Warhammer 30k and the Great Tomb of Nazarick

Chapter 143 Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill
Suzuki Satoru walked towards the VIP elevator with his supervisor's finger. This was an elevator that only the company's leaders could ride. Ordinary employees like Suzuki Satoru were not allowed to ride in such elevators at all.

However, paying money does not apply. Ordinary employees can also use the VIP elevator as long as they are willing to pay three times the fee of an ordinary elevator. Even after their deposit reaches a certain amount and they are willing to pay extra money, they can also visit the office area of ​​the company's leaders.

In the company's words, this is a benefit that motivates ordinary employees to work hard, and in fact, a large number of employees have purchased this product.

It seems that just looking at the working and living environment of rich people can make some people happy and feel like they have become rich too.

Suzuki Satoru has never chosen such a thing. For him, whose only hobby is playing video games, it would be better to spend the money on buying more equipment in the game.

Suzuki Satoru raised his supervisor's finger and pointed it at the scanner at the elevator door. After a simple scan, the elevator prompted welcome, and because of the supervisor's identity, he could enjoy a half-price discount on this elevator.

Suzuki Satoru was so angry that he laughed. It turned out that the supervisor who had always been so arrogant in front of ordinary employees like him had to pay to take a VIP elevator.

But now that we've come this far, there's no way back. The only way to get to the leadership floors of this company is through the VIP elevator or aircraft. There are no stairs above the employee floors.

For the wealthy executives, this is not a problem at all, because they basically have personal aircrafts, and they don’t even need to take the elevator, they can just fly directly to the office area.

As for a poor person like Suzuki Satoru, if he wanted to go upstairs, he could only pay for the elevator himself. He thought it was ridiculous that he had already decided to make a big fuss at the company, but in the end he still had to pay the company a sum of money.

After entering the VIP elevator, Suzuki Satoru felt that there was indeed a clear difference between it and an ordinary elevator.

Although the number of people using VIP elevators is far less than that of ordinary elevators, VIP elevators are more spacious than ordinary elevators, have soft walls, and are equipped with silent air conditioners, unlike ordinary elevators which only have a broken electric fan.

The elevator was very smooth as it ascended, with almost no vibration, and soothing light music was playing around.

Soon Suzuki Satoru arrived at the 180th floor, where the company's top executives were located.

After the elevator door opened, the two well-dressed receptionists who had been waiting outside subconsciously gave a standard 90-degree bow to Suzuki Satoru who came out of the elevator.

Then we immediately realized something was wrong. Although employees often came here out of curiosity or to actively buff themselves, we had never seen any employee come up here with blood all over his body.

In the minds of these receptionists, there may be employees dressed like this, but they are just some legendary fools who want to rebel against the company after failing in their suicide attempts.

Obviously, they dare not let such an inappropriately dressed madman into the executives' work area. If something goes wrong, they will be punished.

A receptionist immediately pointed at Suzuki Satoru's nose and shouted:
"How did you get up here? Where's the security? Security, come here quickly!"

Suzuki Satoru glanced at him with boredom and said:
"I'll give you money."

"Okay, scan here, please."

"Hello, your payment has been received."

"Sir, this way, please."

After receiving the money, the receptionist immediately made way and enthusiastically showed Suzuki Satoru the way.

After all, it's only a few dollars a month, so that's enough. Since the other party has paid, just follow the rules.

However, although the receptionist allowed Suzuki Satoru to pass, the security guard did not.

What Suzuki Satoru did downstairs had already been reported to the top. When the security guards discovered through surveillance that Suzuki Satoru not only did not run away, but instead came directly to the VIP floor, three security guards immediately rushed to the scene.

The KPI assessment standard is different from that of the receptionist. It would have been fine if Suzuki Satoru had beaten the useless supervisor to death before, but now he was allowed to cause trouble in the VIP area, and all the security guards would have to pay the fines.

In a city ruled by a company, anyone with money can legally own a gun. Obviously, ordinary people are not as rich as the company, so it is very normal for security guards in a company to own guns.

The VIP security guards who had deadly firepower really dared to shoot. At once, three pistols were pointed at Suzuki Satoru. Without persuading him to surrender or warning him, they opened fire without hesitation. But something incredible happened. At this time, the distance between Suzuki Satoru and the security guards was less than 15 meters. At this distance, it was almost impossible for the specially trained and AI-assisted security guards to miss the target.

But the bullets just couldn't hit Suzuki. The bullets with sharp sounds grazed Suzuki Satoru's body, occasionally knocking off a few of his hairs, but until now, the three security guards' pistols could not cause any effective damage to Suzuki Satoru.

Suzuki Satoru was just an ordinary office worker, and his combat experience only came from video games, but now facing the firing pistol, he felt nothing to be afraid of. It was as if some transcendent existence was watching him, hoping to see Suzuki Satoru's brave side.

Yes, we cannot let Him down.

Although Suzuki Satoru was not even sure whether that being was real, for some reason he was certain that he had to behave well to please that being.

Suzuki Satoru started running. He was extremely fast. He didn't look like a corporate slave who had been lacking exercise for years. Instead, he looked like the best sprinter.

