An Inquisitor Who Endured Humiliation and Bore Heavy Burdens
Despite Alvin's clear explanation, it seemed that the Inquisitor behind him remained wary.
Slowly turn around so I can see your face and your hands.
Winnie was cautious, slowly taking half a step back, but then raising the arm holding the Bolter and pointing it at his head.
Alvin, with his hands raised like a prisoner, slowly turned around, only to find not Winnie Winslet, but another unfamiliar face. Judging from the similar build and the familiar scent, it was probably a disguise for infiltration.
How did you get here? What happened to your face?
Winnie frowned slightly, pointed the gun at his head, and said in a chilling tone, "And how exactly did you recognize me?"
Although the chilling killing intent had subsided somewhat, it still made people feel uneasy.
Alvin forced a smile and explained, "This was a disguise, Your Inquisitor. As for how I discovered your cough, it's because the incense on you was too obvious."
"Incense?"
Winnie's expression was noticeably stiff.
She never expected that her meticulous planning would be so flawed; the disguise she thought would remain undetected would actually be exposed by the "incense."
"Your Inquisitor, now you can believe me, right?" Alvin removed the "Static Veil," revealing his true appearance.
Winnie put down her Bolter, her brow furrowed with seriousness. "What are you doing Underhive? Don't you know it's dangerous? And to be disguised like this..." she said with displeasure.
"Of course we're here to gather evidence, otherwise, would we be here for tourism?" Alvin said irritably.
The Inquisitor seemed speechless, glaring at him fiercely. "Are you blaming me?"
"No, no, no, you misunderstand, Your Inquisitor."
Alvin realized he had been a bit too audacious and waved his hand, explaining, "I want to find evidence as soon as possible so you can eradicate the cult and protect Los Nest City!"
These words were spoken with righteous indignation and an aura of justice.
"I have no interest in pursuing your crimes." Even Winnie, who had seen many shameless criminals, was speechless at Alvin's words. She said seriously, "Now, in the name of Imperium Inquisitor, I order you to assist in the investigation of the cult incident. You are not allowed to refuse, otherwise I have the right to kill you on the spot, understand?"
"I understand perfectly, Your Inquisitor."
Alvin stood at attention, arms crossed, in the Eagle Salute: "For the great Emperor, I am willing to offer my heart!"
It's back, the familiar feeling is back, this is the attitude Inquisitor should have!
That resolute look and tone were somewhat unexpected for Winnie; it felt as if she were seeing a devout follower of the Ecclesiarchy.
To encounter such pure- Underhive people on such a remote planet is nothing short of a miracle!
But Winnie then thought, it must be the great Emperor's blessing.
"Ahem. I need to know what exactly happened in Underhive." She had only infiltrated Underhive a short time before following the Iron Hammer Gang members to this house.
Seeing that the people inside seemed to be of high status, I decided to go in and interrogate them to see if I could find any information.
Unfortunately, I bumped into someone I knew.
So far, Winnie is still not very clear about the connection between the Underhive, the cult, and the Iron Hammer Gang.
"Your Honorable Inquisitor, here is the matter..."
Alvin described the intelligence he had gathered in the most concise way possible.
Upon hearing that at least tens of thousands of people had been sent to Ironstone Town, Winnie's pale blue eyes flashed with chilling killing intent, and she couldn't help but grip her Bolter tightly. "Tens of thousands of people! What is the Planetary Governor doing? Is Garken blind?!"
Such a large number of people leaving Underhive Nest City being sent to a place called "Ironstone Town," yet the Planetary Governor didn't react at all?
To Winnie, this was simply unbelievable!
Since being appointed Inquisitor, she had never faced such a complex and chaotic situation alone!
For a moment, Winnie felt lost and unsure where to begin. Who was really in control?
Is it the indifferent Planetary Governor? Is it Rashid Hadley, the suspected cult leader? Or is it the entire Upper-hive family in Los Nest City who is at fault?
Suddenly, Winnie's mind conjured up that familiar face again: Charles Gransol.
If it were Gransol, what choice would he make in the face of this chaotic and complex situation?
Winnie bit her lip; she didn't want to learn from the mentor because she couldn't condone that kind of behavior.
Since this boy had the courage to infiltrate the Underhive, it meant he must have a plan. So she turned her gaze to Alvin: "What do you plan to do next?"
"Your Honorable Inquisitor, my plan is very simple."
Alvin put the "Static Veil" back on and slowly said, "Using the disguised identity of a high-ranking gang member, we'll sneak in with the group being sent to Ironstone Town."
After staring at that face for half a second, Winnie had an idea. "Okay, we'll do it your way, but you have to find a way to get me in there too."
"Are you planning to come with me to Ironstone Town?"
Upon hearing this, Alvin appeared somewhat surprised, but more than that, he seemed unwilling.
If he were alone, he wouldn't need to worry too much, and he could easily escape if he encountered any danger.
But if there's an extra Inquisitor, then we'll definitely have to be careful.
After all, neither Iron Man's Mark V armor nor Psychic Power are things that can be exposed to the light.
"You don't want to?"
Winnie was somewhat surprised. She was an Imperium Inquisitor, how could she be looked down upon?
"No, no, no, I'm more than willing, Your Inquisitor!"
Now that things had come to this, Alvin couldn't say it outright, so he could only bite the bullet and agree, "But I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you a little; you'll have to pretend to be a disabled vagrant and sneak in with me."
Who do you think I am?
Who would have thought that Winnie didn't care at all? Head held high, she proudly declared, "I graduated from the Imperial Bastion Academy and underwent rigorous training. For His Emperor, I would gladly give my life, let alone pretend to be a disabled refugee!"
"Well done, Your Inquisitor!"
Alvin gave a thumbs-up and praised, "Since you've said so, then there's no problem!"
However, the esteemed Inquisitor Winnie Winslet overestimated her resolve.
And they underestimated the "grievance" Alvin spoke of.
The next day.
Winnie, who had successfully blended in with the disabled refugees, was forcibly shoved into the back of a truck.
The cargo compartment wasn't very large, only able to hold about twenty people at most, but it was crammed with more than thirty people.
It's easy to imagine how cramped the space inside was.
Nicole swear she had never encountered a mode of transportation in such terrible conditions in her entire life.
She was completely squeezed into a corner, with someone's foot sticking out from above her head, emitting a stench that nearly made her faint.
The area around them was crowded with bodies that reeked of foul, putrid, and sour odors, as if they had been left to rot and stink in the sun for half a month, then thrown into a cesspool to fully absorb the smells, and then fermented to produce a unique, pungent odor.
It's no exaggeration to say that the environment inside the train carriage resembled that Benevolent Father's Garden of Nurgle!
Winnie pinched her nose, silently repeating in her heart that it was all for His Emperor, but she still couldn't stop her physical reaction.
Unfortunately, others couldn't hold back any longer. In the already crowded space, coupled with all sorts of pungent odors, the Underhive began to vomit, and for a moment, there was a constant stream of "wah" sounds.
The crowded train carriage was already filled with a mix of emotions, and now another one has been added!
Winnie stared wide-eyed at the scene in disbelief.
The entire carriage was covered in filth, and Winnie, who had been holding back, could no longer contain herself.
"Vomit--!"