Chapter 73: The Inquisitor who endures humiliation and bears heavy burdens (seeking first subscription)
Although Alvin had explained it very clearly, it seemed that the Inquisitor behind him did not let down her guard because of this.
"Turn around slowly, let me see your face and hands."
Winnie was very cautious, retreated half a step slowly, but the arm holding the bolter raised, pointing at his head.
Alvin raised his hands like a prisoner, turned around slowly, but what came into view was not Winnie Winslet, but another strange face. But judging from the similar figure and the familiar incense, it was probably a disguise for infiltration.
"Why would you appear here? What's wrong with your face?"
Winnie frowned, pointing the gun at his head, her tone full of coldness: "And... how on earth did you recognize me?"
The bone-chilling murderous intent, although restrained a little, still made people feel uncomfortable.
Alvin managed to pull out a smile and explained: "I am disguised, Inquisitor. As for how I discovered you... ahem, it's because the incense on you is too obvious."
"Incense?"
Winnie's expression was clearly a bit stiff.
She never expected that she had made a mistake in a hundred secrets, and the disguise she thought would not be exposed was exposed on 'incense'.
"Inquisitor, can you believe me now?" Alvin took off the 'electrostatic veil' and revealed his original appearance.
Winnie put down the bolter, but her brows were a bit serious, dissatisfied: "What are you doing in the Underhive? Don't you know it's very dangerous here? And disguised as this look..."
"Of course it's to collect evidence, otherwise am I here for tourism?" Alvin said unpleasantly.
The Inquisitor seemed to be choked and couldn't speak, glared at him fiercely: "Are you blaming me?"
"No, no, no, you misunderstood, Inquisitor."
Alvin also realized that he was a bit bold just now, waved his hand to explain: "I want to find evidence as soon as possible, so you can purge the cult and protect the Loser Hive City!"
These words were said righteously and sternly.
"I have no interest in pursuing your crimes." Even Winnie, who had seen many shameless criminals, was speechless by Alvin, and said sternly: "Now, in the name of the Imperial Inquisitor, I order you to assist in the investigation of the cult incident. You are not allowed to refuse, otherwise I have the right to shoot you directly, understand?"
"Very understand, Inquisitor."
Alvin stood straight, crossed his arms, and made an Aquila sign: "For the great Emperor, I am willing to offer my heart!"
It's back, the familiar feeling is back. This is the attitude an Inquisitor should have!
That firm look and tone were a bit beyond Winnie's expectations, feeling like seeing a devout believer of the Ecclesiarchy.
Being able to meet such pure faith in such a remote planet is simply a miracle!
But Winnie thought again, it must be the blessing of the great Emperor.
"Ahem... I need to know what happened in the Underhive now." She had just infiltrated the Underhive not long ago, and followed the members of the Iron Hammer Gang to find this room.
Seeing that the person inside seemed to have a high status, she planned to go in and interrogate to see if there was any intelligence.
But unfortunately, who knew she bumped into an acquaintance.
So far, Winnie was still not very clear about the connection between the Underhive, the cult, and the Iron Hammer Gang.
"Respected Inquisitor, the matter is like this..."
Alvin described the intelligence he collected in as short a description as possible.
Hearing that at least tens of thousands of people were sent to 'Iron Stone Town', the murderous intent in Winnie's light blue eyes surged, and she couldn't help but tighten her grip on the bolter: "With a scale of tens of thousands, what on earth is the Planetary Governor doing? Is Galken blind!"
So many Underhive people left the Hive City and were sent to that place called 'Iron Stone Town', and the Planetary Governor had no reaction?
In Winnie's view, this was simply inconceivable!
Since being appointed as an Inquisitor, she had never faced such a complex and chaotic situation alone!
For a time, Winnie had a kind of confusion about where to start. Who is the real leader?
Is it the Planetary Governor who sits idly by? Is it Rashid Hadley, who is suspected of being the cult leader? Or do all the Upper Hive nobles of the Loser Hive City have problems?
Suddenly, in Winnie's mind, that familiar face appeared again, Charles Gransol.
If it were Gransol, facing the chaotic and complex situation now, what choice would he make?
Winnie bit her lip lightly. She didn't want to learn from her mentor because she couldn't recognize that kind of behavior.
This young man, since he had the courage to infiltrate the Underhive, it meant he should have a plan, so she cast her gaze at Alvin: "What do you plan to do next?"
"Respected Inquisitor, my plan is very simple."
Alvin put on the 'electrostatic veil' again and said slowly: "Use the disguised gang high-level identity to follow the team sent to Iron Stone Town and quietly infiltrate."
Staring at that face for half a second, Winnie had an idea: "Good, just do as you say, but you have to find a way to insert me in."
"Are you planning to go to Iron Stone Town with me?"
Hearing this, Alvin seemed a bit surprised, but more of it was reluctance.
If it were just him, there was no need to worry too much. If he encountered any danger, he could escape smoothly.
But if there was an extra Inquisitor, he would undoubtedly have to be careful.
After all, whether it was Iron Man's Mark 5 armor or psychic energy, they could not be seen.
"You don't want to?"
Winnie was a bit surprised. She was an Imperial Inquisitor, and she was disliked?
"No, no, no, I am very willing, Inquisitor!"
Up to now, Alvin couldn't say it clearly, so he had to bite the bullet and agree: "It's just that I have to wrong you a bit, disguise as a disabled refugee, and mix in."
"Who do you think I am?"
Who would have thought that Winnie didn't care at all, puffed out her chest, and said proudly: "I graduated from the Imperial Schola Progenium and have undergone strict training. For the Emperor, I am willing to offer this life, let alone disguise as a disabled refugee?"
"Good, as expected of the Inquisitor!"
Alvin gave a thumbs up and praised: "Since you said so, then there is no problem!"
However, the noble Inquisitor Winnie Winslet overestimated her determination.
And underestimated the 'wrong' in Alvin's mouth.
The next day.
Winnie, who successfully mixed into the disabled refugees, was stuffed into the carriage of the truck.
The space in the entire truck carriage was not large, and it could accommodate at most twenty people, but it was stuffed with more than thirty people.
It is conceivable how crowded it was inside.
Winnie could swear that she had never encountered a means of transportation with such a bad environment in her life.
She was completely squeezed into the corner, and there was a foot coming from somewhere on her head, exuding a foul smell that almost made her faint.
Beside her were all kinds of strange smells, putrid smells, sour smells, etc., as if the unique pungent smell produced after the rotting and stinking corpses were thrown in the sun for half a month and then fully absorbed the smell in the dung pit and fermented!
It is no exaggeration to say that the environment in the carriage... is like the back garden of that Nurgle!
Winnie pinched her nose. Even though she recited in her heart that all this was for the Emperor, she still couldn't stop the physiological reaction.
But unfortunately, others couldn't hold it anymore. In the already crowded space, plus the stimulation of various strange smells, the Underhive people vomited one after another, and for a time, the sound of 'wow' continued.
In the crowded carriage, it was already full of flavors, and now it added another one!
Winnie widened her eyes and looked at this scene in disbelief.
Everywhere in the carriage was sprayed with filth. Winnie, who was already holding back, couldn't hold it anymore.
"Ugh—!" ===== CHAPTER 74 =====
End of Chapter
