Fu Haoran holds down Dredd's gun and asks Tychus to explain clearly from the beginning.
As one of the smartest people in the world, Ogryn, or Gray Ogryn, Tychus's IQ is indeed hundreds of millions of points higher than that of his peers.
But most of the time, he enjoys playing the fool.
As long as he can remember, he has been living on a feudal agricultural planet. With his three-meter height and brute strength, he was called a giant by other children.
The days passed peacefully and happily.
The good days came to an abrupt end until the tax collection ship of the Ministry of Internal Affairs landed, regarded him as military supplies, and forcibly captured him on the ship.
However, Tychus was jailbroken halfway.
He wanted to see the outside world.
Therefore, I would like to mention the star-wide pursuit of Adeptus Arbites.
The legal executive in charge of the case at the time was named Grix. After learning that Ogryn had escaped from prison under his nose, his brain was shut down for several seconds.
"You mean, Ogryn, whose IQ is generally lower than that of a three-year-old child, secretly drove away a transport ship and escaped from prison under the noses of more than a dozen of your elite bailiffs?!"
Then he flew into a rage and directly raised the case to the level of Chaos pollution.
After all, a sudden enlightenment of Ogryn is not normal no matter how you think about it. It must be the chosen one of Tzeentch who did it!
This is probably the worst time Tzeentch has been hacked.
The hunt begins.
Ten years.
A whole ten years.
Countless times, Adeptus Arbites agents investigated Ogryn slave workers in various mines and gangs one by one.
Tychus is in the shadows, standing, squatting, or pretending to move goods awkwardly.
Most of his peers are really stupid, but he is not.
As a result, Tychus escaped from the opponent's nose time and time again.
Still a swaggering one.
Grix Executive Officer regards this incident as a stain on his life, saying that this shame and humiliation must be washed away, otherwise he will never return to the star zone Adeptus Arbites!
The most recent time, Grix stood in the mine, pressed the shoulder of his apprentice Dredd and collapsed and shouted, "Tell me! A Ogryn! He has been missing in Hive City for three years! The most elite agents and bailiffs in the empire cannot catch him! Please explain to me! Are you too incompetent, or are you more stupid than Ogryn?!"
Dredd was filled with grief and anger at that time, and for a time he had doubts about his IQ.
Tychus was less than ten meters away from Grix at that time. He was pretending to be a fool while he was talking. He carefully put the fine Cigar that the legal executive had placed on the table and put it into his pocket.
If smart guy Ogryn has a rating, then he is definitely a top smart guy.
Executive officer? So what, he's not a fool.
In the following years, Tychus worked in Hive City everywhere.
Sometimes he works as a mercenary for a gang and fires a few shots, as long as he is worthy of the reward from his employer.
Sometimes I work as a worker in a mine or trading post, doing some hard work and reselling some things.
After all, no one would suspect a Ogryn of stealing something. Even if they were discovered, they would just treat it as an unintentional act of a fool.
Once, Tychus was working in the mine and saw the foreman counting the goods.
He leaned over with a fit of laughter, pointed at the box and muttered, "This is heavy".
The foreman cursed, "Get out of here, you idiot." He leaned against the box and already touched the entire bag of Throne Coin in the corner of the box.
The whole process took less than three seconds, and the foreman was stunned and didn't notice it.
However, Tychus never stays for long, because Tychus always finds ways to steal and sell all valuable things.
The little conscience I had left made Tychus feel that he should not be too desperate in doing things.
At least there are some people left to beg for food, so they won't starve to death.
Tychus I don't say hello every time I change jobs.
After all, no one would care if they lost a fool Ogryn, and no one would get angry over a slave worker.
Tychus is absolutely sure of his own power.
Of course, there is also IQ.
No one knows that this silly-looking Ogryn likes to read.
Read the works of imperial sages, Ecclesiarchy classics, philosophical papers, and art documents----Tychus.
He also liked to admire imperial sculptures, and even secretly made small-scale replicas of several of them using scrap materials in his small shack.
Over the past few years, he taught himself High Gothic and several variations of Low Gothic, and even had a superficial understanding of the laws of the empire.
Tychus has done all of this extremely covertly.
For ordinary Hive City workers, it is difficult to obtain books. If you suddenly study esoteric materials, you may be reported as a heretic.
But for a Ogryn, it is too simple.
He only needs to point to a certain book and mutter, "This--can be used as a pillow, it's comfortable."
Then I can go home with the book in my arms openly.
No one would give it a second thought, no one would think that a Ogryn could read.
For most citizens of the empire, a Ogryn that spells their own name correctly is enough to shock the whole family.
If Ogryn like him is exposed, it will definitely cause Adeptus Arbites and Ecclesiarchy people to collectively suffer a cardiac arrest.
About five or six years ago, Tychus was squeezed so hard in the Underhive mine that he killed the black-hearted mine owner with one punch. He took a few bullied Ogryn and refugees to build Iron Bone Gang.
The name was chosen at random, and the original intention was to protect these low-level people from being manipulated by nobles and gangs.
But later, the gang's second-in-command was bribed by a nobleman and secretly colluded with Four-Armed Cult to use the refugees as fodder in exchange for weapons.
Unable to stop him, he simply took away all the valuables in the gang overnight and ran away.
I burned down my old shack because I was afraid that the Gothic in my notes and the replica sculpture would reveal my identity.
After all, no one would believe that Ogryn could read, let alone that Ogryn could read philosophical works.
But fate never follows the script.
After that jailbreak, Tychus thought he could get away with it, until one day, he walked into the trading station to inquire about information about psychic awakening.
As soon as I entered, I realized something was wrong. There were too many guards.
