Chapter 213 04.0212: "Mission: Destroy the Illegal Newspaper Printing Plant"

The office affairs are handled by experienced secretary Bernard, Henry Harvey and the captain.

Horatio led a group of people to carry out orders and enforce the law impartially.

He asked Harvey to dispatch a team of Hell's pioneers in plain clothes, led by Louise, to deploy in advance and sneak in.

As a special commissioner of this law enforcement, he openly wore a naval officer's uniform. After the Hell's Vanguards took control of the situation, he grabbed the net and closed the net.

The three neatly lined rows of naval guards were very eye-catching; this was the encirclement and suppression squadron he was responsible for leading.

These men and women are elite soldiers selected from various battalions. Their uniforms are decorated with ribbons and epaulettes more than those of ordinary naval infantry, making them look more majestic and luxurious. They wear polished and shiny shell breastplates, which give people a sense of reliability and security at first glance.

No wonder the generals made them serve as guards.

The firearms issued are all high-quality products, and each gun is regularly maintained and cleaned by the Mechanical Order. In terms of firepower in this operation, each team even has a two-person heavy weapons team.

They are responsible for setting up heavy weapons to block the streets when officers lead the team to seal off the streets, to prevent certain emergencies that may occur and threaten the lives of the special envoys.

"Report to the commander, the naval guards have assembled!" A red-coated sergeant with a carefully tailored uniform saluted Horatio.

These Red Guards soldiers, who are dressed similarly to the British Royal Marines, have neat military appearances, good family backgrounds, a strict selection process, adequate logistical supplies and daily punctual training, which makes them exude an aura of honor and pride.

They attach great importance to their military appearance and meticulously maintain their image. They have iron eyes in their daily lives, demonstrating their outstanding discipline.

This is very different from the rough-and-tumble sailors on naval warships.

Horatio learned from the instructor that they had an advantage over armed sailors, and it was this advantage that allowed them to surpass the navy sailors and gain the honor of serving as the general's guard.

None of these soldiers who grew up and trained on the planet are Void Sons with mutated bodies, so they have a higher resistance to the Warp.

In order to facilitate the recruitment of armed sailors, nearly half of them were promoted directly from the sailors of the ships.

The long period of empty life has caused some physiological changes in their bodies.

For warships that frequently need to travel through the Warp, this is a potential risk of corruption and rebellion that must be taken.

Therefore, each battleship's bridge is assigned a company of naval guards, all of whom are selected from land dwellers and have no blood relationship with the crew. They are also rotated every time they sail, thus cutting off any communication between the two sides at the source.

They are only responsible for ensuring that the bridge is under the control of the Imperial Navy, and other matters on the battleship have nothing to do with them.

Especially after the sailors' mutiny and the assassination of Vice Admiral Hood, the navy has become extremely suspicious in recent days.

Whatever the reason, the Gothic Fleet will surely value and trust these Red Guards more for a long time.

"Guards, board the plane now. We are going to remove those who spread suspicion and slander."

Horatio was pleased with this spirited and energetic group and only gave a brief speech to the soldiers.

"Yes, sir, defend the honor of the fleet!"

The guards were neatly divided into three columns and boarded the Avis landing craft.

The landing craft took off slowly. The pilots from the naval aviation force operated the instruments skillfully. With the assistance of the Thinker Array, the engine warm-up was just finished. Refined promethium poured into the combustion chamber. A light blue tail flame spit out from the jet nozzle. The whole behemoth flew into the sky with a roar.

Although the official propaganda of the Human Empire is rigid and inflexible, and the religious atmosphere of asceticism and restraint is strong, in the various worlds with a high degree of autonomy, as part of the basic people's livelihood needs, the news and entertainment industries are still widely present in the Empire, and they are necessary and inevitable.

People who have the conditions have channels to receive information such as television, radio, newspapers and even the Thinker Array Network.

Even worse are restaurants and bars, which are entertainment venues for people to chat and talk, and are equipped with CRT televisions and radios.

Ordinary newspapers at two yuan a copy were the most common cheap news channel for the people of the empire.

It is easy to print, the materials are cheap, and the requirements for equipment, space, and structure are extremely low.

Spread across the vast hive planet.

Unregistered illegal printing houses often survive by printing gossip.

And the price is lower. With only half or even a quarter of the price of a regular newspaper, you can buy a newspaper with more stimulating content, enough to impress all kinds of sections of big and small heads, with entertainment value and a lot of topics for dinner table conversation.

For these printing houses, they do not need real news. They just need to make up stories about hot rumors and then make eye-catching [rational speculations]. This also saves the interview costs of cooperating with regular newspapers.

