Chapter 203 03.0202: "'Evil Food Banquet'"

The line in front of the bar was almost reaching Horatio and Inquisitor Ravenno and his group.

It is impossible to carry out such a mission without weapons.

But the reason for not choosing a strong attack is to avoid alerting the enemy and prevent the target from escaping in the chaos.

But now we have to go through the security gate. If we are discovered here, all our efforts will be wasted.

Horatio glanced at the Inquisitor, and the moment their eyes met, the Inquisitor curled up the corners of his mouth and smiled, then continued to pretend to be drunk.

His disguised agent was supporting the smug, drunken 'little foreman'.

The Inquisitor and his agents pushed and shoved their way through the security gate without triggering the alarm.

It’s not that they didn’t bring any weapons, but the alien weapons they carried were not made of metal at all.

With the crude and simple inspection equipment in the hands of these gang members, they were unable to identify the advanced alien weapons of the Inquisition agents.

The Ravennor Inquisitor turned his eyes, glanced back at Horatio, and raised an eyebrow as if to say 'We're done, it's your turn, boys.'

Horatio stretched out his iron hand, placed it on Louise's shoulder, and rubbed her shoulder.

He and Louise pretended to be a biker couple, walking arm in arm.

Both of them had the unique smell of low-quality engine oil and promethium mixed together, which was very pungent and in line with the image of the Hive City Motorcycle Gang.

The exaggerated punk-style spiked leather jackets they were wearing were so old and worn that one wondered if they were passed down from their grandparents.

"Hmph, they are just two chicks raised by a motorcycle bitch, wearing adult clothes secretly." A gunman with a mouth full of sharp teeth and unclean marks on his head and face sneered incoherently.

"Hahahahaha!"

Ignoring the jeers, Horatio and Louise staggered through the security gate arm in arm.

Drop drop!
The detector beeped as it passed over Horatio's body.

"Hmm? Go and take a look. If you bring a gun in, I will beat you in the face." The cult guard threatened.

The two men ran metal detectors over Horatio and patted his pockets.

It was finally determined that the chirping sound was caused by his iron hand.

One of the guards raised Horatio's iron arm and shook it at the leader.

"I lost my arm from riding a motorcycle." The sturdy man sneered.

He curled his lips and gestured for them to go in unhappily.

Horatio was, of course, armed with two weapons.

One is a Navy bolt pistol that turns into liquid metal and is sucked into Iron Hands, and the other is an anti-detection combat dagger with a fully polymer handle and a single-molecule blade.

Louise also carried such a dagger, one on the side of her boot and one under her right forearm. With the latter, she only needed to throw her hand down hard, and the handle of the knife would slide into her hand and stab the enemy's vital point.

The lighting inside was messy and dim, the noise was very harsh and noisy, and the whole bar was like a dance of demons, which made people dizzy and upset.

The sign on the bar was made of a kind of rough leather, with the twisted words "Wrath of the Abandoned Warriors" written in blood.

From the size, texture and color of the leather, as well as the strings of black iron rings that tied the leather together, Horatio had reason to believe that it was the skin of a human back.

The drinks on the bar are all Xiachao's specialty liquors, packed in barrels of industrial fermentation tanks with hydraulic devices, hanging behind and above the waiters' heads.

The can was crudely painted with cheap paint with evil smiling faces of devils and skulls, and their empty eyes were creepy.

These dirty old industrial fermenters are filled with various Xiachao speciality 'fine wines'.

There is wild snake wine that has wild pythons soaked in it and tastes bitter with snake gall, rotten belly wine secretly brewed by factory foremen using industrial alcohol, and the "second best" that mixes various food waste and waste materials together and will blind you if you drink too much...

A bar opened by cultists is naturally not normal.

People here have a cult way of drinking: cutting their hands with a knife, then squeezing the blood into the wine to taste.

It is said that with the blessing of evil power, the bitterness and burning in the wine will be transformed into a magical power that makes people extremely excited.

