Chapter 75 02.0075: "Burning the Spider's Nest"

"Your Honorable Judge..." The leader of the Poison Spider Gang kept backing away.

Horatio has a replica of the Rose Knot on him, and although he is not an Inquisitor, having this item is equivalent to meeting an Inquisitor.

The leader of the Poison Spider Gang gasped. He knew very well that in the current situation, it was no use to say things like "one cannot recognize a great man" or "a great man does not bear grudges".

"I have a pharmaceutical factory with a lot of equipment. As long as you can get the formula, you can produce drugs. Ah, don't worry about the raw materials. I have supporting industries. The materials in them can be used to produce combat drugs. It's very profitable. As long as you let me go, these industries will be yours."

The leader of the Poison Spider Gang's brain was working rapidly under the instinct of survival.

Although he didn't know the reason, since the Rose Knot Holder would rob his brothel, it meant that the black-haired young man must be interested in other industries.

Horatio stepped forward with a gloomy face, pointing the huge black muzzle of the bolter at the bug's face.

"I'll find out where it is." Horatio's finger was on the trigger, the hammer ready to go.

"And! And! I have another piece of information that might interest you."

"explain."

"Can you please forgive me for my disobedience just now?"

Horatio was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice, "Okay."

"After a while, a cargo ship will dock with the PW-P-15 giant starport cargo area, and will smuggle a batch of military equipment and even hot melt."

[Metal? What does the gang need this for?]
"How did you know."

"In order to facilitate smuggling, the gangs here are now buying in groups, and we have also ordered dozens from them."

"When exactly?"

"Early next month, in ten days! Probably."

"What's the name of the ship?"

"I don't know the name of the ship, but it's from Lucius."

[Lucius's cargo ship... there's still molten metal inside, someone wants to cause trouble.]
Horatio narrowed his eyes.

"Sir, you must keep your word. Please forgive me."

[+Discovery of addictive psychoactive drugs+] Horatio heard Louise's report and looked at the blocks wrapped in linen piled up in the warehouse.

"I can forgive your previous disobedience, but now it seems that you have added another death penalty."

boom!
With a gunshot, blazing flames gushed out of the barrel like a leaping fire dragon.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!"

The scarred man was on fire all over. He screamed and flailed his body frantically, rushing backwards like a headless fly. He didn't run far before he fell forward, slid for several meters, and lay on the ground, burning fiercely. Soon he became a blackened charred corpse.

[+The flames of the God-Emperor will purify all of this+] Louise issued a purge order.

Huh~——

Fully armed, Leidos held a promethium flamethrower and vented the Emperor's wrath at the warehouse. As a naval engineering major, proficient use of flamethrowers is also part of the discipline, especially in a closed cabin, both the high temperature of the flame and the rapid consumption of oxygen are fatal to the Emperor's enemy.

Horatio leaned against the car, watching the blazing red flames grow higher and higher, the flames leaping out of the mottled roof, the steel bars gradually melting, and the main building began to collapse bit by bit.

Suddenly, sirens sounded behind us.

Horatio turned his head indifferently. The armored vehicle of the Hive Marshals came speeding over. The turret on the roof pointed the heavy logging gun at Horatio and the vehicle he was in. "You rioters, raise your hands. I will open fire when I count to three seconds. Three! Two!"

Horatio stood up calmly, facing the approaching armored vehicle, the bright red mark of the Inquisition swaying on his chest.

scoff-

The armored vehicles of the Nest City marshals braked suddenly, and the leading vehicle turned the steering wheel sharply, causing the following vehicles to rear-end each other one after another.

[+This is the Military Intelligence Headquarters. I am Captain Lord Sterling. Kill those guys who took the bribes. We don't need any survivors for this operation.+]

[+ Swift Wind No. 1 received +]

The Imperial Navy pilot, flying a Valkyrie fighter in mid-air, identified the armored vehicle that was chasing him on the ground. A series of parameter codes were mapped on the combat helmet.

『++Lock++』

The red lock box instantly turned green.

The pilot pressed the red button, and a burst of high-explosive rockets poured out from the multiple rocket launcher.

Bang bang bang!
A series of huge explosions raised a cloud of dust, the impact of the air wave lifted Horatio's clothes, the turret of the armored vehicle was blown high, and a broken and charred arm fell beside him.

The Poison Spider Gang mysteriously disappeared from the face of the earth. No one knew what happened, and not even a body was found.

Some speculated that it was an internal gang fight, some speculated that they were killed by a larger gang, and some speculated that they provoked the Ministry of Justice and were eradicated.

All speculation perfectly avoided the Imperial Navy.

Under Horatio's arrangement, the 'Labor Gang' occupied the Spider Gang's factories and their supporting industries, leaving unnecessary but high-value industries such as casinos and brothels to other gangs. This prevented the 'Labor Gang' from becoming the biggest beneficiary and prevented those with ulterior motives from having the opportunity to reverse all clues.

The underground intelligence network is recovering at an incredible speed, and every laborer nearby may be Horatio's spy or indirectly provide him with intelligence.

Some issues that have long been ignored by the planet's government are gradually surfacing, and he needs to connect these clues one by one to investigate the conspiracy of the four gods.
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"What is missing from a sustainable intelligence network?"

"The work and raw materials have been solved for now. Although our formula can only produce some simple primary medicines, there is a problem." Deacon Jonathan analyzed to Horatio who was inspecting the pharmaceutical factory.

Horatio looked at the large pharmaceutical factory. The workers had spent several days cleaning it up. In addition, there were already sterile rooms and machine tools, so from an environmental perspective, it met the Empire's standards for civilian pharmaceutical factories.

The workshop has already started pre-production, and some workers in sterile suits are operating instruments inside.

"Even if we produce medical bandages and disinfectant alcohol according to the regulations, it is already very difficult to find a guild alliance to obtain production qualifications. It depends on connections and this..."

The deacon rubbed some money and said, "How about we try counterfeiting? Otherwise, the products we produce can only flow into the black market at a low value. The intelligence network can't always rely on you to pay for it. It must be able to operate independently."

Horatio thought quickly about the channel.

This qualification is essentially a production license. Only with this license will the planetary government allow the products of this factory to be circulated on the market.

But there is more than just one kind of charter. Some are issued by planetary governments, some are issued by the Ministry of the Interior, some are issued by guilds, and some are issued by the state religion and the Astartes Order.

Some franchises are equivalent to production qualifications, some are equivalent to bidding documents, and the core feature is that there are too many and too complicated numbers, and the standards are completely inconsistent.

[A bunch of super administrative replies unique to the 40K universe, the kind that even Guilliman can't save, this is the Empire.]
If this is the case, he then needs to do two things: obtain a franchise and a stable supply and demand channel.

Suddenly, an idea struck Horatio.

"Give me a few samples of what's been produced."

(End of this chapter)