America? No, it's the warp!

[Quest Obtained: Evil in the Royal Capital]

According to reliable intelligence, a high-ranking deacon of the Slaanesh Order was involved in the atrocities committed during the raid on the command headquarters, and he is currently hiding in a residential building in the capital city of this planet.

[You have reached an agreement with the planetary legal department to capture this deacon. Don't let him escape; the Emperor's divine punishment will not let any heretic go unpunished.]

[Reward: +80 Merit Points]

Logan, smoking a pack of cheap cigarettes, waited for his destined person in a corner of an alley.

The reason people don't smoke good cigarettes isn't because they don't have the money, but because they're not strong enough.

With his enhanced lungs, he could inhale almost half of it in one gulp.

He had used his [hallucination foresight] beforehand; he knew there would definitely be six black men passing through this alley.

A few hundred meters away, Lance led five of his underlings as they ran wildly in the shadows.

He seems to be in a hurry, but he's not actually in a hurry.

Because so far, the sirens haven't gotten any closer, and one of them is even getting further and further away.

It's like they're just going through the motions; no wonder no one notified them.

Even if they really came to arrest someone, it doesn't matter. Even if that fat pig chief didn't notice it immediately, he should have noticed by now that some police officers had suddenly left.

Then call the boss, and the boss will send someone to pick you up.

The boss is absolutely reliable; you might run into his comrades around the corner.

He deserved to do this, as he was the one who orchestrated that robbery. No one in the entire crippled gang could compare to him in terms of practicality.

Gangs should act boldly.

They turned into an alley, which felt much colder and more gloomy than the ones they had passed through before.

Lance had no time to feel it; his eyes were fixed straight ahead, unaware of the person smoking cheap cigarettes hidden behind the trash can.

He needed to escape to a place where he couldn't hear the sirens as soon as possible in order to contact his boss.

When the time comes, the boss must find a more comfortable hiding place and replace it with a few more beautiful women, preferably white women.

Sunlight streamed down the alley ahead, and the sound of the police sirens had become very faint. If they continued to flee like this for a few more minutes, they should be safe.

Thinking of this, Lance unconsciously quickened his pace and rushed ahead.

"Bang!"

As soon as he reached the alley entrance, he was greeted not by sunshine or companions, but by a powerful baseball bat.

"Well……"

Lance groaned and collapsed to the ground. His running speed, combined with the force of the man's swing, caused the force to accumulate in his abdomen.

The heavy blow made him feel a tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his vision blurred. He could only see two people in front of him: one was bald and not very tall, and the other was a tall black man.

The two men, each holding a baseball bat, blocked the alleyway.

For a moment, the five henchmen were stunned and at a loss for what to do.

Suddenly, the sound of flesh colliding broke the silence. It turned out that the last henchman had been thrown into the air and collided with the third-to-last henchman.

After kicking the man away, Logan didn't stop; he immediately delivered a powerful elbow strike to the chest of the second-to-last black man. The henchman flew backward and crashed into the wall, clutching his chest and unable to get up.

The two remaining henchmen, realizing the situation, each drew their knives, poised to charge. Logan, unfazed, summoned his combat sword from his waist and met the attack.

He dodged a clumsy thrust and lightly sliced ​​the other man's knife-wielding hand.

He dared not use force, for fear of chopping off his hand.

Crying in pain, the man hurriedly dropped the knife, clutching his wound and retreating. Seeing this, the other man dared not approach, brandishing his famous sword and circling nearby.

Logan got annoyed and pulled out a pistol, pointing it at his head. The man, realizing the danger, quickly threw the knife far away and crouched in a corner, covering his head.

In less than a minute, all the underlings were subdued, and Logan began to look after their leader, Lance.

The guy had only just caught his breath. He reached for his waist, about to draw his weapon to fight back.

"Bang!"

The bullet spurted from the muzzle and struck Lance precisely in the shoulder of the arm he was about to take the gun from.

"Shit!"

He continued to reach for it with his other hand.

"Bang!"

Another shot rang out, and another bullet pierced the shoulder.

"ah!!!"

The cries of pain mixed with despair echoed throughout the alley, the echoes constantly overlapping and reverberating in everyone's ears.

"Shut your mouth! Or I'll give you another one!"

Logan blew on the smoking muzzle of his gun, then pointed it at the target in front of him.

"Do you know who I am? Why are you stopping us!"

Lance couldn't cover his wound and could only let the blood flow down.

"Don't ask such stupid questions. Since we've come to stop you, we obviously know who you are."

Logan took out his phone, glanced at a KFC at the end of the alley, and called Stephen.

"Hey bro, all done. There were six in total. They're in the alley across from the KFC nearby. Hurry up and come over before he bleeds to death."

He hung up the phone and continued speaking to Lance.

"Why don't you ask some meaningful questions? For example, why didn't anyone warn you that the police were coming? Why didn't Teren come to pick you up?"

Lance's ferocious face was covered with shock; these were the very questions on his mind.

Why?

"You'll find out when you get to the police station."

Logan mischievously played a trick on the other person.

A few minutes later, the speeding police car stopped on the side of the alley. The police took out handcuffs and handcuffed the six black men one by one into the car. The injured one would be sent to the hospital to treat his wounds first, while the others would be sent directly to the police station.

"Wow! Bro! You actually did it!"

Stephen excitedly hugged him; Logan had accomplished this great feat all by himself.

"You are indispensable too. If it weren't for such a big show of force, forcing them to take out that house, I really wouldn't have been able to ambush them."

"Okay, bro, I'll go deal with these black guys first. I'll treat you to drinks when I'm done."

"it is good."

The police officers led the black man away from the alley, leaving only Logan and his two companions in the once bustling alley.

"Let's go, it's all done."

With his two underlings relaxing, Jonah excitedly began to recount his feelings from just now:

"Boss, you're so cool! You took down three guys with just one kick and one elbow! Your knife and gun skills are also excellent. No wonder the Blood Gang leader values ​​you so much and gave you that medal. I knew you were good before, but I never imagined you were this good!"

"Jonah, how come you're only realizing this now? Don't you think there was something inexplicable about the boss from the very first moment you saw him? It's that kind of aura that only the strong possess."

Jonah's flattery was very direct, while Sean's flattery was more elaborately packaged.

Logan accepted all the compliments and listened to all sorts of praise on the drive home.

[Quest Completed: Evil in the Royal Capital]

You have successfully captured this high-ranking deacon of the Slaanesh Cult, and also apprehended five members. These heretics will receive their due punishment and trial in the Ministry of Justice's prison.

[Reward: +80 Merit Points]

You have demonstrated the iron fist of the Empire's truth; your heroic figure will be remembered by the Slaanesh.

[Reward: +40 Merit Points]

You rescued three civilians imprisoned by the Slaanesh Cult, freeing them from the heretics' control and bringing them back to the Emperor's embrace.

[Reward: +40 Merit Points]