Chapter 267 04.0266: "Abyss Harbor Unrestricted Fighting Tournament Officially Begins"

The gentleman looked at Horatio tremblingly, and saw his terrifying blue eyes through the gap in the mask.

"Oh, it's you, Mr. Stoner Abrams. It's been a while since we last met." Horatio's tone suddenly became polite, and he even used honorifics, but unfortunately everyone could hear the extreme coldness in his voice.

"Ah!" The gentleman screamed when he was named.

Of course Horatio knew this guy.

He is the director of the orphanage. Barani’s success today is inseparable from this man’s advice and dedicated support.

The tall and thin man named Stoner Abrams, whose hair he was pulling, was wearing an exquisite khaki tuxedo and a tall hat embroidered with gold.

If he wasn't in such a disheveled state now, he would definitely look like a very gentleman with his usual elegant and polite demeanor.

It is difficult to associate this respectable gentleman with Xiachao - just like, who would have thought that this gentleman was actually a beast in human form with an extremely speculative nature, but was unlucky, failed in business many times, lost a lot of money, and finally followed Dean Barany around and made a fortune by reselling the supplies allocated by the empire to orphans?

"I was wrong, I was wrong, I won't dare to do it again. Please forgive me."

"Forgive you?" Horatio demanded:
"Who was it that almost beat me to death because I asked the cook for an extra mouthful of corpse starch? He beat me half to death and threw me in the dungeon, waiting to be sold to the gang as 'organ livestock' the next day?"

Horatio remembered clearly that this incident was the reason why he escaped from the Lower Nest Orphanage.

Because supplies were withheld and resold, he was hungry and asked the cook for an extra mouthful of corpse starch. He almost became an "organ livestock".

Finally, when he was beaten half to death and thrown into a dungeon waiting to be sold at a low price, he found a dog hole, crawled out of it, escaped from that "grand" hell, and began his life in the underworld.

"That is... is..."

"You don't repent, but you're even more ruthless. You even dared to assassinate the Vice Admiral of the Imperial Navy? You're so bold!"

boom!
Horatio grabbed the gentleman's hair by the back of his head and slammed it to the ground.

The gentleman's entire nose bridge was shattered in an instant, and blood spurted out of his nose like a fountain.

"Oooooh! Aa ...

"Where is that guy!"

“Ha…here…here…”

boom!
"what!!"

Before he could hesitate and start to make up a lie with his habitual and liar mouth, Horatio had already seen through his trick and knocked him to the ground before he could sort out his thoughts.

This time, the stone bricks broke, and the gentleman's entire row of front teeth were shattered along with his lips. A big bump appeared on his forehead, which was red and stained with bright red blood.

"Wuwuwu, um, on the Apocalypse!" The man shivered and mumbled, "But you can't check the assets of the state religion without permission. Your Gothic Fleet is at the center of the storm and can't afford the price."

"I'm telling you, even if your evil master comes today, don't try to stop me!" After saying that, Horatio grabbed the gentleman's hair and walked towards the basement of the church.

The gentleman's screams were trapped by the force field shield and did not affect the ceremony at all.

"Where...where are you taking me?!"

"Your favorite place." Horatio sneered.

He had already led his men to find out that there was a bloody and brutal arena hidden underground in the church.

These powerful people and corrupt clergymen actually kidnapped the poor laborers from Zhongchao and threw them into the Colosseum, where they watched them being torn to pieces by mutated beasts fed with drugs for their own amusement.

In order not to alert the enemy, Horatio did not bring anyone to clean up the area in advance.

Now, these ferocious beasts are of some use.

"Ah! Ah!" Horatio came to the edge of the arena, grabbed the gentleman's hair and threw him down.

During this process, a large piece of the man's scalp was pulled off along with all the hair on top of his head.

This was the result of a hair transplant surgery he underwent with the money he earned from the resale of orphan relief supplies. Before, he was no different from a bald man.

The gentleman fell on his butt on the sand filled with the stench of corpses and feces. When he stood up, he put one hand on something soft buried under the sand.

“Ah!” The man suddenly pulled his hand back, and pulled his hand, which was covered in blood and rotten flesh, out from the half-collapsed face that was rotten to the point that the eyeballs had rolled out.

