"At three o'clock in the morning, the third armory was attacked! A company of guards stationed there was wiped out, and the 300,000 Lasgun, 5,000 boxes of explosive bombs, and 200 heavy artillery in stock were all looted!"
Fu Haoran grabbed Data Pad and looked back at the surveillance.
On the screen, several black shadows flashed past, and the guarding Servitor was torn into pieces before he could react.
Immediately afterwards, a tidal wave of figures emerged from the darkness, resisting Wolf Spider Sentry Gun's firepower net, and forcibly tore the turret into pieces0
Then, countless rickety figures quickly shuttled through the warehouse, quietly carrying weapon boxes.
Occasionally, a figure raised its head, revealing a mouth that was open to the ears and four twisted arms.
"Purestrain Genestealer!"
Priest Kallen asked in confusion, "Sir, there are no relevant records in my database, so I cannot estimate their threat level."
After knowing that it was now 30K, Fu Haoran had no choice but to patiently educate the public. "Genestealer reproduces by infecting human hosts. The first-generation hybrid Xenomorph has obvious characteristics and can only hide in the dark."
"The second and third generations gradually conformed to human shapes. By the fourth generation, except for the slightly purple skin color and slightly convex forehead, they were almost the same as ordinary people. The biggest feature was that they had no hair."
"This generation of thieves will infiltrate every level of society to seize power, resources and intelligence."
"The fifth generation Genestealer will have an atavism and become Purestrain Genestealer again, starting a new round of infection cycle. In other words, Genestealers has taken root in Underhive for more than twenty years.
"If a group wants to raise so many purebloods, the number of mixed-bloods at the bottom must be at least dozens of times greater than them."
Fu Haoran is calculating rapidly in his mind.
There are at least hundreds of purebloods appearing in the surveillance.
Dozens of times, that is hundreds of thousands! Even millions!
What's even worse is that no one can guarantee that this is their entire number.
The entire Underhive has been penetrated into a sieve.
But the biggest doubt about Fu Haoran is not the number of Genestealers, but——
"How do they know where the Third Armory is?"
This armory was secretly renovated by him. It was completed less than a week ago, and it contains all heavy weapons prepared for the eradication of Underhive.
The only people who know the specific coordinates and completion time are, apart from his core guards, the few Hive City noble businessmen who transferred the warehouse, and Adeptus Arbites's docking personnel.
"There is a mole."
Fu Haoran gritted his teeth, and countless faces flashed through his mind.
The noble businessman who transferred the warehouse is the first suspect, but what Genestealers is best at is infiltration.
Who can guarantee that there will not be any fourth-generation hybrids lurking in Adeptus Arbites and the core guard?
He suddenly remembered the death of Judge Horn.
"Horn would have died sooner or later, but he died at this time. Did he find out something? Or did he know some inside story and was silenced?"
"No matter how you think about it, the nobles are the most suspect. These insects should not have been left alone in the first place."
But now is not the time to track down the mole.
Three hundred thousand firearms, enough to arm hundreds of thousands of people.
Even if the remaining Genestealers didn't grab the gun, the sharp claws grown through mutation would still be fatal trouble.
The higher the degree of mutation, the more agile the person is.
Besides, Genestealers is not a fool.
They knew that they were going to attack him, so they took advantage of him and took away his weapons arsenal.
The terrifying quantity and desperate fighting style——Fu Haoran showed a trace of hesitation.
"If it doesn't work out, just go to Five Hundred Worlds of Ultramar and follow Brother Thirteen. At least your life will be safe. Anyway, his fleet will always be 9 hours away from arriving at Terra."
But this thought only appeared for a moment before he killed it.
Ask yourself, after reaching this point, Fu Haoran simply cannot abandon this foundation.
Half an hour later, the combat conference room.
The holographic map is suspended in the center of the conference table, Underhive densely packed tunnels spread out like a spider web, and the seventeen entrances to the surface are marked one by one with red circles.
Wade pointed at the map and introduced, "Sir, the biggest problem now is the shortage of weapons."
"All 300,000 rifles were lost. Although it won't cause any damage, it is impossible to assemble enough troops to suppress the enemy in a short period of time."
"In addition, in accordance with your order, we are conducting a comprehensive genetic examination of the entire army. We have screened out more than 200 people so far. Three of them are veterans who have served for five years.
Fu Haoran's eyelids twitched.
--
Five years.
In other words, Genestealers began to infiltrate his bodyguard at least five years ago.
Wade did not continue, but everyone in the conference room knew the fatal risks involved.
There is simply no way for the Guards to dispatch on a large scale in a short period of time.
As soon as the large army moves, the unscreened hybrids will immediately tip off the information. Whether it is setting up an ambush halfway, blowing up the supply line, or taking advantage of the Hive City to sneak attack on the surface, the consequences will be disastrous.
Not to mention anything else, as long as Genestealers plants bombs in the tunnels that the troops must pass through, and the whole army attacks, it will be a living target for Xenomorph 0
Fu Haoran stared at the criss-crossing tunnels on the map, his mind running rapidly, and suddenly he came up with a very Warhammer strategy.
"Since Underhive is too big and the tunnels are complicated, there is no way to know which exit Genestealers will rush out from. If we divide our forces to eliminate them, we will only be eaten one by one."
"Then, we blow up all the entrances to Underhive, leaving only one main tunnel."
Wade was stunned for a moment. "It exploded? It's all sealed. Genestealers is trapped in Underhive and can't come out. How can we clear it out?"
"No need to clear it all." Fu Haoran shook his head, tapping his fingertips heavily on the dark area in the deepest part of the map, "As long as the first Purestrain Genestealer Patriarch is killed, the entire population will become a piece of loose sand."
