Chapter 40 Chameleon Gang

After passing through several more air-tight blast-proof doors, Alex gained a new understanding of the Chameleons, the largest gang at the bottom.

Different from the gangs he had seen in the past that were unorganized and disciplined, and only relied on murderous ferocity and crude biochemical modification to rule the residents of the lower hive cities, this Chameleon Gang gave him a kind of army. A unique sense of order and prohibition. The faces of the gang thugs patrolling the residential areas did not have too much madness and viciousness. Although they still did not look like good residents, they were more normal than the anthropophilic gangs he had seen in the Catalan Industrial World. Too much.

Fire-breathing Ryder was walking not far from Yaric, pouting and telling him the glorious history of the Chameleon Gang with an extremely proud look.

"Have you seen these good boys? Our Chameleon Gang has been able to defeat the entire Hades' base lair without any opponent. We only relied on my training and the wisdom of our boss."

Alex glanced at Ryder with disbelief. As someone who had seen real warriors, he had no interest in these gang members playing like house. They had better have fighting ability, so that they can survive the next orc attack until reinforcements arrive.

Ryder took Alex and the others to a factory. The scene here opened his eyes. Several production lines producing vehicles and ammunition were running. Residents in the core area of ​​the Chameleon Gang were working here, assembling. Guns, ammunition and armored vehicles, God-Emperor on top, Yarrick swore he also saw a homemade Leman Russ tank coming off the production line.

"You see! This tank factory was dug out of the rubble by us. It took several years of operation to reach its current scale."

Alec had to re-evaluate the strength of this gang, and he suddenly worried about whether he could convince the mysterious boss to join the defense force against the greenskins.

"You can go in, but you can't."

The two guards at the door stretched out their hands to block Yarick and the soldiers behind him. Ryder on the side also aimed the melta gun at them. Once Yarick and the others chose to refuse, they would be killed.

After handing over their bolters and power swords, Yarrick and Ryder walked into the core of the most heavily guarded gang at the bottom of the hive city. A man with a very mean and gloomy face was sitting on a leather chair, holding a glass of orange-yellow wine glass in his hand.

"Hello, Commissar Yarick. Let me introduce myself first when we meet for the first time. I am the leader of the Chameleon Gang, Domicilon."

"Hello, Domicilone."

"I heard from Ryder, you want to recruit us?"

"That's right."

"Oh ho ho, if you want a gang of thugs to help you, then you need to pay for it."

"Loyalty to the Emperor is the best reward."

"Oh, ho, ho, it's these vain things again. I thought Ryder told you that these are not applicable at the bottom of the hive city."

"He did say that."

"Then you still say that? Are you teasing me?"

Domicilon's narrow eyes became more and more cold and bloody as he spoke. If Yarick couldn't give him a satisfactory answer, he would definitely kill this unarmed imperial political commissar. As for the emperor's punishment? He didn't care. He was born at this damn bottom and struggled so hard until now. It was already punishment.

"If the greenskins attack Hades' hive, no one will survive."

"Isn't that just right? Those high-ranking nobles and officials will die with us. It's fair. I like these greenskins."

"Listen, Domicilon, I hate those drunken nobles as much as you do."

"uh-huh."

"So are you interested in cleaning up those upper-class nobles with me?"

“Pfft!!!!”

A mouthful of wine spurted out from Domixiron's mouth, and his originally unconcerned and elegant appearance was instantly broken. He had calculated that this political commissar would use the innocence of the hive residents, the emperor's loyalty, and the empire's punishment to punish him. He came to coerce and threaten himself, but in the end, the political commissar actually wanted to completely cleanse the nobles of the hive city.

Domicilon sat upright and looked at Yaric seriously, "Are you really serious? Are you sure you are a political commissar and not a spy who sneaked in from green skin?"

Yarick didn't speak, just looked at Domicilon calmly.

"Hahahaha." Domicilon smiled softly and stretched out his hand, "So? Happy hunting?"

"No, it's a pleasure to cooperate. Those nobles using the word hunting is too insulting."

Domicilon, who was laughing so hard that he couldn't hide his recognition and appreciation for Yarick, said, "Would you like a drink? My dear?"

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Political Commissar Yarick and his soldiers with a serious look walked out of the station under the jurisdiction of the Chameleon Gang. He successfully recruited these warriors who were proficient in street fighting, although they had to pay for the lives of those nobles. However, he did not feel the slightest bit guilty about betraying the nobles. For the empire, these cowards who had lost the courage to fight were no longer worthy of their noble names.

It just so happens that Yarrick can also use this precious opportunity to completely reorganize the production line and allocation of Hades Hive. These nobles not only blocked his steps but also sucked blood from the materials that should have been distributed. He was fed up with von Straub and these red tape nobles. If he could really defend Hades Hive and survive from those orcs, he would definitely rush to von Straub's bedroom as soon as possible and make a big hole in his fat forehead.

After collecting combat information on the Seagras Hive, Yarrick deeply realized that the defense of Hades Hive needed to change its thinking. In front of those large and thick-skinned orcs, it was a suicide to protect the hive with positional warfare. The outer area of ​​the hive must be completely abandoned, and the important facilities on the upper level of the hive must be transferred to the middle or even lower level areas.

The Planetary Defense Force will engage in close combat with the orcs in the complex terrain underground with the gang members and the residents of the hive. The entire Hades hive will become a nail in the subcontinent, attracting the orcs' continuous attacks.

This huge city will become the grave of countless orcs and humans, and Yarrick is the strongest gravedigger.

"Shouldn't you accompany your head? Why follow me?"

After thinking about how to build defenses and adjust the production line in the future, Yarrick turned around and asked Flame Ryder.

"I. I." The arrogant and rude Flame Ryder at the bottom of the hive seemed to have disappeared. The twisting and turning appearance made Yarrick's political commissar's anger towards him almost burst out. Just when Yarrick was about to lose his patience and was about to curse with the Emperor's sacred dirty words, Flame Ryder spoke, "I. I want to be a star army."

Seemingly surprised by this request, Yarrick swallowed the dirty words on his lips.

"Then you can go to the Military Affairs Department to submit an application."

"They won't process it. They said I have a unique sewer odor. They will only arrest you, send you to the Ministry of Justice to be beaten, and then send you to the Planetary Defense Force to do hard labor. I don't want to be in the Planetary Defense Force."

Yarrick looked at this shy man and didn't know what to say. But under Reid's almost pleading eyes, he didn't know what he was crazy about. "Then you come to be my guard and instructor, and train those guys how to survive in the nest. When this war is over, you will be a member of the Star Army."

"Don't lie."

"The Imperial Commissar never lies."