This was a rotten, smelly, and mutilated body of a victim.

The iron gate next to it slowly opened.

"Hey?...Ah?" The man curled up in a corner.

Horatio drew a crude spear from the weapons rack above and threw it over, burying it at the man's feet.

This is the beast fighting weapon they use on the kidnapped Zhongchao laborers.

After throwing the spear, Horatio turned and left this blasphemous arena. Someone with a flamethrower would come to deal with this mess.

After a while, he heard the roar of the beast, the scream of the man, the pounce, the brutal bite, and the heart-wrenching scream.

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Help! Help me! Ah!!"

Soon, the screams stopped, leaving only the sound of the beast tearing flesh and chewing bones.
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"In order to eliminate the cancer that has been harming the citizens of the Empire for a long time, we have decided to carry out a crackdown on the mob organizations and rebels who are preparing to launch an attack at the triumphal ceremony.

So far, more than 30 or 40 military and police officers have been killed by rioters in the operation, and no civilians have died in the operation. The Alliance feels extremely sad for these lost martyrs, but this has only strengthened our determination to fight criminal rebellion.

After resolution, the alliance declared martial law at this moment.

To ensure your safety, please do not leave your homes as a resident of the Vegas Middle Nest, and please do not go to the underground world as a resident of the Upper Nest.

Finally, I wish all the citizens of the Empire enjoy today's grand ceremony at the Abyss Harbor Triumphal Ceremony. Thank you for listening, and see you next time."

On the TV channel in the Vegas area, the female host was reporting the martial law order of the Guild Alliance Government with an expressionless face.

Because the situation had not escalated to the upper nest of the triumphal ceremony, the various departments of the empire at this critical juncture could still turn a blind eye to the actions of the guild alliance. After all, in the eyes of their superiors, these guild tycoons were loyal generals who paid double tithes.

Gunfire ripped through the Vegas underground.

The militants of the National Army who responded hastily were suppressed by intensive heavy firepower behind rough bunkers.

"What the hell are these soldiers doing? How dare they take action today? Ah!" Even ordinary civilians who showed their support for the Citizen Army and students who spontaneously rescued the wounded were also shot at.

There were constant cries and wails.

"Citizens of Vegas!" a young woman with a tearful voice shouted on the radio:

"Now the military and police of the Guild Alliance are attacking the city center! Our beloved relatives and friends are being killed by the military and police! Let us stand up and fight them to the end! We must fight to the end and protect our homes and our families at all costs!"

Faced with the indiscriminate shooting of people on the streets by the Guild Alliance military and police under martial law, there was also the black terror of occasionally rushing into houses and shops, dragging those who looked like militants to the ground and beating them to death with sticks and gun butts.

The residents of Zhongchao were scared and angry.

After hearing the cries on the radio, many people gritted their teeth and rushed to the Citizen Army to collect the privately stored guns.

Civilians and citizen militiamen built barricades on the streets to block the advance of the guild alliance's military and police.

Even under the leadership of the citizen army leader Houston Feuilly and Enjolras' passionate call, they took the initiative to use favorable terrain to counterattack and advance.

They actually captured a Hive Police security fortress located in the K-7 block of the Middle Nest.

The citizen army and civilians who volunteered to help occupied the building, using the commanding heights and captured light weapons to fire at the approaching guild alliance military and police.

Soon, casualties occurred on both sides.

Arbitrator Javert, disguised as a civilian, followed the citizen army militants to the building. He wanted to see whether these people should be dealt with by the Ministry of Justice.

Having once been framed by civilians and his entire team died tragically in the Lower Nest, he has very little trust in the civilians in the Middle and Lower Nests, especially the armed elements who started the uprising.

If he were five years younger, he, who hated evil, would probably have killed these people with one blow, but now, he wanted to see what these people were up to.

As he made his way through the crowd, he saw a girl whom he thought he had seen with Horatio.

This puzzled the arbitrator. As an officer of the Imperial Navy, how could there be people who participated in the riot next to him? He planned to take a closer look at the situation.

