Chapter 3 01.0003: "A young man who is a gangster in the lower nest will not dream of a beautiful girl who hunts for the Ministry of Justice"

The scarred burly man's fist went straight to Horatio's face, and the force did not seem to leave him any chance of survival.

"Die to me!!!"

"+Activating Power Fist...100%+"

『+Power Fist Activation Completed+』

Bang!
A muffled sound was heard in the carriage.

"Ugh! Ouch! Ouch!" The sturdy man looked shocked and kept making weird noises from his mouth.

His fist, as big as a sandbag, hit Horatio's iron palm straight in the air.

Horatio, who was slightly shorter than the sturdy man, had a gloomy face and sneered.

Click!

The next second, the sturdy man's fist turned into meat paste in Horatio's hand, and blood, flesh and bones were squeezed out from between the metal fingers as if they were in a meat grinder.

"Ah!!!!" The strong man burst into tears immediately, and tears and blood flowed out like a faucet.

boom!
Horatio frowned, raised his hand and punched the scarred man's face, which was full of surprise and pain.

The riot helmet and the head turned into countless pieces in an instant, and sprayed backwards like an exploding broadsword mine, knocking several cultists off balance and covering them in blood.

The headless body of the scarred burly man was knocked to the ground by the huge force.

Horatio had a gloomy look on his face, and he shook his iron hand with a look as if it were trash, shaking off the sticky flesh and blood tissue on it.

Everyone was stunned. They couldn't imagine that this was something a mortal could do.

Even the female huntsman who was kneeling on the ground was staring at Horatio, who was wearing a blood-stained prisoner uniform, with a look of horror.

Normally, only the Emperor's Angels of Death, fully-armored Space Marines, could achieve such tremendous force.

How could he just rely on that old prosthetic limb that looked neither advanced nor cutting-edge...

While everyone was surprised, Horatio stepped over the blood and rushed forward like an arrow, ready to end the battle quickly.

"Alas!!!"

The sound of heavy footsteps approaching suddenly woke the cultists up from their dreams, and goose bumps instantly appeared all over their bodies.

"Strange...monster..."

These guys were trembling all over and kept retreating.

Although they were ordered to stay alive, their survival instinct made them unable to obey orders.

Suddenly, a tingling sensation spread throughout Horatio's body, as if an electric current was running through his body.

boom!boom!
A man's shaking fingers pulled the trigger twice in a muscle spasm.

[!] Horatio felt a burning pain in his shoulder.

The first bullet grazed his shoulder, leaving a small bloody mark. If it had gone a few millimeters downward, it would have directly blown off his shoulder blade.

Horatio took a few deep breaths and felt a little scared.

But he quickly recalled the advice his instructor had given him - when facing vicious criminals, he must not lose his composure, let alone show fear.

So he tried his best to suppress his confusion, not showing any surprise on his face, still looking cold and ruthless, as if it didn't matter.

The prosthetic limb just felt a bump, and Horatio's eyes fell on the iron hand, between the two fingers of which was a steaming deformed bullet.

That was the second bullet.

[Is this the risk-avoidance instinct brought about by the Omen Tarot...]
pat.

He pinched the bullet head into a silver iron flower like a corn.

The cultists seemed to have lost their souls, with only despair in their eyes.

With the lesson just learned, Horatio suddenly came to his senses - he was not a Space Marine. As a mortal, he would die if shot. He had to remain cautious until he was completely safe.

He immediately pulled off the cushion of the bench with a steel plate inserted in it and used it to block in front of him, then bent down and took a step forward to continue his attack.

In order to prevent the bullet from ricocheting and injuring the Huntress on the ground, he turned the padded side towards the enemy so that the bullet would embed itself and not bounce around.

Whoosh—the air made a torn scream, and a burst of rapid and short gunfire came to an abrupt end.

Horatio slashed at the nearest man with his hand knife, and the steel automatic gun body, helmet and man were instantly smashed into a V shape.

“Ah! Ouch!!”

These guys are elite strong men of the Slaanesh Cult. After receiving long and rigorous training, they were specially sent to carry out the "executionary siege" operation to attack the Ministry of Justice bailiffs.

But this group of grown men are now screaming as if they have seen a ghost.

At the end of the carriage, the dim light cast a human figure on the wall.

Hands up, hands down.

Every time it fell, a round pool of blood would splash on the cabin wall, and every time it rose, a long string of blood spots would be thrown out.

The air gradually became filled with blood, terrified wails, miserable screams, and desperate groans intertwined and echoed in this small carriage.

But the killing did not stop there...

Click!

