Dedicate loyalty to the good empire

Chapter 442 Business is booming
For the Dark Eldar, causing trouble means nothing more than assassinating leaders or using various conspiracies and tricks to mess things up.

The essence is destruction and pressure, and now Taylor is dealing with the destruction part, while the pressure aspect is the responsibility of the Governor.

Although this family began to lack destructive power, they were still centipedes after all. Their huge bodies could destroy countless conspiracies and tricks just by charging around.

The biggest problem has never been those harmless hidden guns, but whether the mother and daughter have the strength to protect their property.

After all, plundering is something that any race can do without civilization. It's just like picking up a stone to smash another individual's head and taking everything he has for yourself.

Taylor is practically an expert among experts on this subject.

As long as all the managers here are killed, this place will naturally become a no-man's land.

There are no courts or order in Comoros, and customers only care about paying to watch bloody battles, drinks, snacks, beauties and excitement.

Of course, addictive drugs and hallucinogens are also a big source of income.

Given the simple customs of the people here, it is obvious that such things as laws probably do not exist.

This is also the reason why an imperial army officer like Taylor could get such an exaggerated order.

After all, no one manages this place at all.

The rules are all within the small group. Probably the only consensus is not to blow up Comoros and everyone plays online games together.

In other words, Taylor doesn't need to follow the rules.

When the Eldar who thought they had successfully infiltrated were feeling complacent, a smoke bomb from the greenskins exploded in their hiding place with a large amount of toxin that was enough to make people unconscious.

The thick smoke made their figures appear in front of people. When several dark green arms and large faces wearing gas masks suddenly appeared, those arrogant elves could only hear muffled sounds and severe pains in their abdomens.

Then open your mouth and breathe.

The next thing they knew, they were behind the plasma cages used to hold prisoners.

A young, so beautiful that it was difficult to tell the gender of the elf raised his head. He was the first to wake up, but he also looked at this in confusion.

He had experienced countless assassination missions without fail, but this time it was obviously beyond his understanding.

When he saw Taylor outside the cell, he said angrily, "Monkey!"

Taylor frowned. "I've had enough of that word."

He sighed and said to the Blood Lingren lady beside him, "Can he use it?"

The monstrous mad scientist laughed and said, "The flyers have been distributed."

"The eldest son of Kosovo, the hero who fought against the Tau."

"But I don't quite understand why you want them to enter fully armed."

"If the shells and bullets destroy each other too quickly, it will affect our ticket prices."

"Frankly, most Eldar prefer frantic and desperate hand-to-hand combat and cold weapon duels."

Taylor replied. "Do you know what practice rounds and blank rounds are?"

"Although that thing looks loud, its power is actually just that."

"If they were to fight with that thing, every time they fired, flesh would be torn apart and the bullet would get stuck inside."

"Soon, the situation will become one-sided, with the decisive factor being the number of bullets he took compared to the enemy."

“Think about it, what a financially sensible choice.”

"In every thrilling and dangerous duel, there is a huge amount of gambling money surging under the current. We only need to act as the banker and collect rent to meet our needs."

"The income from the arena belongs to the family, but this money doesn't. We'll split it 50-50. We'll all have a bright future..."

The Blood Ling said with a smile, "You'd be doing yourself a disservice if you didn't become an Eldar."

"If you are a cabal leader, then I will obey you willingly."

"Because I don't want to be your enemy, and I also want to make some money and do something I like." She showed a gentle and happy smile that did not match her cruel appearance.

Of course, the source of this smile is the crazy exploitation of his own people and a huge sum of money that has not yet arrived.

What sacrifice would it take to earn the sweet smile of this Black Widow (she really has that many hands)?
Frankly speaking, Taylor probably won't want to see that smile again in this life, even though it's so sweet and heart-warming.

However, this warm moment did not last long. When the elf boy in the cage began to scream and howl, all the good atmosphere was gone.

He shouted his family name in broken Gothic and said how much money he could pay in exchange for his life, but for Taylor.

The friendship of a Dark Eldar family is really useless.

The Eldar are now in an exaggerated state of decline. Although they still have some pride in their bones, when they really face the empire whose primarch has revived.

Their pride is worthless.

No Eldar hero has the fighting power to rival the Primarch.

They don't have any main gods or anyone as powerful as the Emperor.

Even their presence in the real universe carries the risk of being drained by Slaanesh.

Taylor lowered his head now and said with a smile. "What?"

"You're going to eat me alive?"

The Eldar noble raised his delicate face, with his black hair hanging down, looking pitiful.

Frankly speaking, if someone is interested in that aspect, the price of this Eldar among the imperial nobility will definitely not be low.

Because beauty is sin.

If you have enough wrist and strength to hit and inflict pain on those who dare covet your thing, then you are still qualified to enjoy your own beauty.

But if you don't have it, you'd better curse it for the rest of your life.

Because that kind of beauty will bring people to eternal damnation.

Taylor said, his head down at this moment.

"I am in the Empire, the Human Empire, and you call me Monkey."

"But can you enter the Holy Land of the Empire?"

"Can you walk on the dark side of the Empire?"

"Can you defeat Abaddon, Guilliman, and Lion?"

"You keep talking about your honor and nobility, but can you hold your own against a Primarch or Chaos Lord?"

"If they get on a whim, you'll get a hole-in-one."

"And your chatter is simply because you're hiding in the Comoros."

"What nobility, what civilization, what the most dangerous place in the world?"

"This is clearly a rat's nest, safe and warm."

"After you get out, you will face the struggle between the gods and the emperor, and the covetous eyes of the Necrons."

"The Eldar have fallen. Where is the God you believe in? Is he being poisoned in the Garden of the Kind Father? Is he performing acrobatics at the hands of Khorne? Or is he being used as a slave by your master, Slaanesh?"

"For humans, the Emperor is the only sun, but do you Eldar still have light?"

Having said this, the nobleman began to choke up, and then he collapsed and curled up.

The Xuelingren next to him said obsessively, "Sir, I can pay you, can you help me train my slave?"

Taylor rolled his eyes. "Well, ready to open, my hopeless colleague..."

(End of this chapter)