Chapter 214 04.0213: "You dare to open the naval officer's box today, what do you want to do tomorrow?"

Just as the rough big hands reached towards her like eagle claws.

Pfft!
Louise quickly grabbed the other person's wrist with her backhand, and used the force to pull the supervisor, causing him to stagger and fall forward with a thump.

Then she nimbly rolled up her arms, kicked her legs, and pressed down, performing a set of grappling techniques smoothly, smashing the ugly pockmarked face to the ground on the spot.

The thick lips were instantly scraped by the cold, dirty, rough ground until they were bloody, and the row of black and yellow teeth on both sides of the front teeth were shattered into pieces on the ground.

"Uhhhhhhh!! You little bitch! What the hell is going on?"

The supervisor screamed in pain, his heart filled with fear, blood foam mixed with broken teeth in his mouth, and he struggled while cursing incoherently.

Who could have thought that this young and inexperienced female worker with some skills would actually dare to attack him.

He cursed and tried to resist.

Louise didn't hesitate and kneed the man's most vulnerable part on the spot.

Snap! ——

The sound of a broken hip was heard instantly.

"Ow! Ow! Ow!"

The supervisor, who was completely devastated, collapsed to the ground in an instant, curled up into a ball, squirming like a maggot, and uttered screams like a pig being slaughtered.

"Fuck it, who is the blind guy who wants to rebel?" Several thugs inside rushed out after hearing the noise. One of them even pulled out a short assault automatic rifle, looking very fierce.

call out! ——

Suddenly, there was the roar of an engine and the sound of a loudspeaker broadcasting outside the door.

"We are the Imperial Navy Garrison Law Enforcement Team! No one below is allowed to move! Anyone who resists will be regarded as treason and will be killed without mercy!"

The automatic sentry gun on the Avila landing craft, under the control of the Thinker Array, aimed its black barrel at the criminals below.

The sound of running shoes suddenly rose up.

The orderly production line was interrupted in an instant. The chaotic sounds of running and shouting spread, mixed with a few unexpected screams, scaring the ordinary workers inside so much that they looked at each other in horror and fell into a state of great confusion.

The overseers who were able to look out were horrified to see that a large group of soldiers in scarlet uniforms, armed with rifles, and wearing ribbons and gold shoulder boards had surrounded the building.

Even if they tried to run to another factory building through the stairs or windows and steal a shuttle to escape, the navy's gunboats would surround them in mid-air.

What was even more terrifying was that these soldiers had set up heavy weapons not far away. They looked like they were here to enforce the law. They looked like they were suppressing a rebellion.

Dressed in a deep and majestic indigo uniform, Horatio led the soldiers to charge the gate with a saber-shaped power sword in one hand and a gleaming silver officer-shaped navy bolter pistol in the other.

"Imperial Navy search, drop your weapons and surrender immediately!" he roared.

But the supervisor holding the short-barreled automatic rifle was not sure whether he was frightened or wanted to try to resist.

He was still holding the gun tremblingly, looking around with an uncertain expression.

"I say! Drop the gun!" Horatio shouted, pointing the sword at his face.

While the man was still hesitating, Horatio shot him without hesitation.

With a bang, the man's upper body was blown into pieces by the navy bomb and stuck to the wall, while blood and tissue fragments stuck to the thugs beside him.

"Soldier, sir, don't kill me... don't shoot..."

When the low-level thugs holding sticks saw this tragic scene, they screamed like hens, recovered from their frightened state, knelt on the ground, dropped the thorny sticks in their hands, and raised their hands to beg for mercy.

Under the leadership of Horatio, the naval guards quickly took control of the gate. The guards drove the surrendered thugs to the wall with bayonets, ordered them to hold the wall with their hands, turn their backs to the crowd, and began to search their bodies.

"Horatio, the situation inside the factory is under control." Archie popped his head out of the factory and shouted to him.

When Horatio entered the printing house, Archie, who had sneaked in beforehand, had already brought his men to control the situation inside.

The boxes that these intruders were holding were filled with guns.

At this time, these plainclothes scouts were pointing their guns at those dishonest people and ordering everyone to kneel down.

Red-clad soldiers rushed over from all directions.

They kicked down the doors of each room, arrested everyone they saw, and conducted a thorough search.

People were constantly pushed into the hall with bayonets pointed at them, and occasionally the sound of laser firing could be heard - they had obtained permission to shoot and kill any rebels in this operation.

