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"Who goes there! This is a private warehouse, no entry allowed!"

When he saw the dark figure leaping up from below the railing, his years of experience in the lower levels of Blackwing Harbor made him instinctively raise his shotgun and lock onto the target instantly.

"Bang! Bang!"

Gunshots rang out almost simultaneously from both sides. The Reaper's electromagnetic pistol accurately hit the opponent's arm and calf, while the shotgun bullets struck the Reaper's almost unprotected thigh.

The law enforcement officer guarding the top floor groaned in pain, then collapsed to the ground, his shotgun falling from his hand. The wounds on his arms and legs rendered him immobile, but the bleeding was not fatal.

However, the Reapers weren't in much better shape either.

Although the jetpacks on their backs make the Reapers look larger than the Marines, their armor is purely light infantry armor.

The price of their extremely high mobility is that their ability to protect against various types of weapons is almost zero.

The law enforcement officer watched as the intruder in front of him knelt on the ground in pain, unable to move, blood continuously flowing from the wound on his leg and dripping onto the ground.

We just need to wait for the other law enforcement officers to arrive.

The gunshots will soon attract the attention of the others below. As long as this intruder with the strange device doesn't fight to the death, we can just give him a couple more shots.

But what happened next was beyond the law enforcement officer's expectations.

Just over ten seconds later, the bleeding from the wound on the other person's leg had stopped. He then stood up from the ground and practically flew into the warehouse behind him.

"What kind of demon is this?"

The enforcer lay on the ground, staring in disbelief at the scene before him, but the Reaper had no time to care; he had a mission to complete.

The Reaper's defenses, but the Terran Empire in the Koprulu Sector of StarCraft naturally took this into account as well.

This lightweight armor is also equipped with a combat medicine made of a mixture of potent cell stimulants and growth hormones, which can enhance the body's self-healing speed by nearly ten times.

The side effect is that tentacles may grow on your face later.

The law enforcement officer could only watch helplessly as the harvester entered the warehouse, analyzed the situation inside using his combat goggles, and then, before his colleagues could run up from below, climbed over the platform railing and disappeared into the top floor of the building, which was more than ten meters high.

Meanwhile, the same scene was playing out in various parts of the Blackwing Harbor's lower levels.

Inside the general manager's office on the upper level of Blackwing Harbor,

"What are you all doing? Didn't I tell you to seal off the entrance to the lower level?"

Axel was raging at his subordinate.

The deputy standing in front of the table was sweating profusely and hurriedly denied and defended himself:

"Steward, we have indeed sealed off the entrance to the sewage area, ensuring that not even a fly can get out. I swear..."

"Then what's going on with these reports?!"

Axel pointed at the documents on the table, gritting his teeth: "Although the goods weren't lost, this is blatant blasphemy! People are even letting me into my private warehouse like it's their own backyard!"

He swept the reports off the table and onto the floor; they were covered with news of the next forced entry into each warehouse.

Although no cargo was lost, this situation was inadvertently a challenge to his authority as the dock manager.

"What about those law enforcement officers guarding the warehouse and the lower level entrance? Fire them all! Get them out of Blackwing Harbor!"

It must be those scum living at the bottom of society, those maggots barely surviving in the gutter, who dared to extend their chaotic tentacles into their own private coffers.

"Gather the remaining law enforcement officers at the lower levels! I'm going to burn those rats in the stinking ditch to ashes!"

On the other side, a message came through the communicator on Rhodes' body.

After the Reaper squad scouted more than forty suspected strongholds, they finally discovered the possible hiding place of the Tzeentch cultists.

It was a warehouse located on the west side of the lower level of Blackwing Harbor, with an entrance at the front and a exit at the back. The moment the Reaper stepped through the door, a flame shot out from the shadows on the left side of the entrance and struck him directly.

Once the trap was triggered, others rushed out and opened fire on his location. The Reaper used up almost all his combat supplies before barely managing to escape from the enemy's encirclement.

It is certain that, judging from the sounds, there were quite a few people gathered in the storage area behind the corner of the entrance passage to the warehouse.

It seems that this is where these believers live.

Without delay, Rhodes immediately called Aliya and led the Marines and medics to the location of the warehouse.

"Halt! This place is already..."

Rhodes didn't want to waste any more words with this group of law enforcement officers responsible for guarding the lower-level pipeline area, and he didn't even bother to look at them. He simply raised his hand, and the Marines behind him raised their electromagnetic rifles and aimed them at them.

It turns out that speaking with the caliber of an electromagnetic rifle in front of these people is much faster than trying to use the authority of a wandering merchant.

Only after seeing Rhodes' well-equipped armed team ascend the stairs and come into view did the law enforcement officers dare to tremble as they turned on their chest communicators.

"Report to the commander immediately! An unknown armed force has broken through the blockade area!"

Within minutes, Rhodes arrived at the warehouse where the Reaper had been ambushed.

The warehouse was located in a dead corner of the building complex, and there were no law enforcement officers or workers in sight. Rhodes checked the entrance the harvester had entered through.

The white gate was half-open, not as some kind of elaborate trap or welcoming ceremony, but because the entire warehouse gate had been blown open.

Yes, very much in the style of the Reapers. Although their D-8 explosives, which they used to use for building demolition, have been replaced with the safer and more controllable G-4 cluster grenades, this does not affect their love for explosives at all.

After all, every Reaper is a criminal who is difficult to socialize and has been reformed, and their personality is more or less related to the word "madness".

Rhodes thought to himself, "Forget about infiltrating and scouting, it's a miracle that everyone else didn't go all out and get buried by that Reaper."

From behind the blasted-open door, voices could already be heard inside. The unified voices seemed to be reciting chapters from some ancient text. The familiar warp energy fluctuations spread from behind the corner, assaulting every one of Rhodes' senses.

Fortunately, after being bombarded by subspace energy for the past few days, Rhode has become somewhat desensitized. Even when exposed to such an environment, he will not lose his fighting ability due to nausea.

The Reapers at the other entrance had also assembled. Rhodes made a gesture, and then the Marines and Reapers gathered on both sides launched an attack together.