chapter 89 Elite
Chapter 89 Elite
Chapter 89 Elite
Butcher Bill paused, his expression slightly surprised. "Oh?"
Lowe continued, "If this so-called 'Star God' can increase my wheat yield by 30% and reduce your machine maintenance costs by 20%, I might consider listening to its teachings."
"But as far as I know, those four-armed monsters only steal biomass, sabotage production lines, and turn perfectly healthy laborers into mere baby-producing lumps of flesh. In my books, this constitutes a severe asset impairment."
"So, put your statue away. It doesn't look worth much."
Bill's lower jaw exhaust grille, the white smoke billowing out, the rhythm getting faster and faster.
"Snapped!"
Bill slammed his hand on the table, and the purple statue jumped up, rolled to the ground, and shattered everywhere.
"Ha ha ha ha!"
Bill burst into wild laughter, his entire body of fat trembling with ecstasy.
"Good, well said, adverse asset impairment—that's the first thing I can say!"
The sinister and eerie look on his face vanished, and he returned to his initial ferocious appearance.
"I knew you weren't one of those damned rats. Those scum can disguise themselves as humans, but they can't scheme like you—with such righteous indignation!"
As he spoke, Bill stood up from his chair and said seriously, "Love, you just asked me what the most troublesome expense has been lately?"
He pointed to the floor beneath his feet.
The direction leading to the production workshop downstairs.
"It's meat."
"My flesh is getting thinner."
Bill gritted his teeth, his mechanical eyes blazing with genuine fury.
"Every month, tens of tons of high-quality protein slurry mysteriously disappear before being stored."
The books show "pipeline leak" and "evaporation loss," but I checked and the pipes weren't leaking at all.
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"Rats have gotten into my granary, very big rats."
"They not only steal my flesh, but they also spread that bullshit doctrine on my territory, trying to turn my workers into their 'brothers and sisters.'"
Luo Wei nodded slightly.
This makes sense.
For a warlord like Bill, who treated the northern granaries as his private property, faith was negotiable, but stealing his money was an irreconcilable feud.
"Since you know there are rats, why don't you clean them?" Luo Wei retorted.
"Cleaning?"
Bill seemed to have heard some absurd joke, and helplessly confessed, "How do we clean it up? Rowe, you underestimate these bastards. That cult called the Star Children is like a fungus growing in the lungs; its mycelium has already infiltrated the entire management and technical staff."
"They operate the machines, they repair the pipes, and they manage the accounts."
Bill didn't hide his sense of powerlessness; he pointed to the still-roaring factory beneath his feet.
"If I take action in a high-profile manner, they will immediately riot. These lunatics will not hesitate to blow up the boilers, poison the remaining workers, and completely paralyze the entire northern granary."
"Once production stops, the tithe will be cut off."
Butcher Bill said uneasily, "At that time, those big shots in the Governor's Mansion, including you, won't care whether I'm purging heretics for the Emperor."
"All you'll see is my production dropping to zero, and then you'll conclude that I'm a 'management failure'."
"In Plenty II, incompetence is a crime that leads to a quicker death than heresy. The new supervisor will step over my corpse to take office, and I will be hung outside the spire to dry."
Bill sat back in his chair, looking hesitant. "I can't gamble. I can only play dumb, letting them steal my flesh while I play along with this 'peaceful coexistence' act, until I'm confident I can find the ringleader and kill him without ruining the whole scheme—"
At this point, Bill suddenly pressed a red button on the corner of the table.
"Buzz".
Heavy explosion-proof steel plates immediately fell, sealing off the office doors and windows.
The once spacious "banquet hall" has been transformed into a closed steel cage.
Buck was horrified. He drew his explosive pistol, pointed it at Bill, and asked warily, "What do you want to do?!"
Bill completely ignored Buck.
He pulled a modified heavy-duty chainsaw from under the table, the blade whirring loudly as it spun in the air.
"Originally, I suspected that you were the leader of the rats, Lowe."
Bill, knife in hand, walked around the desk step by step, approaching Rowe.
"Your origins are unknown, you rose to power too quickly, and you even created mutated wheat. You're too much like a high-level secret agent."
"
"So I deliberately set up this statue and deliberately said some of their doctrines, just to see your reaction."
Bill kicked at the purple gravel on the ground with his toe.
"If you had shown even the slightest bit of agreement, even a moment of fanaticism, this knife would already be at your throat."
Rowe sat calmly in his chair, even reaching out to press down on Buck's arm as he raised his gun, and said nonchalantly, "Now that I've passed your test, why lock the door?"
"Because the test isn't over yet." Bill stopped three meters away from Rowe.
That's a distance that allows you to both launch an attack and defend against a counterattack.
His mechanical eyes suddenly pierced through Rowe and stared directly at the adjutant Valken standing in the corner. His previously mocking voice was suddenly filled with murderous intent.