This has led to an extreme business model in which printing factories nurture their own "rumor makers".

Although it cannot be ruled out that there are indeed some truth fighters who are dissatisfied with the Imperial planetary government's control of the major media mouthpieces and oppose news distortion, and use this method to publish the truth concealed by the planetary government.

But most of the people who work with printing houses are out-and-out rumormongers, conspirators, and critics.

They are responsible for shaping the news into controversial and eye-catching "news". If there is no news that is attractive enough, they will make up news that can make people anxious.

These people never care about professional ethics and social impact, they only care about sales and profits.

These illegal newspapers and periodicals that are being spread will, to some extent, become the fertile ground for corruption, shaking the foundations of the empire from another perspective.

Now, they just happened to seize a gimmick that was worth making a fortune, and they made a fortune by eating the blood of Lieutenant General Hood.

But the Imperial Navy would not tolerate anyone running wild in their anchorage.

What's more, this is the Gothic Star Region, the home port of the Glorious Gothic Fleet!
"Clear these places! Add a few more machines! Quick, quick."

A small supervisor shouted at the skinny laborers beside him in a domineering manner. His face, which was not much fuller than the laborers', was flushed with excitement because of the extra bonuses promised by the boss recently.

The printing press roared as newspapers stained with low-quality ink were printed out, like a surging black and white stream.

The young supervisor picked up a piece of newspaper with wet ink on it, which gave off a pungent and unpleasant smell of chemical reagents.

"Oh, so many big things, I'm going to make a lot of money later." With the surge in sales, the stingy boss became a little more generous in the allowance. Touching the overtime pay that had just been paid in the sack, he kissed the newspaper affectionately and put it back in its place.

In an office behind the printing house.

"Thank you for the information you provided. The news is so valuable." A fat, middle-aged man with big ears, dressed in an inappropriate way that imitated the fashion of Shangchao, sat on a recliner, rubbing his greasy hands, grinning, and holding a gold coin in his palm. He thanked several people who provided information at the desk.

These people have cameras hanging on their bodies and wear dark hats on their heads. They look like "professional whistleblowers". They are obsessed with money and have no morals at all. They are the paparazzi among paparazzi.

One of the paparazzi handed the boss a list and some photos and said:

"You can add these photos to the color version. They will definitely help sell more of your newspaper!"

The boss took the list and photos with his stubby fingers, scanned them one by one, and his eyes lit up instantly.

"Where did you get all this good stuff?"

"It doesn't matter where I got it, what matters is that this will make us sell well."

The whistleblower who made the announcement also had a common philistine face in this industry, and his smile was as cunning as a goblin.

Outside the factory.

Louise led the Hell's Edge soldiers dressed as laborers and carried boxes, trying to sneak into the illegal printing factory hidden near the freight area.

According to the existing information, this factory building is ostensibly a registered warehouse under the name of a logistics and transportation company, but in fact it has long been converted into a place for spreading rumors and gossip by unscrupulous businessmen who are blinded by greed.

According to Horatio's plan, they were going to catch these guys red-handed and prove to Commander Elphinstone the efficiency and results of the newly-formed Special Warfare Division, so as to gain more administrative and military conveniences in the future.

In order to achieve this operational goal, the Hell Vanguards led by Louise will undertake important vanguard infiltration missions.

Louise pulled the brim of her cap even lower, and the large box she held in front of her chest well concealed her natural talent, which was still eye-catching even when she was wearing a tactical tube top.

The first two batches of Hell's vanguards had already infiltrated under her arrangement and instructions.

She followed the last two team members and entered with the same crowd.

"Wow, this butt is quite perky. When did we get such a perky butt?"

A supervisor passing by had his eyes light up, and he reached out and slapped Louise on the buttocks.

Her purple eyes, as cold as blades, under the brim of her hat stared fiercely at the other person's hand, and then she dodged nimbly, leaving the gangster empty-handed.

Louise's cold eyes and evasive movements made the supervisor, who had missed his target, very unhappy.

"Hey, you're just a lousy worker, and you've become really capable?" He gritted his teeth and cursed:

"Which line is this new female worker from? Don't you know that the salary you get every week depends on my mood? You little bitch who is a whore and still pretends to be a saint."

He looked ferocious and overturned the box in front of Louise.

With a thud, the box rolled to the ground and the recycled paper inside fell out.

Followed by.

The pair of big hands covered in ink, with rough skin and like dry bones stretched out towards Louise, wanting to drag her to the storage room next to her to give her a "severe lesson".

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