Chapter 35

Now, let alone Take's suspicion, Alvin himself was a bit suspicious of whether he was Aluman's illegitimate son.

The deflection field device was fine, but the gun Aluman gave him... if he wasn't mistaken, that thing should be the legendary plasma pistol that is loyal and never overheats!

【Item detected: Spiral-type Subatomic Plasma Pistol (Fine)】

【Effective range 100 meters, lethal range 200 meters, there will be a 25.73-second charging time between each shot, but it will be extremely unstable after five shots, and it is easy to overheat and explode】

【Energy provided: 1000 units】

Sure enough, it really is a plasma pistol!

Alvin couldn't help but gasp, his eyes full of shock.

No, what is the relationship between Aluman and the predecessor?

Otherwise, why would he send a "deflection field device" and a "plasma pistol"?

This is not reasonable!

Alvin fell into deep self-doubt.

Take on the side had his eyeballs almost hanging on the "plasma pistol," and if it weren't for Aluman's threatening gaze, he would have snatched it away long ago.

"Don't think too much, we have no physiological relationship." Aluman felt inexplicably tired and explained helplessly: "This matter is very complicated, I can't explain it to you for now."

But the more Aluman hid, the more it aroused Take's curiosity.

He leaned over and hooked the priest's neck, glanced at the confused Alvin, and whispered in Aluman's ear: "Hey, what's going on, tell me about it?"

"Protect this kid, Take."

However, Aluman just dropped a sentence, shook off Take's hand, and turned into the workshop in the side door of the sanctuary.

Alvin and Take, who were left in place, looked at each other for half a second, their heads full of question marks.

"Kid, it seems you are not as simple as I imagined."

Take narrowed his eyes, looking the boy up and down carefully, as if to re-recognize Alvin: "I swear in the name of His Majesty the God-Emperor, the last time I saw Aluman worry so much about someone's safety was that senior sister he had a crush on."

It seems like I learned some incredible gossip inadvertently... Alvin suddenly had a bad premonition.

Boom!

Without warning, a bolter round flew past Take's forehead, leaving a crater on the wall.

Immediately after, a shy and angry roar drifted out from the workshop: "If you dare to say another word, I'll blow your head off, Take!"

Clearly, the old comrade's behavior of exposing his shortcomings completely angered this Tech-Priest.

Take touched his scalp, dragged Alvin out of the sanctuary, and complained: "If you don't let me say it, don't say it, why are you getting anxious?"

Can he not be anxious? Who told you to have such a broken mouth?

Alvin was dragged out of the sanctuary, his mouth twitching slightly, secretly thinking that if Take died one day, it must have something to do with this mouth.

Next, it was a familiar process.

Arrogantly returning to the lower nest from the mid-nest gate in front of the enforcers.

Once he stepped into the lower nest, the air that had been recycled for millions of times, and the environment full of exhaust gas and radiation, gave him a familiar feeling of home.

"Scavengers, there are many fewer." Alvin looked at the somewhat empty street and whispered.

"Because the Hammer Gang is recruiting members in large numbers."

Take took out the inferior cigarette in his pocket, put it in his mouth and lit it, took a slow puff, and said expressionlessly: "Anyone who is selected can become a member of the Hammer Gang, not only with fixed food but also with standard weapons. Guess... what are they planning to do?"

"What else can they do? Nothing more than expanding their influence and then occupying the hive city." Alvin could guess the Hammer Gang's plan after unifying the lower nest with his toes.

Using free food as bait to recruit a large number of members to join, this move is simply a conspiracy!

Even if they know the Hammer Gang's plan, there is no way to stop them.

The reason is very simple: people in the lower nest are hovering on the edge of starvation every day. At this time, a black gang suddenly pops up, claiming that as long as they can be selected, they can receive free food every day.

Let alone the scavengers in the lower nest, if Alvin didn't have the system, he would probably choose to join too.

