How about I get you five hundred Terminators?

"Brother Zhou Yun, why are you hitting me?"

Rag asked, his face contorted into an ugly grimace that made Zhou Yun lose his appetite for his drink. He spoke with a hint of grievance.

A few streaks of blood flowed from the crevices in his wrinkled face.

Seeing that the blood flowing from Rag's face was human blood and observing his bewildered expression, Zhou Yun shook his head.

It seemed this old fellow had nothing to do with the Genestealers.

It was just that the abandoned district where he had sold Zhou Yun the location was an active area for the Genestealers.

With this thought, Zhou Yun couldn't help himself and threw another punch at his face.

Rag scrunched up his ugly face, putting on a wronged expression. He reached up and wiped his face, smearing away the blood, and sat down at the bar as if nothing had happened.

"Two bowls of wine, and a plate of synthetic protein blocks."

Old One-Eye glanced at him, took out a dark protein block from a cabinet, and threw it in front of Rag.

"Brother Zhou Yun, do you know the four ways to prepare synthetic protein blocks?" Rag said with a grin.

"Do you know the four ways to write the character 'hui'?" Zhou Yun asked, taking a drink.

"I don't even know how to write one."

Rag picked up a protein block and stuffed it into his mouth. The viscous protein block sloshed around between his thick teeth.

"But I know your chance to get rich is coming soon."

Hearing this, Zhou Yun's eyebrows twitched slightly. "Get rich? Does your boss have work for me?"

"Big work," Rag chuckled, then picked up the crimson wine in his cup and downed it.

He finished the wine in his cup and smacked his lips.

"Old One-Eye's skills have improved again. This Amasec wine can't even compare!"

"What nonsense are you spouting? You've even tasted Amasec?" Old One-Eye shot him a look of disdain.

"I'll be able to taste it someday," Rag said with a chuckle. He looked at Zhou Yun. "The boss wants a batch of weapons."

"Alright, what type?"

A long time ago, Zhou Yun had exchanged for an item called the "Ring of Passage" that allowed him to phase through walls. He could move freely between various buried ancient abandoned districts.

Coupled with the virtually limitless capacity of the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket, he had moved out many weapons and machines buried within.

Those weapons were naturally in the highest demand among the gangs, and the weapons Zhou Yun unearthed were manufactured in ancient times, far superior in quality to the crude ones made in the Lower Hive.

Over time, Zhou Yun had gained some notoriety among the gangs in the Lower Hive.

"The boss wants a batch of Agrippina Pattern Autoguns, two hundred to start," Rag said with a grin.

".Sure."

Zhou Yun listened to Rag's words, paused for a moment, then nodded with a serious expression.

"How about I get you five hundred sets of Ironclad Terminator Armour as well?"

"You can actually get that stuff?" Rag's mouth fell open as he stared at Zhou Yun in shock.

Looking at his eyes, Zhou Yun understood that Rag didn't know what he was talking about, he just thought it sounded impressive.

"More than that, I can even get you a power spear used by an Archangel," Zhou Yun said with a sincere expression.

".Brother, are you kidding me?" Rag blinked and asked.

"You know I'm kidding?" Zhou Yun rubbed his temples.

The Agrippina Pattern Autogun was an infantry autogun produced by the renowned forge world Agrippina.

This thing wasn't even looked upon kindly by the Astartes, let alone the Astra Militarum. It was mainly used by second and third-rate Planetary Defense Forces.

However, the Planetary Defense Forces were not something the gangs in the Lower Hive's gutters could compete with.

Could these high-grade items be used by gangs?

"Two hundred of them? Are your gangs planning to march on the Upper Hive and present your grievances to our Governor?"

Zhou Yun shook his head.

"Just get some crude rifles. If you want this kind of weapon, you can only raid a PDF warehouse."

"You actually guessed right, it is the PDF warehouse," Rag chuckled.

Upon hearing this, not only did Zhou Yun's eye twitch, but even Old One-Eye, who was drinking behind the bar, almost spat out his drink.

Robbing a PDF, a Planetary Defense Force warehouse. This wasn't a question of courage anymore.

This was digging up the Governor's territory and defecating in front of the legal department.

Even if the Governor was hands-off, he couldn't possibly ignore something like this.

"Wait." Old One-Eye looked up at Rag. "Did you know about what happened in Old Sector Eight?"

"Old Sector Eight?" Zhou Yun raised his eyebrows. He remembered Old One-Eye had mentioned it just now.

"Old Sector Eight was an old district from over a hundred years ago, in the Upper Hive. There was a plague there back then, and many people died."

"The governor at the time was worried about the plague spreading to the spires, so he blew up the entire sector."

"Old Sector Eight fell entirely from the Upper Hive, plunging into the depths of the lower hive."

Old One-Eye shook his head and said:

"Along with the sick, the residents, and the PDF sent to quell the riots, they were all buried underneath."

"Logically speaking, there should still be a PDF garrison there. Yes, the planetary defense force on our planet uses the Agrippina Pattern Autogun."

Hearing Old One-Eye's words, Zhou Yun frowned:

"You want me to go to Old Sector Eight and dig out these weapons for you?"

"Alright, so that's your plan, but the plague..."

The words Crucible, Garden, Virus, and Dear Father popped into his mind.

Adding to that, the sector was actually called Old Sector Eight. Hiss.

"It's been over a hundred years, everyone's dead, where's the plague?" Rag waved his hand.

"The scavenger who found the entrance to Old Sector Eight is still alive and well, and others have explored it too."

"It's impossible to say there's no risk at all, but the boss is paying Old Zhou quite a bit."

As he spoke, Rag gestured a number to Zhou Yun with his fingers.

Listening to Rag's words, Zhou Yun hesitated slightly.

In his memory, although Asphodel and the Stygian System had experienced bugs, Orks, and even Necrons, they didn't seem to have experienced a Warp invasion? Perhaps the so-called Old Sector Eight was truly unrelated to the god stirring the crucible in the Warp?

Furthermore, the gang behind Rag only wanted two hundred rifles, and the PDF garrison might have more than that.

All of these could be exchanged for currency in his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket. Even after the gang paid him, he could exchange it for supplies and sell them to his Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

The Genestealers he encountered in the ruined city, the expanding Ark Gang, and that white figure calling himself "Sanguinius" also claimed the swarm was coming.

Zhou Yun needed to get his Anywhere Door out as soon as possible.

With that thought, Zhou Yun nodded slightly: "I'll take the job."

Hearing this, not only did Rag's face light up with joy, but even Old One-Eye's remaining eye flashed with a hint of delight.

Old One-Eye waved his hand and said to Rag, "Rag, get lost for a bit, I have something to say to Zhou Yun."

"Huh? Alright." Rag, holding his plate of synthetic protein blocks and crimson wine, slunk off to a corner of the bar.

"I have a job for you," Old One-Eye said, looking at Zhou Yun.

"Why does everyone have a job for me?" Zhou Yun couldn't help but say.

"The capable should work harder. The Emperor taught us to be diligent."

Old One-Eye grinned and stared at Zhou Yun, asking:

"Do you know Ignatius Carkas?"

"Yes, the poet from the Great Crusade, a chronicler with the 63rd Expeditionary Fleet," Zhou Yun answered immediately.

Old One-Eye nodded: "It's normal if you don't know, only the lords of the Upper Hive..."

"...Wait, you know him?"