"Dad, why are you here too?" Looking at a familiar figure in the crowd, Yin Shuyao became anxious.

She was caught up in the crowds and gunfights along the way. Seeing that she couldn't escape, she had to follow her cousin to help stop the bleeding and bandage the wounded.

As a result, she saw her father in the building again.

"These guys are really going too far! The bounty hunters they hired, those thugs! They broke into our store and stole the money from our counter! Your tuition for next year was in it! I tried to stop them, but they threatened me with a gun.

Then the military police rushed in, and regardless of whether the guests inside were members of the Citizen Army or not, they just started beating them, leaving them with bloody heads and even death!"

The man's tactical movements were surprisingly skillful and his marksmanship was accurate. He had used an automatic rifle to accurately shoot several military and police officers at their weak knees, knocking them to the ground.

It's hard not to wonder if he had a long military career.

"Dad, get out of here. Aa ...

With a bang, a high-explosive bomb hit the security building, shaking the building and causing the crowd to scream.

"What's wrong!" people whispered and looked outside.

"It's a tank! The Guild Alliance has sent out the tanks! God Emperor is above!"

I saw several Leman Russ tanks with bulldozer components in front of them pushing away the barricades and slowly driving towards the building, firing as they drove.

Yin Shuyao, who had profound knowledge and had gained some experience after being with Horatio for so long, looked out from the wall.

Judging from the logos on them, these armored units are the private property of the Guild Alliance.

Inside the Ministry of Interior’s office.

“Dear Minister, given the current serious situation, in order to quickly put out the unrest and nip in the bud any signs that may affect the smooth progress of the triumphal procession.

We hope to mobilize our armed planetary defense forces and marshals to suppress the riot in the midhive."

The representative of the Guild Alliance spoke respectfully to Minister Hank of the Ministry of Administrative Affairs.

The planetary governor must obtain the approval of the local planet's Ministry of the Interior before dispatching planetary defense forces, otherwise it will involve a series of major issues involving loyalty and planetary control.

Minister Hank pouted, his eyebrows knitted into a figure eight shape, and looked at Humphrey with a slightly confused look: "There was a riot in the middle nest?"

"I haven't heard of that." Humphrey shrugged.

"Since we don't know, unfortunately, we cannot issue you an order to mobilize the planetary defense force." The minister also shrugged.

"Look, they have occupied a small security fortress. This is an act of rebellion against Tiangang and an unforgivable act of riot!" The representative of the Guild Alliance took out an advanced holographic projector and showed the current situation of the siege of Zhongchao to the people from the Administrative Affairs Department.

"Oh my God." Minister Hank put down his teacup.

His bright mind was thinking quickly.

What should we do if this really turns into a riot? But the Navy Department also warned us yesterday that if the Guild Alliance requests the mobilization of planetary defense forces, we should just use the tactic of procrastination.

Since the Navy Department helped the Administrative Affairs Department to resolve the public relations issue, now it is time for the Administrative Affairs Department to repay the Navy Department.

Minister Hank glanced suggestively at Bernard Woolley.

Bernard immediately understood: "Ah, sir, today is a happy day. We will certainly approve matters that are detrimental to the glorious image of Abyss Port, but you also know that everything must go through administrative procedures."

"Administrative procedures? By the time you finish the administrative procedures, I'm afraid the Hive City bailiffs will have finished fighting." The wig-wearing Guild Alliance representative said anxiously.

"There is no way around it. The administration reports to higher levels and then approves it again."

Seeing that it was not possible to do it directly, the representative of the Guild Alliance rubbed his hands and said with a smile: "Everyone, I am also acting on the orders of the planetary governor. If this cannot be done well, I will not go back to report. How about you three name a price and make some concessions."

Minister Hank lay back in his chair, made a face, and yawned to show that he was sleepy.

Sir Humphrey acted as if he had not heard anything and turned the pages of his brief book.

"Sir, the administrative affairs reception window is opening. Please go to window 3672 on the third floor to queue up for registration. It is estimated that you will have to wait 3678 hours for the green channel. See you in 153 days." Finally, Bernard Woolley took the initiative to greet them and guide them.

(End of this chapter)