The rear armored hatch was pulled open, and a cultist jumped down in panic. He fell half to death as soon as he hit the ground, and before he could get up, he was crushed into a bloody pulp by the car behind him.

The last guy was stunned after seeing this scene, and his legs kept shaking.

"What are you still standing there for? Come down."

A young man's voice came from behind.

"Ah!" The cultist screamed in despair, the hairs on his body stood up, and a warm current, accompanied by a foul odor coming from his crotch, gushed out uncontrollably.

Bang! ——

Horatio swung up the steel-plated seat cushion and charged for a blow.

The cultist's waist instantly broke into an inverted V shape, and his whole body flew out, hitting the front of the truck following behind heavily, turning into a pool of disgusting dirty blood.

[I'm so sorry, brother.]
Horatio clasped his hands together at the truck driver and closed the door apologetically.

Horatio, sweating all over, leaned against the door and gasped for breath. The strong smell of blood mixed with the unpleasant smell of feces and urine in the carriage made him feel a little nauseous.

Horatio frowned and spat in the face of one of the dead men.

After pulling out a handkerchief from the chest of a corpse and wiping his bloody iron hand clean, Horatio straightened his numb and aching waist and looked at the handcuffed female huntsman.

The moment their eyes met, the embarrassed female hunter was the first to avoid sight, like a wild wolf and a doe that stepped into a trap.

Her hands were handcuffed behind her back, and her plump body was lying on the ground in an S shape, looking badly damaged in battle.

Fortunately, there was a layer of heat-insulating tight combat suit with the Sky Eagle logo underneath that protected her last bit of dignity and prevented her from exposing herself.

Horatio threw the soiled handkerchief aside and walked towards the huntress.

"Don't come over here! Death row prisoner, I will definitely kill you." Seeing Horatio, covered in blood, coming towards her, the Huntress trembled.

Her cheeks were swollen from being slapped, and she was shaking all over and gasping for breath. Her threatening words seemed so weak and even a little ridiculous.

His voice, as clear as a lark, was slightly hoarse, and his tone was one of fear and hatred. His fierce expression with red and swollen cheeks made him look aggrieved but trying hard to maintain his dignity.

One is a volunteer policeman from the Ministry of Justice, and the other is a death row prisoner who was escorted by himself.

Horatio could understand her distrust and fear. She was not wrong, and the conflict between the two was just a matter of fairness.

He squatted beside her, carefully avoiding the girl's sensitive parts, and turned her over quite gentlemanly. "What do you want to do...!"

As soon as Horatio touched the girl, the huntress struggled desperately, kicking her long legs this way and that, but she couldn't touch Horatio at all.

"Don't move, save your energy. How do I unlock this thing?" He searched the female hunter's body for a long time but couldn't find the key to the handcuffs.

"These are biometric handcuffs. Find the touch pad on them, and then... Ugh!"

Horatio was looking for a way to unlock the handcuffs and accidentally touched a red button. The female hunter's body twitched instantly and her shiny almond eyes rolled up.

After a while, her tense body relaxed and she breathed in the turbid air in the car.

[Hmm...it seems this is a discharge switch to prevent the prisoner from escaping.]
"...You bastard, you must have done it on purpose!" The paralysis from the electric current made saliva flow from the corners of his mouth.

Her hair was disheveled and she stared at Horatio fiercely, but she could do nothing to him.

"How do I untie it? I'm in a hurry."

"Press my finger..."

Horatio did as she said and bent the girl's slender fingers to an extreme angle before he could barely touch them.

"Mmm! Mmm!! Gently, gently!" The corners of the female hunter's mouth twitched and she bit her red lips tightly.

"Okay, it's unlocked." The moment the huntress pressed her fingers on it, the handcuffs were automatically unlocked.

She was almost raped and was trembling all over. She looked extremely scared and subconsciously tried to protect herself.

The moment the handcuffs were removed from the girl's wrists, the next second, the pistol was almost instinctively pulled out of the holster at her waist.

[Instinctive stress response!]
"Calm down, officer," Horatio said gently.

He reacted very quickly and put a hand on her hand, failing to snatch it away, but also pointing the gun towards the ceiling. His index finger pressed against the trigger to prevent it from being pulled, and his slender ring finger pushed up the safety.

The Huntress pursed her lips and stared into Horatio's blue eyes with hostility and fear, like a wounded deer.

Her slender hands couldn't stop shaking.

"I won't hurt you. We are safe now. Don't be afraid. Put down your gun." Horatio said seriously with a serious look in his eyes.