"Director Lowe passed the test, but what about you, Valken?"
"When the statue fell to the ground, Rowe didn't even glance at it. But you—your eyes changed, your breathing became erratic."
"You're angry, aren't you?"
"You feel sorry for your 'god,' that he's been defiled by a butcher like me, is that it?!"
Valken, who had been silent and bowing his head, trembled.
At the same time, the bird-shaped instrument in Luo Wei's pocket vibrated again.
All the clues came together at that moment.
Why did Bill's flesh mysteriously disappear?
Why does the trail always go cold whenever Bill tries to investigate?
Because the biggest mouse was lying on the cat's back!
Valken slowly raised his head.
The eyes, which were originally gray and lifeless, had now turned into a chilling purplish-black.
The facade on his face was rapidly crumbling.
Resentful and fanatical.
"A foolish flesh and blood vessel—"
Valken's voice transformed into the hissing sound of an insect rubbing its shell against itself.
"You think you're ruling this place? Ha! You're just storing these biomass for the great Star Child."
"We tolerate your greed, only to await the day of ascension."
"Now that you've torn off all pretense—"
Tear!
With the sound of tearing fabric, Valken's oversized work clothes burst open in an instant.
That was not a thin human being at all.
Beneath the disguised human skin lay a terrifying body covered in pale purple chitinous carapace.
His spine was hunched over, and two new limbs were emerging from beneath his original arms:
Two razor-sharp claws gleamed with a deep blue psionic light.
Fourth-generation hybrid.
Or rather, an elite individual on the verge of evolving into a pure-blooded gene stealer!
"roar!"
Valken let out a sharp shriek.
His speed was astonishing; with a push of his legs, he shot out like a cannonball.
His target, however, was not the fully armed Bill.
It was Rowe, who looked the weakest and had no protective gear whatsoever!
"Watch out!" Buck roared and pulled the trigger.
"Bang! Bang!"
The bomb exploded on Valken's armor, leaving a faint white mark.
The shell of this elite-level monster is hard enough to withstand several direct hits.
A few meters is just a blink of an eye for a mixed-race person.
The sharp claws, carrying a foul stench, were already close to Rowe's throat.
Lowe could see the saliva dripping from Valken's mouth.
That was a thirst for killing.
However, there was no sign of panic on Luo Wei's face.
There is only a cold indifference that has already calculated everything.
His finger gently pressed the red button on the bird-catching device in his pocket.
This is a "feeding" signal.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar, like thunder exploding in one's ears.
The solid floor of Bill's office burst open like paper.
Gravel flew everywhere, and wood chips flew all over the place.
Just before Valken's claws were about to touch Rowe, a colossal creature burst forth from the ground below!
A thick, metallic tentacle, resembling the trunk of an ancient tree, covered with a translucent biological cuticle, its tip covered with barbs and suckers.
It was the "Gluttony Wall" that had been restless and hungry downstairs the whole way.
It's like a crocodile that has been lurking underwater, finally waiting for the moment its prey falls into the water.
"Pfft!"
There is no suspense.
The tentacles accurately predicted Valken's trajectory and, like swiping up a fly, instantly entangled Valken in mid-air.
"squeak!"
Valken let out a piercing scream.
His prized chitinous carapace cracked clearly as it was strangled by the tentacles.
He waved his four arms, trying to cut the tentacles.
However, the strong acidic mucus secreted from the surface of his whiskers instantly corroded his claws.
This is a perfect combination of the Tyranid genes and the power of Nurgle's decay, a predator that evolved specifically to hunt its own kind!
The large hole beneath the floor revealed the menacing front of the Chimera 1.
Countless compound eyes opened simultaneously, flashing with greedy red light, staring at the prey that was tethered in mid-air by the tentacles.
For the "Wall of Gluttony," this is more than just an enemy.
This is high-purity, delicious Tyren biomass.
It is the supplement it needs for evolution.
"Eat."
Standing in the swirling dust, Luo Wei brushed the dust off his trench coat and calmly gave the order.
The tentacles suddenly contracted, dragging the still struggling Valken directly towards the front of the vehicle, towards the metal mandibles covered with rotating sharp teeth.
The terrifying sound of chewing, accompanied by the cracking of bones, echoed through the closed office.
In just over ten seconds.
The arrogant, fourth-generation elite hybrid, a high-ranking spy who had been lurking around Bill for many years, became a source of nourishment for the war machine.
Bill, holding the chainsaw that was still spinning, stared blankly at the armored vehicle that was burping.
His prosthetic eye spun rapidly, trying to comprehend what was happening before him.
This was beyond his comprehension.
As a ruthless individual who had fought his way up from the bottom of the nest, he had seen aliens, demons, and all sorts of insane killing machines.
But he had never seen anyone keep such a monster like a dog!
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