After a series of lies and brainstorming sessions, everyone reached a consensus once more: kill the Inquisition's pursuers first.
Although, based on the actual evidence so far, Su Ming had only found one Officio Assassinorum assassin. After all, the only evidence was that single bullet.
Inquisitors, Grey Knights—whether they were even on this planet was all uncertain. Deathstroke had simply made it up to pin the blame elsewhere and fool the two Space Marines.
But it never hurt to think a few steps ahead. Dig the pit first, then when the right people showed up later, bury them in it one by one.
Anticipating the enemy was Deathstroke's usual way of doing things.
Would the enemy come? Were they planning to deal with them? Never mind that for now. Prepare targeted plans first.
Still, this was not baseless speculation. There was a strong chance that an Inquisitor had been involved in the hunt for Efferal. The Inquisition wanted her brain, the records and knowledge of Chaos, even the Black Library's exact location—every bit of it was priceless intelligence.
But most of the Empire's elite assassins came from the Cult of Death Worship. They loved playing with corpses too much—after killing someone, they habitually dug out the target's brain and organs, then held those bits and pieces over their heads with both hands and twisted wildly.
After taking a "warm bath" of blood mixed with brain matter, it was as though the fatigue of killing had vanished.
It was their favorite activity. The Cult of Death Worship believed that offering flesh, blood, and death was a way to prove their loyalty to the Emperor. Of course, it was also possible that, after worshipping for a while, they suddenly discovered that Khorne was the one answering them.
This was not nonsense; it