Just when he was looking for a chance to escape, the door of the trading post slammed shut.
On the high platform, a red-eyed legal executive led a large number of bailiffs and sealed off the entire trading post.
Grix Legal Executive Officer came in person.
"Capture the wanted criminal! Everyone stay put!"
The bailiffs began a large-scale search.
Tychus continued to pretend to be a fool and squatted in the corner with his voice dripping.
But this time, Grix personally checked every Ogryn one by one.
Tychus was pounding in his heart, and his eyes quietly glanced at the ventilation duct in the corner.
Taking advantage of the chaos, he moved over little by little, praying in his heart: Don't be discovered.
He didn't want to be sent to Adeptus Arbites's laboratory for study on slices.
Finally, he found the secluded path and plunged into the hidden pipe.
Descending rapidly in the pipe, he was planning an escape route while sliding. This pipe was an escape route that he had already taken, and at the end were stored escape materials and a few books he often read.
Plop!
He fell to the bottom of the pipe.
The bottom of the buttocks is soft and warm.
I lowered my head and looked - good news, it was Grix executive.
Bad news, the other party was sitting under his butt, with the black muzzle of the gun pressed against his chin.
The air froze for three seconds.
"Ten years." Grix's voice was as hoarse as sandpaper, "I finally caught you."
Tychus was stunned.
"Ha, you missed one thing." Grix gritted his teeth, "I'm not really stupid."
After ten years of hunting, Grix had long felt that something was wrong. Every time a crime occurred, there was no trace of the existence of the second person except Ogryn.
After eliminating all possibilities, the remaining answer, no matter how ridiculous, is the only truth.
This Ogryn planned the entire jailbreak by himself and treated the local Adeptus Arbites as a fool for ten years.
Finally, Grix invited the prophecy system Psyker to accurately locate the location of Tychus.
The good news is that the criminal was finally caught.
The bad news is that the scene was very embarrassing at one point. Grix was sitting on Tychus's buttocks, pointing a gun at each other, but he didn't dare to shoot.
Because the gun is loaded, if this posture goes wrong, you will be killed first.
Tychus was also very embarrassed at the time.
But if he gets up, he will definitely not be able to avoid the pursuit of Grix.
If he seeks death and kills a Adeptus Arbites legal executive, he cannot afford the consequences.
The two of them were just frozen.
Tychus feels that a certain amount of respect should be maintained for Adeptus Arbites legal executive.
He adjusted his mood, showed a smile that he thought was wise, and looked at Grix as kindly as possible.
Grix has broken the defense.
He hit Bolter on Tychus's head with one hand and started to curse.
To be honest, Tychus wanted to appease him at first.
But soon, he also broke through the defense.
Damn it, it was too filthy.
Tychus began to fight back. Sonnets, philosophical paradoxes, High Gothic's clever puns, and Low Gothic's vulgar slang took turns.
He also told a story about a broken gear in binary code, sarcastically saying that Grix is like a rusty machine that cannot turn its brain.
Fifteen minutes later.
Grix ran out of words and started howling ghostly.
Tychus Then I felt that something bad had happened, it had driven me crazy, and this crime was serious again.
Now even he himself doesn't believe that he has nothing to do with Chaos.
Tychus stood up carefully.
As a result, the old man went completely crazy and didn't care about anything. He rushed over and started fighting like crazy.
Tychus is a decent person, and he believes that an executive must at least be a decent person.
But obviously, Grix is now somewhat ---- disgraceful.
At this moment, Dredd came in, and when he saw his usually steady and decent instructor, he was howling like a madman.
Tychus pointed to the statue of the Emperor in his hand, indicating that he was not a heretic.
On one side is the mentor who seems to be possessed by a demon, and on the other side is Ogryn who looks more like a normal person than a normal person.
The situation became awkward again.
He cast a look at Dredd: Are all your legal executives like this?
Dredd looked at the wise Tychus, shook his head, and began to struggle in his heart.
The only sane person on the field right now is Ogryn.
This is somewhat strange.
Is it the loss of morality or the distortion of human nature?
Tychus said, "I will not run away."
Dredd nodded subconsciously.
He then said to Grix, "We can put down our weapons and sit down and talk."
Grix bit his pectoralis major muscle and cursed vaguely.
Tychus grimaced in pain, but did not fight back.
He looked at Dredd, explained that he would not run away and was willing to go back with them, and recited a verse praising the Emperor in the most standard High Gothic.
Dredd, who had just regained his composure, found his mind empty again.
Tychus suggested. "Please put the gun back, the biggest problem now is not me."
Dredd's empty eyes made Tychus feel like he was talking to a chicken.
Forget it.
Tychus waved his hand and threw the disarmed weapon of Grix towards Dredd.
Dredd stumbled and picked up the instructor's Bolt Pistol, looking at him with a dazed look on his face.
Tychus stopped caring about him and began to focus on solving the Grix who was biting him in front of him.
He was very sure that if he killed Grix with one punch, Dredd would definitely kill him.
He chose a gentle method - three gentle blows, which made Grix, who was biting and cursing, relax.
Grix showed dull eyes.
Tychus gently said to him, "Calm down, we are all decent people."
Then he gently picked up the sluggish Grix and put him next to Dredd.
Grix is sitting on the ground, with disheveled hair, empty eyes, and mumbling to himself.
Ten years later, this once high-spirited executive has been forced into this state by himself.
Tychus suddenly felt guilty.
It's not that he hasn't thought about running away. But looking at Grix's appearance, he suddenly felt that he couldn't hide for the rest of his life.
If God-Emperor really gave him any mission, then it must be today.