Warhammer: Starting as a Planetary Governor, Three Hundred Years in Tax Arrears
Chapter 75

My Hands Aren't Exactly Clean

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People must learn to compromise with themselves.

At least Fu Haoran is not a person who is easily mentally exhausted.

Originally he prepared two plans.

Plan A, of course, follows the tradition of rushing to the bridge and beheading Valerius. As long as the other party dies, the crew members who have a cooperative relationship will inevitably stay wherever they can.

When the people who pay wages are gone, who will still pay wages?

The whole boat was naturally included in the bag.

Plan B, blow up Void Shield Generator, the cruiser without Void Shield is just a big chicken leg, and it is not at your mercy.

The core of both plans is to capture the Lunar-class Cruiser.

But the current reality is that both plans are fanciful.

The difference between the original factory drawings and the modified hull structure is a million miles away. If we go around any further, we won't even be able to find anyone, let alone seize the ship.

Fu Haoran adjusted his mentality very quickly.

"The system task only requires killing Valerius, but it doesn't specify how to kill it."

"As long as the person dies."

"As for whose hands he died and how he died, does it matter?"

After the compromise, Fu Haoran's thinking became clear instantly.

He looked at the dazzling array of equipment in the hangar, and then at the mushroom bomb he brought back from Marvel in his tactical belt bag, and suddenly understood why Blood Ravens liked "borrowing things" so much.

Borrow one, get one free?

Doesn't exist.

It is the fine tradition of the empire to never repay something once it has been borrowed.

As the saying goes, thieves... bah, people don't leave empty-handed, they come when they come. It really doesn't make sense to leave without taking something with you.

Prostitution for free is really delicious.

"You can't take this ship away, you have to take something else with you."

"Hawk, you lead people to weld all the doors shut and destroy all surveillance."

"Yes."

After confirming that no outsiders would do anything bad, Fu Haoran started to get down to business.

He first came to a Stasis Field and opened it to take a look.

Good guy, there is actually a Fellblade Super-heavy Tank parked!

This is the largest ground vehicle available to the mortal army and the oldest super-heavy tank in the Empire.

There are 11 guns of various types in the whole body, and it is difficult for an armored company or an infantry company to match it.

It even has more firepower than some Knight Titan (or knight mecha), and it is the face of Astra Militarum.

This thing is considered a rarity in Mars. Only a few Forge World can produce genuine products. Each one has a unique production number and service file.

Fu Haoran I fell in love with this big guy at first sight.

Obviously this is a precious collection of Rogue Trader, with the family crest still printed on the body armor.

And this is just an appetizer.

On the parking bay next to it, there are four Swordtail Interceptor, which is a fighter aircraft that can fly in space and the atmosphere.

Because the flight speed is too fast, ordinary pilots cannot fly it, so it is usually used by Space Marine.

And parked in the exclusive parking space at the innermost side of the hangar was a big black thing.

At first glance, Fu Haoran thought it was Thunderhawk Gunship.

But when I walked in, I found...

"No, Thunderhawk Gunship is not that big!"

Fu Haoran couldn't help but spend 100 points Universal Points to check the information.

[Name: Stormbird Transport]

[Equipment: 4-gun turret double Las-cannon, 3-gun double Heavy Bolter, 6 missiles, Void Shield Generator]

[Maximum number of passengers: 50 Space Marine (or 5 Dreadnought/Leviathan Dreadnought/Rapier Weapons Battery/Rhino Armoured Personnel Carrier)]

"Stormbird..." Fu Haoran walked over, his eyes brightening.

This is a more powerful transport boat than the Thunderhawk Gunship! The standard equipment of the Legiones Astartes during the Great Crusade period.

"It's unacceptable to take away the law of heaven, but it's an antique in the 30K world!"

Warhammer's common sense is that the older the technology, the more powerful it is.

Fu Haoran tried to put Venomblade Tank into the system space, but the system directly popped up a prompt.

[System prompt: Items that are not mission rewards and items that are not bound to the native world cannot be stored in the system space.]

[Do you want to consume Universal Points for cross-world teleportation?]

[PS: The world is not a lawless place, please stop this immoral behavior!]

Fu Haoran blushed, this system is broken, he criticized himself while giving solutions.

Although it was very unpleasant, no one had trouble with the baby.

Since it cannot be placed in the system space, just throw it directly to 2K Blue Star.

It's not like I've never done this before.

As a result, the Venomblade Tank, Swordtail Interceptor, and the entire set of Stasis Field generators disappeared from the hangar one by one.

In less than five minutes, he had moved the entire hangar cleanly. Even the fixing bolts on the ground were pried away. Servo-Skull, who was responsible for maintenance, was even caught and packed away.

