Chapter 202 03.0201: "Navy Special Warfare Division and Anti-Foreigner Order, attack!"

"Louise! By the grace of the God-Emperor, I heard from Sister Arabella that you are okay."

Horatio found Louise who came to visit the injured team members and was preparing to return to school.

As the captain, she was very caring and considerate towards her subordinates. After Horatio became busy, she shared a lot of the work of managing the Hell's Elites with him.

"Horatio. I'm glad you're unharmed."

"Thank you for the amulet. It must have helped a lot." Horatio chuckled as he pulled the black stone amulet from his collar.

She responded with an intellectual, gentle, and soft smile.

"But, I heard...something big happened yesterday." Louise said in a low voice.

"Yes, that's why I came to see you. But it's not convenient to discuss it here." Horatio whispered to the naval officers passing by while saluting each other.

Everyone could see the 'Indefatigable Star' on his chest, which meant that according to Navy regulations, they had to treat him as a commissioned lieutenant.

"Me?" Louise's red lips moved slightly, and her face looked a little confused.

"The Hell Squadron has become a formal independent department and is under the command of the Naval Special Warfare Command. Its superior departments are the Military Intelligence Command and the Fleet Security Committee.

The current commander of the Special Operations Command is Captain Sterling, and I am his adjutant, but I can nominate another adjutant, and I would like to give this position to you."

There was a serious look in Horatio's eyes, and even without him saying a word, Louise could tell from it that he needed her help.

"Don't worry, leave it to me." Louise raised a confident smile and stretched out her fist to Horatio.

"I'm sure you can do it."

Horatio also smiled in a relaxed manner, clenched his left fist, and bumped it with Louise's fist wrapped in a tactical glove.
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The day after St. Gilles' Day was off to a rough start for Henry Harvey, the second student in the Fleet Maritime Department to enter the Officer Preparatory School.

He participated in the Battle of the Angel's Cathedral and only suffered some minor injuries.

The Navy Department gave him 500 academic points as an advance commendation, which barely allowed him to reach the 10000-point passing score for candidate officers.

But he was embarrassed to find out that because both his parents were dead and his father was a general in the Astra Militarum.

This meant that despite being born into a prominent family, he had no connections in the navy, and naturally no captain would extend an olive branch to him.

Because most of the candidate officers have family members who are colonels or at least noble friends of colonels, they have already paved the way for these children who want to join the navy and gain honor to be qualified to board the ship.

Of course, he could follow the process and wait until the Navy Department sent him on board for internship.

But he had just received a dispatch plan from the Navy Department and learned that there were 20 candidate officers waiting in line ahead of him. Based on the internship quota of 5 people per cruiser, he would have to wait at least 8 to years to get an internship on board.

The Imperial Navy would not let him waste these years. After finishing the Officers' Preparatory School, he could go to the Military Academy for further studies.

By the time he finishes graduate school, it will be almost his turn to serve on a ship, because officer graduates from graduate school can be assigned first.

But as a soldier, studying so hard is frustrating from any perspective.

It's like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath without the chance to drink blood. It can only waste its time and wait to rust.

Henry Harvey sat in the bar of Zhongsi College with a frown on his face.

"A glass of Amasai, undiluted, on the rocks, please."

"Sir, you've had enough to drink today."

"It doesn't matter, fill it up."

"Mr. Henry Harvey, why are you sitting here drinking alone?"

Before entering the room, Horatio deliberately took off the Indefatigable Star on his chest and pretended that he was just an ordinary candidate officer like him.

"Horatio?" He looked at the person who came in and recognized the rising star of the navy at a glance.

"Give me a glass of Amasai, too, please." He sat down next to Henry Harvey.

"Congratulations. I heard that you boarded the battlecruiser Indefatigable and won a great victory in the subsequent battle. This deserves a second congratulations."

Horatio humbly made a self-deprecating joke: "It's not all good. This time I almost lost my life."

The two laughed.

"So, what can you do for this 'big shot' who just got off the boat?"

"I have an opportunity to keep you away from alcohol."

"That's definitely not getting on the ship, so what's the errand?"

"The Hell Squad has become an independent unit, with Captain Sterling as the chief officer, but it is still short of assistant officers. The captain is almost going crazy with public relations and countless paperwork. When I go to the front line, I also need someone to take over the dispatch work of the strike team."

Henry Harvey blinked.

"But I'm just a candidate officer who has never even been on a ship."

"But you are first and foremost a Hell Soldier. Since the Naval Special Warfare Command is the department that specializes in managing Hell Soldier, then as one of the first batch of training personnel of the Training Corps, I think you should be able to serve as an assistant officer?"

"No problem!" After drinking the liquor in one gulp, Harvey slammed the glass heavily on the solid wooden table. The crisp sound was like a heavy sword being unsheathed.
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"Horatio, everything is ready."

"Okay, thank you, Archie. When the Inquisitor and I are on a mission later, you will be in charge of uploading and downloading our information."

"Don't worry, Horatio."

Archie looked at the young man in plain clothes in front of him and replied generously.

"Let's go, Louise."

That evening, Horatio, Louise, and Inquisitor Ravenno's team set the first target in the secret room of the 'Sky Cage' within just one day.