"Patriarch is the nerve center of Genestealers, which relies on psychic connections to unify the entire group. Once it dies, the psychic connections are directly broken, and the remaining hybrids will instantly lose order and become a mess."
Tech-Priest Kallen agreed, "This plan has the highest success rate. We can declare to the outside world that using viruses to blow up Xenomorph will completely kill Underhive."
"Yes." Fu Haoran nodded, "Wade, you lead the troops and station them at the entrance to build a heavy fire defense line. Mount all the anti-aircraft guns and Autocannon towers, and assume that you are going to fight Genestealers here to the death."
"I took a beheading team of about 100 people and sneaked in through other entrances."
"Sir, this is too risky!" Wade was the first to stand up and object.
"Underhive The tunnels are complicated and extremely easy to get lost. Once surrounded, there is no way to retreat!"
"I suggest you bring 300 elite commandos wearing Power Armour and divide them into three echelons for cover. Even if you are surrounded, we can open a retreat channel for you!"
Fu Haoran did not give in. "No, Broodlord has extremely strong psychic perception. The more people there are, the greater the fluctuations in life and psychic energy. The easier it is to be discovered, and the more dangerous it is. A team with less than a hundred people has the weakest psychic characteristics and is easiest to hide."
"In addition, the Three Thousand Commandos are the only ace in my hand that I can trust. If they move, even if there is no insider tipping them off, countless pairs of eyes in Hive City will be watching, and the news will definitely leak to Genestealers's ears. Broodlord will just run away in advance, and beheading will directly turn into death."
"The most important thing is that Underhive's abandoned tunnel can only accommodate seven or eight people at its widest point. Dozens of people fighting at the same time is already the limit. No matter how many people there are, they can't move forward at all. They will only become living targets."
Priest Kallen suddenly said, "Sir, if you want to locate Broodlord, I can help."
Everyone looked at him.
"According to my analysis, as long as we can capture a Purestrain Genestealer and use a psychic scanner to track it backwards, we can lock the approximate location of Broodlord."
Fu Haoran's eyes lit up.
"Margin of error?"
"The error may be within ---- three kilometers."
Fu Haoran was silent for two seconds.
"That's enough, it's better than turning blindly."
Finally, under the strong request of Fu Haoran, the beheading team was finally organized into thirty elite veterans, fifty Ogryn,
Commissar Ling Shuang, as well as twenty Servo-Skull and thirty Servitor responsible for logistics.
After arranging the combat mission, Fu Haoran followed Priest Kallen to the workshop.
Priest Kallen stood in the middle of the workshop with an expressionless face, pushing over something that was more like a construction site murder weapon than a weapon.
Yes, this is what was removed from the 2K Era construction site rock cutting machine.
"The engineering weapons you want have been modified." Priest Kallen's tone sounded like he was reciting a eulogy. He felt that this kind of blasphemous modification to Omnissiah made his whole person unclean.
It's like walking on a heretical path.
"Mr. Governor, let me confirm for the last time, do you really want to use this thing to fight Xenomorph?"
Fu Haoran walked over and reached out to hold the modified handle of the tank joystick.
The chain saw disc weighs 800 kilograms. For ordinary mortals, it is impossible to move it, let alone hold it.
Fu Haoran thought silently in his mind and opened the system properties panel.
[Host: Fu Haoran]
[Attributes: Strength 35, Agility 30, Constitution 60, Spirit 15]
[Available free attribute points: 17]
He has been reluctant to use the achievement rewards he saved during this period. Now, it is time to cash them in.
Fu Haoran took a deep breath, without any hesitation, and focused all 17 free attribute points on strength.
[Strength:35→52]
A scalding heat instantly surged through his body, the muscle fibers tightened, and the bones made a slight clicking sound. The originally heavy circular saw instantly became as light as a wooden stick in his hand.
Ordinary Space Marine, without wearing Power Armour, has a basic strength of 50, veteran level 55-60, Fu Haoran's current strength is 52, which is comparable to the newly promoted Astartes, far beyond the limit of mortals.
As for the Drukhari succubus Lailis, she is an elite extraordinary unit. Not to mention the ordinary Space Marine is not her opponent, even the ordinary Chapter Master may not be her opponent.
Fu Haoran picked up the 800 kilogram disc saw with one hand, weighed it twice, and nodded with satisfaction. "It's good, but it's a bit light."
Priest Kallen Looking at him holding the giant saw with one hand, his mechanical eyes nearly popped out.
At this moment, the system came out to join in the fun again:
[Trigger the main mission: Decapitation of the nest]
[Task requirements: Within 72 hours, enter the core area of Underhive and kill Genestealer Broodlord]
[Task reward: Universal Points+10W, free attribute points +5 points, Gene Mimic (one-time prop)]
[Prop effect: After killing Broodlord, its appearance and psychic energy fluctuations can be simulated. The user will become a junior leader. During this period, he can try to control the group. The control authority is linked to the host's spiritual attributes. When the behavior seriously deviates from the group's instinct, the disguise will be seen through]
[PS: Kill that big bug and you can become the new boss]
Fu Haoran twitched his lips. This time, the number of Universal Points given by the system was unprecedented. Even a fool could see how dangerous the mission was.
After turning off System Panel, Fu Haoran put the still buzzing circular saw on his shoulders and walked out of the workshop.
In the direction of the training ground, Tychus is carrying the modified Heavy Autogun, staring in the direction of Underhive in a daze.
Seeing Fu Haoran come out, he grinned, showing his yellow teeth.