"What would you like to order? Today we have some freshly slaughtered meat from the green and black dogs of the scum empire.

Thank God Khorne for giving us food. These oppressors certainly didn't expect that one day they would be served with what they call "garbage"!"

"I want it! I want it! Give me the flesh of my oppressors!!!" A tall and strong cook brought a large iron plate from the back kitchen. It was filled with a mountain of meat made up of severed limbs that had been roasted to produce the Maillard reaction.

A strong aroma of barbecue lingered in the bar, and the unusual aroma made Horatio swallow his saliva.

He immediately became alert and felt incredible that he would have such a strange physiological reaction, as if some force was tempting him to eat a piece of fresh flesh of his own kind.

Louise saw a severed human hand in the meat mountain, with a classic brass wedding ring from the Central Nest on the ring finger, as well as many other things that were so taboo that they could not be described.

"Ugh..." She immediately turned around, leaned against Horatio, and pretended to be charming.

Louise forced herself to hold back her retching, making only the slightest sound.

She knew very well that the truly hungry Xiachao people would become extremely hungry and thirsty as soon as they saw meat, no matter what kind of meat it was, and would never react like her.

So she had to maintain her disguise and not let anyone see through her.

She pretended to be so pretentious, and in the eyes of the 'observers' holding guns on the scene, this motorcycle punk girl seemed to be so excited about devouring the flesh and blood of the 'oppressor' that she couldn't help but be intimate with her partner, and was grateful to him for bringing her here to taste the 'delicious food'.

Horatio rubbed her back, complying with her disguise and soothing her physical discomfort.

To be honest, if I hadn't been fasting before coming here just to be on the safe side.

He also took the strong tranquilizer Sister Arabella gave him, otherwise he would probably have vomited.

Now, under the effect of the drug and the hatred of his enemies, his face was not only expressionless, but even cold. He looked extremely calm in this bar full of chaos.

To outsiders, the emotions on his face were as natural and smooth as the disgust that the people around him felt towards the Imperial Army soldiers.

"Give me this piece! That head! That head!"

These abandoned people who have lived in the dark nest all day long were extremely excited. They were pale and wrinkled, and they swarmed to the bar to pick out the meaty parts.

The tall chef, with muscles all over his body and wearing an iron triangle on his head, scooped up the pieces of meat with a plate and threw them to the hungry people.

Inquisitor Ravenno watched all this coldly, put the bottle to his lips, and drank the inferior wine in one gulp.

The camera probe on his collar recorded all this blasphemy.

This leaves sufficient evidence for the subsequent use of necessary extreme force.

Horatio and the Inquisitor wait, waiting for Yo Yo's signal.

The half-cat girl in a tattered cloak curled up in a corner, chewing on the dry food she brought with her.

He looked like a pathetic subhuman homeless person scavenging scraps to fill his stomach.

Her erect pupils penetrated the dim light, scanning the field carefully and vigilantly.

The target has not yet appeared.

He is the manager of this bar and an important figure in the Howling Teeth Gang.

In order to run the many underground industries of the Howling Tooth Gang, this person would expose his whereabouts from time to time, making him the best entry point.

The Inquisitor was confident that he could pry the whereabouts of the sect behind this guy out of his mouth.

He hoped the target would appear quickly.

Otherwise, if you stop here for too long without buying anything, you will soon attract the attention of the "observers" on the field.

He didn't want to have another bottle of "Second Best" that would burn his stomach, or eat human flesh in front of the camera.

"Boss, boss." Yoyo jumped over, pretending to pick up trash at Horatio's feet, and called him in a low voice.

The pair of cat ears moved like two detection radars.

She winked wildly at Horatio.

Horatio followed her vertical pupil and looked at a man standing at the countertop with a long, straight Mohawk shaved like a broom, and half a skull on his face as a mask.

"I think the target has appeared." Horatio sent a codeword to the other Inquisitorial agents.

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