Yes, people in the lower nest never care who is righteous, they only care who can keep them alive.

What enforcers? What God-Emperor?

That kind of ideal and faith are too far away from them. The scum of the lower nest just want to live, that's all.

Whoever can keep them alive, they will follow!

"The Hammer Gang has already annexed the East and South Districts." Take finished smoking a whole cigarette in a few puffs, flicked it away, and said faintly: "The remaining two districts, at the fastest one month, at the slowest two months, will be completely annexed by the Hammer Gang, so there is not much time left for us."

"I know the current situation very well, Mr. Take."

Alvin pondered for half a second, roughly estimated the crossing time, and continued: "I think it will take about a month. When I come back, things might take a turn for the better."

"A month..."

Take frowned, stared at Alvin for half a minute, and then beckoned: "Follow me, kid."

Alvin didn't know why, but he followed Take.

The two shuttled through the industrial waste area of the lower nest, along the labyrinth-like, crisscrossing sewage pipes, and arrived at Take's secret base.

It was called a secret base, but it was actually very simple. However, when Take pushed open that water valve, the things inside really shocked Alvin.

Flak armor, frag grenades, combat knives, laser guns, plasma guns, grenade launchers, etc., dazzling weapons and equipment. But if it were just this, it wouldn't be enough to shock Alvin. What really made his eyeballs almost fall to the ground was that there was actually a chainsword in the corner!

Even, next to the chainsword, there was a heavy bolter!

What is the concept of this thing?

Heavy bolters, as the name suggests, are generally equipped for Astartes, or mounted on tanks to provide fire support for teammates.

It is no exaggeration to say that the recoil of this thing could shake an ordinary Imperial Guard soldier to death!

The one-inch caliber, and the modified super-large magazine capacity, are enough to cope with the fire suppression of small positional battles.

As for the power, how to describe it... it's probably: you and your cover are equally ridiculous!

Is this the tough guy who could retire alive from the Cadian battle?

Alvin swallowed, having to consider again what method to use to pull this tough guy into the group!

"Kid, although I don't know why you want to come to the lower nest, since Aluman said to let me protect you, I must do something."

While speaking, Take handed the combat knife he carried with him directly to Alvin.

This knife's shape is similar to a Bowie knife, a standard combat knife type, with serrations on the blade belly, grooves for weight reduction on both sides of the blade, a length of about 20 inches, and a cold light on the edge. It looked well-maintained, heavy in the hand, and inexplicably had a sense of chill.

【Item detected: Take's Catachan Combat Knife (Fine)】

【Dedicated to the Catachan Jungle Fighters, it was a combat knife made by Take himself before leaving Catachan, accompanying him through hundreds of bloody battles】

【Energy provided: 0 units】

"Uh, Mr. Take, what does this mean?" Alvin was a bit confused, was it meant to be given to him?

"Don't misunderstand, this knife is not for you."

Take lit a cigarette and said slowly: "To ensure your safety, I will train you here for three days and teach you some survival skills so that you don't die at the hands of a few scum."

"Uh, Mr. Take, actually..."

Alvin's heart went cold, not because he looked down on Take, but purely because he felt it was too dangerous.

If it were any other normal Imperial Guard soldier, he wouldn't be so resistant.

Who is Take?

The Catachan Jungle Fighters, currently known as the tough guys who rolled out of Cadia, that living hell. Training with him, I'm afraid I'm tired of living!

"Kid, I'm going to teach you the first lesson now."

As the voice fell, Take, with a cigarette in his mouth, appeared directly behind Alvin like a ghost.

A cold little knife was placed on his neck, and the ice-cold chill climbed into Alvin's mind along his spine, his expression stiffening immediately.

"Kid, in the Imperial Guard, you should address by rank during training."

Take had a cigarette in his mouth, and even the ash didn't fall. He whispered in Alvin's ear like a demon: "Don't worry, I will use the shortest time to teach you how to become a qualified Catachan... six-year-old child!"