Horatio came over with Louise.

He looked at the printing machines that were emitting a foul smell and couldn't help but frown. He walked to the paper outlet of a machine, where a thick stack of finished newspapers had already been piled up.

He struggled to pick up a hot, sticky, cheap newspaper with his white-gloved hands and examined the contents.

The material costs of these illegal newspaper printing factories are much cheaper than those of regular manufacturers.

The ink used emits a pungent odor, which is obviously harmful to human health even by intuitive judgment.

The paper is also recycled melted waste pulp, which feels rough, thin and easily torn.

Even such low-quality newspapers still sold well thanks to their eye-catching rumors and scandals, so much so that an increasing number of illegal printing plants were opened.

As soon as Captain Elphinstone sends people to check out one batch, a large number of them will soon spring up like mushrooms after rain.

This is a typical case of 'wildfires cannot be extinguished, they will spring up again with the spring breeze'.

He looked intently at the contents of the newspaper, and Louise, who was about the same height as him, came up from behind him curiously.

Just the moment she glanced at the title, her clear and sharp beautiful purple eyes widened.

It was written on it: "Vice Admiral Alexander Hood, the head of the military intelligence department, was assassinated, and the internal power struggle of the Gothic Fleet has come to light! Is this a moral collapse, or a distortion of human nature? ! "

"The Gothic Fleet is openly fighting among itself, and a great lieutenant is being sacrificed for personal gain?"

'In-depth revelations! A shadow of gloom looms over the Gothic Fleet. Did the power struggle lead to yesterday's tragedy? What is the meaning of the fleet's existence?'

A series of big words slandered the Gothic Fleet completely.

It seemed as if all the events of yesterday were caused by the dereliction of duty and infighting of the Gothic Fleet.

Even the lieutenant general himself was said to be the leader of a certain faction and was assassinated.

The content is distorted and exaggerated, and the stench of conspiracy theory is revealed between the lines.

The scary thing is that the content is so well written, with twists and turns, thrilling plot and plenty of suspense.

It also contains rich content about captains and their secretaries, directors and their assistants, staff and officers, etc., coupled with a variety of erotic, lustful and sexual scenes, which are vivid and eye-catching.

If Horatio did not know the inside story, outsiders who knew nothing about the fleet would be immediately drawn into the rhythm as long as their judgment and identification ability was poor, and they would fall into deep disappointment and anger at the fleet's corrupt and dark current situation.

Anyone with a little patriotism will inevitably begin to criticize and denounce, and when the scale reaches a certain level, it will naturally cause an uproar against the fleet.

It is even possible that a planetary pilgrimage movement will break out.

Enough to destroy all the Imperial Navy's PR efforts.

He was extremely angry, but he suppressed his anger and turned the newspaper over.

You don’t know until you turn it over, and it’s even more amazing once you turn it over.

The content divided the naval officers into several extremely opposing factions, just like the Roman Civil War, and under these factions, there were numerous small factions that were intertwined and infiltrated with each other.

To increase credibility, it even included personal information of some newly enlisted naval officers.

Using a first-person perspective interview and tone from a navy officer, it tells how they had no choice after joining the navy as officers, and were forced to take sides in the military struggle under coercion and inducement.

The fierce factional struggle within the Gothic Fleet is vividly described.

In other words, these guys were so bold as to open the box of a distinguished Imperial Navy officer.

If even a small illegal printing house has the ability to open a box of private information of junior officers in the Imperial Navy today, then in the assassination of Vice Admiral Hood, wouldn't the actions of the middle and high-level officers of the Navy have already been seen through by the enemy?

Those who could know this information about the navy were either people from the Imperial Navy itself, or people from the higher-level department, namely the Ministry of the Interior, as well as those related to the State Religion and the Fleet.

But Horatio knew that naval officers were generally not short of money, and they were highly professional and had all passed the assessment of the Star Domain Navy Department.

There is no reason for them to ruin their bright future for petty gains and jump into an abyss of no return.

Although there is no guarantee that there won't be any, chaos has plenty of ways to infiltrate and manipulate people's will.

But the problem is most likely either with the Ministry of the Interior or with the state religion. Especially with the latter, some signs have already appeared in the investigation.

"This is outrageous! Bring their boss here!" Horatio was furious. He threw the newspaper full of rumors and spoke in a tone as if he wanted to pull out the skin and tendons of someone.

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