Within the Imperium of Man, on any world with hive cities, Genestealers of varying numbers were inevitably present.
The emergence of Hive Gangs was also only natural.
After all, in the lower hive districts, where there was no natural light, no legal system, no food rations, and people had to endure the biochemical pollution discharged by hive factories every day, Hive Gangs were the only powerful organizations capable of bringing stable order.
Thud, thud, thud—
Rorschach, his massive body covered by a broad cloak, slowly sat down atop a crate of locally produced high-explosive grenades.
Before him, hundreds of mortal gang members lay scattered across the ground like bloody scraps torn apart by a meat grinder.
Rorschach calmly shifted his gaze and stared at a mid-ranking gang officer whose entire head was tightly clenched in a massive hand. In a low voice, he said:
"Why did you have to make things difficult for yourselves? I merely wanted to use the elevator shaft under your gang's control to enter the lower hive. Wouldn't it have been fine if you had just let me pass?"
"And I was so respectful of the rules. I was even willing to give you a few lasguns as toll payment, yet you insisted on thinking I was some mutant trying to sneak through?"
"Tell me, mortal, do you still think so now?"
As soon as Rorschach finished speaking,
the gang officer, whose eyes and expression contained nothing but despair and terror, hurriedly cried out:
"Honorable Lord Angel, please spare my life!"
"I never imagined you weren't with those people at all! I was only bargaining with an old customer out of habit. I truly never meant to make things difficult for you!"
At that moment, Rorschach narrowed his eyes reflexively upon hearing this. Without betraying any