Warhammer: Black Emperor

Chapter 62 "Detective Perspective"

Howard decided to go to the Gularchik family in person. He had met the family's patriarch, Praso, before and did not sense any evil from the head of the Corpse Guild in the Songchisandchiga Hive.

But just now when his car passed by the transport truck that was entering the Guralchik family mansion, he felt extremely uncomfortable, and his spiritual sense was confused and crazy.

Howard knew that the Corpse Guild was the Hive's major guild, and they managed the trade and production of corpse starch.

Tens of thousands of people are born and die in the hive every working cycle. If these corpses are not handled in an orderly manner, plagues and diseases will rage in the hive.

Moreover, the corpses will be sent to a huge grinding plant and converted into corpse starch, which is the food source for most ordinary people in the hive. Once a problem occurs, the hive will be greatly affected.

What's more, Nimrod also issued orders to stimulate the population growth of the hive city.

The route set by Howard ended at the same time as the starting point. He changed into his precision-made power armor as quickly as possible.

He then drove to the Guralchik family residence. One kilometer away from the residence, he turned on the communicator and issued orders on the command channel of the Fifth Regiment.

"Mouse Hunt, Begin!"

Then he immediately switched to the first row's communication channel and gave orders.

"Michał, your first shift, follow me in."

"Other classes, stand by. Don't let anyone go."

"As you command, Commander."

Michal, with his brown hair and brown eyes, immediately led his squad out of the shop where they were hiding.

The soldiers of the First Company are elite soldiers who have experienced dozens of battles since the establishment of the regiment.

The first row is the elite among the elite. The wealthy Howard has equipped each soldier with armor and their weapons are also finely crafted.

Howard and his men went straight to the steel gate of the Gularchik family.

The guards had already spotted him and, through his finely crafted power armor and his appearance, identified him as the actual controller of Songchisandchiga.

They immediately sent a message to the patriarch Prasou and opened the gate to welcome him, the guard said flatteringly.

"Lord Howard, Chief Prasou has already..."

Howard didn't have time to listen to his nonsense and shouted directly.

"Step aside!"

Then he led his men straight into the Guralchik family's mansion.

After he walked forward a few dozen steps, he saw a transport truck parked in front of a warehouse of several hundred square meters.

The "Sheriff" frowned. He didn't have the strange feeling as before, as if it was just an ordinary transport truck.

At this time, Prasowu, wearing a gray robe embroidered with red crows and holding a bone staff, trotted over.

As he ran, his gray fat trembled like a running mountain of flesh, and he spoke breathlessly.

"Howard... Sir..."

Howard tapped his brow twice with his left hand to activate his spiritual vision. His icy blue eyes swept over Prasou, and the head of the Corpse Guild couldn't help but shudder.

The "sheriff" sensed a faint evil aura from him, but he did not question it directly.

"Treasures from my tower that were meant for King Nimrod were stolen. My men saw the thieves flee into your house."

"Get out of the way immediately, or you'll be accused of harboring a thief."

Hearing this, the nervous Prasowu breathed a sigh of relief. It was not that the matter he was worried about was exposed, but that a daring thief had stolen something.

He knew the hobbies of this "king" and did not doubt Howard's words.

[Damn thief, why run to this area when there are so many other places to run to.]
"My Lord, you must be mistaken. Even if I ate the starch of corpses in the entire hive, I would not be so bold."

"You may search all you like, but the evil thief certainly did not come to my house. My guards did not detect anyone sneaking in."

"Step aside."

Howard's tone was cold as he rushed into the warehouse with his men. After entering the warehouse, he found a grinder in the middle of the warehouse and hundreds of corpses. He immediately shouted.

"search!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers of the first squad faithfully carried out the orders of the regiment commander. They did not miss a single place and even searched regardless of some rotten and foul-smelling corpses.

Howard noticed that although there was gray fear in Prasow's aura, there was more blue calmness and rationality, so he knew that the place must be difficult to find.

The "sheriff" stepped forward and searched the warehouse carefully.

Twelve minutes later, Michal came to Howard's side.

"Captain, nothing was found."

Prasou walked up to Howard and said with a smile.

"Sir, you see, this warehouse is full of corpses. The starch from the ground corpses is fed to my servants."

"Even if a thief really escaped into my mansion, he couldn't hide in this corpse, let alone hide precious things here."

Howard didn't say anything. His extraordinary ability, "Detective Perspective," had already noticed something, and he walked quickly towards the grinder.

Prasou opened his mouth and wanted to say that your men had already checked it, but he didn't want to arouse Howard's suspicion, so he didn't say anything in the end.

Howard came to the grinder, squatted down, and looked at a drop of blue in the dark red blood on the ground.

The "detective perspective" allows the "sheriff" to have investigative capabilities far beyond those of ordinary people, allowing him to detect abnormal factors and grasp subtle traces.

[There's no way a corpse could have that color. The ground corpse starch is wrong.]
He immediately stood up and said to Michal.

"Take away all the corpse starch."

Howard noticed that fear suddenly rose in Prasow's aura.

"Sir, the thing you are looking for is extremely precious. How could it be mixed in there?"

"No fool would throw precious treasures into corpse starch."

Howard was certain of his judgment based on the other party's reaction. He raised his arm and pointed the heavy logging gun at Prasow.

"Why, you want to stop it?"

Prasou glanced at the family guards out of the corner of his eye, then looked at Howard and his warriors, and wisely chose to give up.

"Come with me."

Howard took his men and returned to the Nest Tower, suppressing Prasou.

At the same time, fire clashes broke out in several places in Songchisandchiga.

The hidden followers of Tzeentch were wiped out by the soldiers of the Fifth Regiment after a brief resistance.

Only then did Howard take out his communicator and switch to the security captain's channel.

"Lead the team and move out immediately to stabilize the situation in the hive."

Two standard hours later, Howard, who had received the inspection report, came to the interrogation room, looked at Prasou, and said with a sneer.

"You mixed a drug into the corpse starch. Anyone who eats it will suffer a physical mutation."

"Now, do you want to tell the truth, or do you need my people to help you restore your memory?"

Praso's face was ashen, he clenched his teeth and said nothing.

One standard hour later, Howard stared at the data pad in his hand. The image on it was a brown-haired young man with deep eye sockets and a faint mocking smile on his lips.

"Issue an order for Bartosh to be wanted throughout the hive."

(End of this chapter)