The Huntress lowered her head and knelt on the ground, her soft golden hair scattered on her shoulders. She said nothing, her index finger tightly on the trigger. Finally, she was softened by Horatio's comfort and gradually let go of the gun.

At a very close distance, Horatio could faintly hear her suppressed sobs.

The girl could no longer control her emotions and sobbed softly. Tears as big as beans fell from the corners of her pretty eyes, and the tear marks ruined the makeup on her pretty face.

A girl of sixteen or seventeen is still a girl after all. She did not shed tears in front of so many people just now. She was already as strong as she could be.

After the dangerous situation happened, when I recalled the danger just now, my emotions were more or less difficult to control, which led to the stressful behavior just now.

Horatio could understand her feelings, but he didn't know how to comfort her. He could only pat her back gently, afraid that she would choke from crying.

after awhile.

The huntress tried her best to suppress her sobs. Her brows knitted tightly together, her lips moved slightly, and she spoke in a hoarse voice, "How did you know? The conspiracy of the cultists, and the police sign language."

"Uh……"

The first words the Huntress said stumped Horatio.

[I can’t say that I’m from 3K Ancient Terra, and I’m half your colleague, and I can see fragments of the future.]
According to the conservative nature of the empire, once these strange, flashy and unknown things are exposed, the only thing that awaits them is death or tragic death.

Horatio rolled his eyes to the right, thinking quickly about the reply in his mind.

"I beat up a few sneaky guys in the jail, and they told me their plan. As for sign language, I've been battling wits and courage with the cops for so long, of course I can understand it."

Horatio lied without blushing.

Suddenly, the forward movement caused by braking made the already messy interior of the car even more chaotic.

Horatio reached out to hold the seat cushion, and with one hand he lifted the huntress from the blood-stained floor of the carriage to her seat.

"Get up and get your gear on. I'm afraid we've reached the lair of those guys."

After a while, the riot door separating the cockpit and the carriage made a sound of opening.

"We're here! You've all had your fun, it's our turn..."

The cultist who came out of the carriage yawned and said half of his words. When he saw the mess of corpses everywhere in the carriage, he swallowed his words back.

Horatio and the Huntress stared at him at the same time, their eyes sharper, colder and more fierce than each other.

The Huntress tried to rush forward, but was pushed back into her seat by Horatio.

"Just put on your equipment and leave the rest to me." The face that had been quite kind just now suddenly turned cold.

The huntress stared at the young man, and somehow she unexpectedly felt a sense of long-lost peace of mind.

The cultists involuntarily stepped back and staggered away.

"Close the door quickly and inform the chief priest that the two sacrifices are out of control! Quick!"

After saying that, he slapped the emergency closing switch, and the heavy riot door closed quickly.

"Huh." The man took a deep breath and wiped the cold sweat from his head.

Click! ——

Before he could pick up the communicator, an extremely sharp and piercing sound startled the two people in the cab and they turned around suddenly.

I saw an iron hand stuck in the gap of the door that was about to close. If it were an ordinary limb, it would have been cut off on the spot, but the iron hand in front of me not only did not deform at all, but squeezed and deformed the riot door that was eight centimeters thick!
Behind the gap, a pair of cold and terrifying blue eyes stared at them, like a beast hiding in the darkness.

"Don't you want to come out and play? Why are you hiding?"

The cold words were like sharp ice cones that pierced the two people's hearts that were about to jump out of their bodies.

ga-

The riot door was violently pushed back, with a sharp scraping sound between the gears.

The temperature of Horatio's arm was rising, and the radiator was spewing out scalding coolant steam.

"Well!"

Click bang!

The two cultists were dumbfounded. This was a security riot door that could only be penetrated by anti-armor weapons. It was eight centimeters thick and weighed half a ton!

He was pushed back by this skinny guy with his bare hands? ?

Hiss—the mist from the coolant became more and more, until it blurred the vision.

In the steaming curtain, a figure stood upright, staggering, looking particularly eerie and terrifying in the mist.

Da da.

The dull sound of footsteps came closer and closer.

"Ah...ah!" The first guy who opened the door was dumbfounded and his face turned pale, as if he had seen a ghost in the middle of the night.

boom!
Suddenly, the sound of gunpowder exploding was heard from the small cab.

The man turned his head and saw the church member in the passenger seat with his mouth wide open, face up, eyes hopeless and lifeless, lying on the operating table. Blood was gushing from the back of his head and soaking the dashboard. A pistol fell to the ground from his limp hands.

"The real...devil..."

Before he could turn around, Horatio took a step forward.

Puff!
The inside of the one-way windshield was stained with large patches of scarlet from the sticky blood and flesh from a slap.

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