America? No, it's the warp!

Logan wasn't afraid of being recognized. He now had the double protection of his ultimate armor and body transformation, so as long as he was careful with his words, he wouldn't arouse Teren's suspicion.

Taking advantage of the moment when the zombie girl left, he immediately stepped forward and took the mummy's hands.

Although dancing with men felt weird, he was wearing cardboard armor, so no one could see his awkward expression.

"Oh? How proactive..."

Beneath the bandages came a high-pitched female voice.

"Hmm... Blue mecha."

Why is it a woman?!

This mummy looks so burly, how could it be a woman!

They've contacted the wrong person, but leaving now would definitely cause a commotion.

Logan could only awkwardly dance along with the mummy for a song, dodging the mummy's attempts to get close multiple times. Even through the cardboard helmet, he could smell the pungent perfume on the mummy's body.

It felt like you were actually smelling a mummy.

When the song ended, he released the mummy without the slightest regret, and he ignored the mummy's subsequent invitations, as if he had never danced with her.

The great demon Slaanesh was drinking alone at the bar, while the other patrons were having fun elsewhere. Only the black man in the purple robe was sitting at the bar.

The mummy isn't the target, so there are two left.

The first hallucination revealed the taste of alcohol, and perhaps the dinosaur that was drinking with him was Teren.

Logan walked over to the two men and sat down at the table, which was covered with large glasses of beer.

"Hey bro, wanna have a drinking contest?"

The werewolf asked, explaining that the two of them had already drunk quite a bit and were currently taking a break.

"That's right."

Logan used an unusual tone of voice.

"Okay! I've already had 20 drinks, and this dinosaur across from me has had 22. Even though you joined later, I can't give you special treatment. We'll start from zero. Whoever drinks the most, the other two will pay the bill. How about that?"

The werewolf explained the rules, while the dinosaur simply nodded and remained silent.

"Can."

Logan pulled open the visor of his helmet, releasing a small amount of [Slow Moisture], picked up beer glasses with both hands, and began sipping one after another.

One liter of beer was swallowed in just one sip, easier than drinking water.

After he drank four glasses, the other two finally realized that a drunkard had arrived.

They exchanged a glance, immediately ended their break, picked up their beer glasses, and continued to drink heavily.

In less than 10 minutes, all the wine glasses on the table were empty.

Logan drank a total of 40 cups, the werewolf drank 29, and the dinosaur drank 31.

The werewolf was slumped on the table, unable to move, whether from being too full or drunk, it was hard to tell. He swayed and stretched out his finger:

"You win, you're acting like a Russian! Put these beers on our tab!"

"Yes……"

The dinosaur nodded, uttered a single word, and then immediately unzipped its head and began vomiting violently into the nearby trash can.

The smell was pungent. Logan forced himself to endure the acrid odor and glanced at the dinosaur's appearance.

It's not Teren.

So that's why you weren't talking earlier—you were afraid you'd throw up.

With only one suspect remaining out of the three, the man in the purple robe must be Teren, no matter what.

Logan needed to use the restroom first, as 40 beers still required a significant amount of water.

As he came out of the restroom, he bumped into someone, hitting his left shoulder, and the man's liquor spilled all over Logan's armor.

The smell of alcohol is very strong.

Both hallucinations came true at the same time, and the person in front of them was indeed the purple-robed man by the bar.

"Oh! Sorry, it was my fault!"

The man in the purple robe also spoke with a Terren accent. He took out a napkin and wiped the wine stains off his armor.

"It's okay, I also have my problems."

Logan deliberately lowered his voice.

The man in purple robes nodded and then pressed the elevator button to go up.

Logan glanced at the Slaanesh, who was still drinking alone, and called another elevator.

The two walked onto the elevator one after the other, and Logan waited a few seconds before letting the operator go up.

"Sir, this elevator only goes down. The elevator that goes up is the one next door."

"……All right……"

Logan could only return to the inside of the bar, where the Slaanesh was still drinking, seemingly oblivious to everything around him.

I can only use [Illusory Foresight] one more time.

This time, Tzeentch presents a few seconds of first-person perspective footage, showing an inconspicuous little door in the corner of the observation deck outside the bar.

Logan pretended to admire the scenery, avoiding the gazes of the other drinkers, and then found the door.

It wasn't locked!

Once opened, inside is a straight steel staircase leading upwards, followed by a circular metal walkway, and opposite is a suspended spiral iron staircase.

Ascending the iron ladder, a keypad door appears before you. Through a small window in the door, you can see that inside is a glass lantern room with a pyramid-shaped top. In the center, on a sofa, sits a masked man in a purple robe, watching a television.

Teren managed to hide in the penthouse on the 38th floor of the Smith Building.

Logan pulled a combat knife from his armor on his back, reached through the crack in the door to break the combination lock, and then gently pushed the door open and went inside.

The commotion was minimal, and the man in the purple robe showed no reaction, continuing to leisurely sip his champagne.

"Alright, Teren, the game of hide-and-seek is over. Now, just surrender!"

Upon hearing Logan's words, the man in purple robes remained unmoved, only letting out a soft chuckle:

"Hmph~"

This sound was different from the one I heard in the bar, yet it felt familiar, as if it had lingered in my mind before.

Logan walked up and noticed what was on the television.

It wasn't a TV series or a movie inside; instead, it was a security camera filming what he had just walked through the back door.

Before he could react, the man in purple robes took off his robes and removed his mask.

The upper body was covered in purple paint, the lower body in magenta trousers, and there were fake hands and fake knives stuck to the abdomen.

Slaanesh the Great Demon.

"Weren't you in the bar?"

Logan asked, puzzled.

Slaanesh pointed to the elevator:

"I can take the elevator."

"Hmm... so how did you find out about me?"

"Your gun."

Slaanesh explained with a smile,

"Maybe it really is scrapped, but to say that this work of art, the explosive pistol, was made by a child is really far-fetched."

Besides, you're an Ultramarines warrior, and I'm Slaanesh, isn't it normal for me to have doubts about you?

Logan shrugged and nodded in agreement:

"What you say makes a lot of sense; it was indeed my oversight."

Slaanesh's face showed some confusion:

"Why don't you seem to be in a hurry at all? Trent isn't here anymore."

He's right. One of Logan's purposes in coming here was to capture Teren, but he wasn't in a hurry, since he wasn't coming alone.

"It's okay, you're one of my targets too."

Logan slung the bomb gun back to his waist and held the combat knife across his chest.

Another objective of the mission is to kill the Slaanesh.

"Interesting~"

Slaanesh brandished a paper knife with two real arms and two fake arms, assuming an offensive stance.