At a distance of fifteen meters, in the blink of an eye, Suzuki Satoru rushed in front of the security guards and grabbed the necks of two security guards with one hand each.

At this time, the security guards who looked much stronger than him were completely unable to fight back. He pinched their necks and smashed their heads together with a bang, just like cracking two big watermelons. The juice splashed all over half of the corridor.

The remaining security guards were frightened and turned around and ran towards the VIP area. Suzuki picked up a gun and threw it at him.

The most mainstream use of a pistol is of course to load it with bullets and fire it, but a pistol, which has a certain weight, can also achieve power similar to that of throwing a brick if it is thrown.

But what would happen if the person who threw the pistol was a guy with extraordinary strength? Not much.

It was nothing more than a close contact between the pistol and the back of the security guard's head, and a warm invitation to his jaw to visit the wall's home.

The security guard who had given away a part of his body shook, then fell down reluctantly. The blood in his body was like a senior high school student who finally had a holiday and couldn't wait to leave his body.

The smile on Suzuki Satoru's face became even brighter. Covered in blood, he felt that he had never been in such a good condition. For the first time in his life, he discovered that beating people and fighting for life and death was such an interesting thing, much more interesting than playing games.

After moving his shoulders slightly, Suzuki Satoru felt that the buttons of his suit were a little tight. He didn't know when his swollen muscles finally relaxed.

Suzuki Satoru took a deep breath of the air with a strong smell of blood. He felt that just now a voice was shouting in his head and a pattern flashed before his eyes.

What is that? He couldn't see it clearly, but it didn't matter, he knew that as long as he kept killing like this, he would definitely find the answer.

And killing the rich people is obviously a good idea.

Yeah, why not kill them?

Suzuki Satoru suddenly realized that this was such a simple question, why hadn’t he thought about it before?

But it doesn't matter anymore. He touched his eight-pack abs that had grown without knowing when. He kicked open the door to the corridor. At this time, the alarm had been fully sounded and more security guards were rushing over.

Picking up the two pistols from the fallen security guard, Suzuki Satoru walked into the company's VIP area.

Suzuki Satoru had never used a pistol before, and his knowledge of these weapons was limited to video games. However, having a weapon was better than having no weapon at all, and Suzuki Satoru had a kind of confidence that he could use these two guns well.

The company's security guards used the most primitive gunpowder pistols, 9mm caliber, and rounds of ammunition. The advantage was that it was cheap, and the disadvantage was everything else. After all, although the company had money, it would not give these ordinary security guards extra money. The moment Suzuki Satoru picked up the gun, he knew how to use it, as if he had already gone through a thousand hammers of hard training, and every muscle in his body recorded the skills of using this killing weapon.

In a flash, Suzuki completed the replacement and adjustment of the two pistols. Then, after paying the tour fee, he officially entered the company's VIP area, which was where the managers were located.

As soon as he entered the door, Suzuki Satoru saw a place that was completely different from their employee area. Compared to the ordinary area with small workstations and crowded people like a honeycomb, this place seemed spacious and bright.

What Suzuki Satoru saw in front of him was a large hall filled with many green plants and real flowers, which were luxuries for Suzuki Satoru at that time. The whole hall gave people a quiet and comfortable feeling.

In the middle of the hall stands a huge landscape stone, about five or six meters in length, on which is engraved a slogan in vigorous handwriting, which reads "The future you will be grateful for your past struggles."

The purpose of putting it here is self-evident, which is to paint a rosy picture for those ordinary employees who are willing to come here at their own expense.

It implies that they can also become senior executives of the company through their own efforts and enter this VIP area.

Suzuki Satoru shot the slogan twice, looking upset. He had seen many people die from overwork in the company over the years, but he had never seen anyone get promoted.

In the hall, among these plants and bright red colors, there are sofas for resting, tables and chairs for drinking tea. On the tables are many fruits with fragrant smells, as well as various drinks and pastries that look very delicious and exquisite.

A woman in her 20s, wearing a high-end suit, was taking a nap on the sofa. The door was so soundproof that she had no idea that Suzuki Satoru had just been killing people outside.

After Suzuki Satoru shot at the landscape stone, she discovered that a man wearing ordinary employee clothes, covered in blood, holding a gun and with a hideous face suddenly appeared in the hall.

At this point, even if you think with your heels, you can tell there is a problem.

The woman opened her mouth and tried to scream, but Suzuki Satoru shot her directly into her throat, blocking the sound that had not yet been uttered.

Suzuki Satoru picked up the half-drunk coffee that the woman was drinking on the sofa. He tasted it and it was fragrant and delicious. It was much better than the coffee mixed with stimulants that he usually drank.

Through the lobby, you can see cubicles one after another, which are where the company's management works. However, only the company managers are on this floor, and you can't see the ones above that.

Moreover, the company’s security department and the police will come to stop me. How many more people will I be able to deal with during this time?

Suzuki Satoru shook his head and encouraged himself in his heart.

There is a saying that goes, "Do not refrain from committing an evil, no matter how small it may be."

?

It seems that the original words are not like this. But the meaning is enough, anyway, it is telling us to work hard step by step.