"The siege on the planet has ended for now. The Scarlet Cultists have retreated to their hiding places, hoping to continue hiding and rebuild their strength. My informant discovered an underground bar in the Lower Nest that is connected to the Howling Teeth Gang.

Tonight, a cult ceremony called "Evil Food Banquet" will be held here, and an important figure from the Howling Teeth Gang will appear.

Let's go here first, maybe that guy can give us the answers we want.

Use the Howling Teeth as leverage to pry open the secret gap."

“Your efficiency is astounding.

Let's go."

Inquisitor Ravenno, disguised as plainclothes, wore an English peaked cap, his wrinkled black coat supported by his muscular body, and his eyes were fierce and sharp.

In order to fit the disguised image of a lower nest supervisor, he had unkempt hair and a pair of sturdy boots on his feet, with a crude cigarette dangling from his lips. It would not be out of place to describe him as a gangster with this outfit.

Horatio, who had experience as an underground gangster, was dressed in standard biker garb, with a black windshield mask, a patchwork riveted jacket, bleached jeans thick enough to be used as leather armor, and various strange metal pendants hanging around his waist to intimidate others.

He looks like an ordinary gangster from Xiachao, and it is impossible to guess his real identity despite his dignity and majesty.

The only one present whose outfit struck Horatio as new was Louise.

Logically speaking, she should have no experience in sneaking into the lower nest, but perhaps because of the infiltration training of the Kashejin reserve, she disguised herself very naturally.

A smart spiked punk-style jacket with a scratched T-shirt underneath, a bandage bra and bulletproof lining underneath.

The whole image was smeared with pungent motor oil, and to make it more realistic, she even drew a few black stains on her face.

For the well-trained Louise, this was as easy and natural as applying camouflage on her face, and she naturally didn't care about the pungent smell and dirt of the engine oil.

"You're such a professional," Horatio smiled.

"Do you want me to put some on for you?" Louise smiled back in tacit understanding.

"Come on." He turned his cheek and Louise pressed her hand gently on it.

When everything was ready, an old van without any markings quietly took off from the platform and flew into the darkness.

Despite its deliberately old-fashioned appearance, this shuttle is well-equipped.

Special explosion-proof glass that is still in the stage of small-scale production in the laboratory, powerful twin engines that are enough to support the heavy armor layer that is fifty millimeters at the thinnest point, powerful electronic warfare thinkers throughout the fuselage, and a cargo box body that stores enough weapons to arm ten people, emergency rescue equipment, and an array of personal micro-thinkers whose function no one except the Inquisitor knows.

With the cover of the underground steel jungle, as well as the stealth coating and divergent interference devices, the shuttle floated by unnoticed like a ghost that only existed in people's dreams late at night.

It slowly descended into a dirty and quiet alley.

Horatio jumped out of the plane.

"Boss!" A sneaky, petite figure suddenly appeared hanging upside down above his head, and then flipped down nimbly from above.

Under the black cloak, there are a pair of sparkling cat eyes, and the upright cat ears are propped up on the cloak, alertly looking around.

"You did a great job on this reconnaissance, Yo Yo. Take us there." Horatio rubbed the half-cat girl's head through her cloak.

"Here."

It was a loud, but large bar, and even from the outside, Horatio could see the flashes of crazy figures inside.

The manic roar of the music made the whole building vibrate.

The noisy and piercing singing was more like a heart-wrenching war cry, and the only words Horatio could clearly distinguish were 'revolt' and 'killing'.

Outside were fully armed gunners. Although their equipment was messy, it was no different from the quality of the Blood Pact soldiers.

They were all wearing bright red bulletproof armor made from ceramic steel from different sources.

His face and arms were covered with scars, and in his hand he held an old automatic rifle wrapped in a blood-red bandage.

With the help of Horatio's commanding hand, he relied on his bird's-eye view to quickly mark the enemy.

There were more than a dozen external gunmen, all with big red marks on their heads. This was something the Inquisitor and his men had never seen before.

These disguised mutated Inquisition agents looked at their leader in surprise.

"Oh, what is this?" The judge looked at the red arrow that suddenly appeared in front of him, his tone a little surprised.

"A holographic tactical command device customized by Father Latti." Horatio answered casually.

"That priest seems to have quite a few good things," the Inquisitor admired in a low voice, looking as if he really believed it.

It was time to get off work, and many workers were gathering in this bar, eager to relax their bodies and brains that had been ravaged by the assembly line all day. This undoubtedly provided cover for the agents' infiltration.

"Come... have some wine! Let's continue with the second game! I've given you my allowance today, so give me something better. The second best!"

The Ravenno Inquisitor, who looked like a little foreman, was staggering with an unsteady gait, holding a half-drunk bottle of inferior 'Second Best' in his hand.

In front of everyone, he drank the low-quality liquor that burned his stomach and tasted like unpleasant chemicals.

There was no sign at all that he was an inquisitor in disguise.

Seeing a group of alcoholics dressed like ordinary Mid-Nest laborers staggering towards them, the cultist guarding the door took a quick look and then withdrew his attention, still putting his gun on his spiked ceramic steel shoulder armor in a gangster manner.

"Check them one by one. Ha! tui!" A gunman who looked like a squad leader spat on the spot and shouted.

"If you're found with a gun, you're dead."

He clenched his fist and put his finger on the trigger.

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