In the end only Stormbird Transport is left.

Fu Haoran opened Stormbird's hatch and climbed in.

As the underlying code of the low-end version JARVIS was connected to the flight control system, Stormbird was successfully started.

Although the semi-intelligent AI cannot perform complex tactical operations, it can still take over basic flight and weapon systems and assist Fu Haoran in driving.

Everything was ready and everyone boarded the boat.

Fu Haoran casually put the big mushroom into a small elevator.

According to the drawings given by Lucifer, this elevator can lead directly to the bridge.

Unfortunately, Fu Haoran has no authority at all and cannot be cracked for a while.

Fu Haoran had no choice but to put the "gift" on the top of the elevator, hoping that his enthusiasm would be felt upstairs soon.

As the Stormbird engine started, a low hum instantly filled the hangar.

"Open the hangar door!"

Fu Haoran pressed the weapon launch button, and the double Macro-cannon on the front of Stormbird roared.

The armor-piercing bullet hit the lock core of the hangar door hard, and with a huge explosion, the heavy alloy door was blown away.

Stormbird dragged a light blue tail flame and rushed out of Lunar-class Cruiser, firmly sticking to the blind spot of the belly of the ship.

In the Lunar-class Cruiser bridge, Valerius is staring at Cobra Destroyer on the screen, with an annoyed look on his face.

In his eyes, Fu Haoran and his 50 clay legs are insignificant.

Even if they are lucky enough to survive in the passage for a while, they will still be unable to fly.

But at this moment, the adjutant rushed over with a pale face and his voice was trembling. "Sir! Hangar! Something happened in the hangar!"

Valerius frowned. "Why are you panicking? Isn't it just a few gangsters who broke in?"

"Sir, crew report, the hangar... the hangar has been evacuated!"

"Venomblade Tank, Swordtail Interceptor, and that Stormbird! They are all gone! Even the Stasis Field generator has been pried away!"

Valerius froze in place.

The owner of that Stormbird is a Holy Terra great nobleman, a true master of human beings.

As for the purchase of this collection, Rogue Trader is only responsible for the transportation.

If it weren't for the short lease period and difficulty in moving, it would have been impossible to park here.

Stolen now?!

His eyes turned red instantly, he grabbed the adjutant's collar and roared, "Where is Stormbird?! Where is it?! Get it back for me!"

The consequences of losing Terra great noble's things are a hundred times more serious than losing this space battle.

"Sir! It's right against the belly of the ship, it's a blind spot! The close-in defense cannon can't lock it at all!"

Valerius pushed the adjutant away, and just as he was about to give the order, a piercing alarm sounded, and then a violent explosion came from below.

Before Valerius could figure out the situation, the shock wave of the explosion went all the way up the passage and hit the bottom armor of the bridge hard.

The entire bridge was turned upside down, the control screen instantly exploded into pieces, and the console burst into flames.

Valerius was severely blown away by the shock wave and hit the armored wall behind him. He vomited blood and his entire right leg was directly pierced by the broken metal, completely losing his ability to move.

The adjutant's whole body hit the console, his neck twisted at a weird angle.

The operator's seat was blown away and he was stuck in the rubble, with blood foaming from his mouth.

The entire bridge was in a mess.

"Alert! The entire ship is paralyzed! Void Shield has failed!"

"Alert! 37% of the ship's structure is damaged! The airtight cabin has lost a lot of pressure!"

"Void Shield Generator is offline! The main engine is shut down!"

Amidst the piercing sirens, Valerius struggled to raise his head and looked at Stormbird slowly rising out of the porthole window, his eyes full of bloodshot eyes and malice.

In the cockpit of Stormbird, Fu Haoran looked at the explosion of fire and was not happy.

The mission [Jump Gang Beheading] is still on, which means Valerius is not dead yet.

"I hate rework and after-sales service!"

Fu Haoran pulled the joystick, Stormbird quickly pulled up, and all weapons locked the bridge.

Valerius looked at the Macro-cannon cannon aimed at him and screamed like crazy, "You lowly Lower Hive guy! You can never win..."

Fu Haoran couldn't hear it at all, but after confirming that Valerius was inside, he pulled the trigger directly.

The thick bulletproof glass shattered instantly, and the bomb exploded inside the bridge.

The fire swallowed up Valerius's last roar.

[System prompt: The beheading of the Jump Gang has been completed!]

[Task rewards have been distributed: Lunar-class Cruiser technical drawing × 1, free attribute points +3, Hive World complete control!]

[PS: Your dance gang is neither authentic nor formal]

Fu Haoran breathed a sigh of relief, the battle on the ground was not over yet, he should go back and finish it off.

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