Those supervisors are here, there is no reason not to kill them.

Several more security guards came over, but Suzuki Satoru with a gun in his hand was completely different from before. He did not stop, nor did he aim the gun deliberately. He just shot casually, but achieved unexpected results.

All the security guards were shot down by Suzuki Satoru in the first fight, and they didn't even have time to fire a single shot. The security guards who followed behind saw this and quickly looked for cover and hid, not daring to show their heads.

A shrill alarm finally sounded on this floor. The doors of the offices that were originally open were closed one after another, and the company managers who were active outside immediately hid in the nearest office.

Only those poor security guards had to start a real-life shooting game outside with Suzuki Satoru.

After another round of shooting, the security guards were sure that the guy on the opposite side was extremely strong. According to their understanding, this strength was either the result of money or some extremely serious illegal transformation.

Although it is said that wealth and honor are sought in danger, according to the security guards' KPI, there are extremely high bonuses for eliminating rebels like Suzuki Satoru, but the company does not buy insurance for them, so if they die, they will get nothing.

When the risks and benefits became disproportionate, the morale of the security guards collapsed. I don't know who shouted first, and then the security guards dispersed.

Suzuki Satoru was too lazy to look for them, as he had more interesting targets. Picking up a shotgun left behind by a security guard, Suzuki Satoru went to the nearest office.

Suzuki Satoru observed the material of the door panel. It looked like it was made of some kind of polymer and was equipped with an advanced electronic lock. It was difficult to open the door with ordinary means.

Suzuki Satoru fired three shots at the door lock. Facts have proved that even in this future world, sometimes this kind of simple and direct act of violence can have extremely outstanding effects. The door that was closed just now was opened directly.

Inside the door was a large and luxurious office. Compared with this one, the supervisor's office looked as shabby as a small, run-down house.

This magnificent office has a total area of ​​nearly 200 square meters and is equipped with a private bathroom, a rest and entertainment area, and some other designs that Suzuki Satoru was too lazy to look at.

His attention was mainly focused on the fat man lying on the sofa, wearing a VR device and a white shirt.

Suzuki Satoru had looked up some information about VR devices because of his interest in gaming. He knew that the device on the fat man's head was something he could not afford even with ten years' salary. He had seen an advertisement for it and it was said to have all kinds of powerful special functions.

No one knew what the fat guy was doing with such advanced VR equipment. He didn't seem to notice the loud noise made by Suzuki Satoru and was completely immersed in the world of VR.

Suzuki Satoru went up and patted him. The fat man waved his hand impatiently, driving Suzuki Satoru away, with no intention of returning from the VR world.

Suzuki Satoru picked up a fountain pen from the table. It was a golden fountain pen that felt very heavy and like pure gold. Suzuki Satoru gestured with his hand, then inserted the pen into the fat man's carotid artery. As he pulled the pen out, blood spurted onto the ceiling like a fountain.

Suzuki Satoru nodded, ignoring the fat man struggling on the ground with his hands on his neck, and walked towards the next office.

The armed drones also arrived at this time, but Suzuki Satoru was like a cheat. Under the hail of bullets from the drones, he only suffered a few minor injuries. He rushed to another office, where he found a familiar manager in charge. This was the highest-ranking official Suzuki Satoru knew in the company.

The manager in charge was working on something on his desk. When he saw Suzuki Satoru, he was not afraid but shouted at him:

“Damn it, do you know how much damage your actions will cause to the company?! Do you know how much I have paid for you…Ahhhh!”

Suzuki Satoru was too lazy to listen to the manager's nagging, so he went over and grabbed his neck and pulled. With a sound that made one's teeth ache, Suzuki Satoru was pulled out through the manager's head along with his spine.

Looking at the thing in his hand, Suzuki Satoru felt that the being who had given him the power seemed very happy. He sent him more power, making him stronger and more agile.

This also made him happy and excited, and made all the muscles in his body tremble. At the same time, he could feel that there was a name waiting for him and a voice calling him.

He wanted to shout out the name of the owner of that voice. That important name, that name that should not be forgotten, that name that should be engraved in one's heart, but he couldn't think of it. He always felt like something was missing.
It seemed as if there was an invisible barrier between him and that great being.

It’s not enough, it’s not enough, it’s not enough!
Carrying the new weapon made by the manager in charge, Suzuki Satoru stepped onto the battlefield again. He rushed to the drone in front of him at a speed faster than the best 100-meter runner. With a swing of the ancient sword in his hand, the fragile bones of humans collided with the metal. Instead of breaking bones as expected, the drone was split in half like cutting butter.

If you look closely, you will find that the sword in Suzuki Satoru's hand, yes, what he holds in his hand now should be called a sword, the transverse processes of the vertebrae have become extremely sharp at some point, and the edges of the bones have begun to emit a faint red light.

Perhaps they had never thought that they would encounter such a terrible attack, the company leaders in the VIP floor reacted very slowly. Even when Suzuki was under attack from security guards and drones, he actually killed 8 company managers and above in one go.

Later, Suzuki Satoru found that the enemy's data was increasing and he was no longer able to cope with it, so he had to retreat temporarily.

(End of this chapter)