harleyscars Chapter 75 Order of the Emperor's Loyal Servant
Chapter 75 Order of the Emperor's Loyal Servant
Chapter 75 Order of the Emperor's Loyal Servant
The next morning, at 6:30.
The administrative building of the Eastern Grain Depot, the director's office.
On the desk was a groskewer of meat, a gift from the governor as a reward for this payday.
This is a steaming hot breakfast.
Rowe sat in a high-backed chair, cut off a small piece of steak, put it in his mouth, and chewed slowly.
In front of him was an access card, which had been taken from the assassin.
"Case".
Lowe called softly.
"I'm here, supervisor. Data retrieval complete."
The Case server unfolded the holographic projection in front of Rowe.
A complex web of interpersonal relationships.
"Intruder codenamed Gray Rat," real name Tom Riddle, joined the company six months ago with a recommendation letter from the "Star Child Mutual Aid Association," and his position is in the ventilation duct maintenance team of Sector B-9.
Luo Wei put down his knife and fork, his eyes sharp, and said, "Six months ago, this was still the mess you were in charge of."
Case replied, "This is a legacy issue, supervisor. Using an algorithm, I compared the list of all employees who entered the granary through the 'Star Child Mutual Aid Association' at that time, and cross-referenced their work schedules, cafeteria dining records, and late-night activity patterns over the past three months."
The red dots on the hologram began to flash, eventually locking onto twelve names.
"These twelve people are scattered across different cleaning and maintenance teams, but that's precisely where the problem lies."
"Every Friday night, they would appear near the abandoned prayer room in Section C at the same time, with a twenty-minute monitoring gap."
"This is a typical characteristic of gang-related crimes, and can also be called a cult gathering."
Case offered a final solution: "I suggest immediately notifying Commander Barker to mobilize the defense forces for arrest and interrogation."
"Your suggestion is not good."
Lo Wei wiped his mouth and rejected the suggestion.
"Making arrests in a high-profile manner will cause panic among those already tense workers."
"Panic will reduce productivity and affect my tithes. Besides, interrogations take time, manpower, and may ultimately waste bullets."
The most efficient cleaning often doesn't require gunfire.
Luo Wei opened the drawer and took out a piece of official paper with the Executive Yuan's letterhead printed on it.
He picked up his pen and began to write furiously, the content of which was calm and cruel:
[Personnel Transfer Order Regarding Emergency Maintenance of Underground Reactor in Zone B-9]
[Given the recent severe carbon buildup on the inner walls of the underground fertilizer reactor in Zone B-9, posing a safety hazard, it has been decided to establish a "Special Emergency Cleaning Team" to manually scrape away the carbon from the inside of the reactor.]
The group members are listed below: ———— (twelve names)
【Operation Requirements: Due to the high concentration of acidic gas and unstable compounds remaining in the reactor, the risk level of the operation is "extremely high".
In recognition of their dedication, the team members will receive double work points and the "Imperial Servants" medal upon completion of the mission.
[Issued by: Rowe Dane]
After writing the last word, Luo Wei picked up the black seal that symbolized the highest authority in the eastern granary and pressed it down heavily.
"Smack."
The bright red ink spread across the paper, effectively confirming the death order.
He tucked the transfer order into the metal clip in the servo skull and said calmly, "Send it to Old John. And by the way, the reactor's exhaust valve is malfunctioning. To prevent the backflow of highly toxic gases from affecting production, a Level 1 containment procedure must be implemented: completely weld the hatch shut from the outside and seal it for at least four hours."
Luo Wei walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the vast factory area below, a cold glint in his eyes.
"Last time, in order to reclaim the fifth-generation pureblood larva, the Star Child Cult did not hesitate to send thousands of believers in a suicidal charge—I thought that riot had already emptied the rat nest underneath."
"It seems I underestimated their cunning. There are always a few that escape the net and know how to hide in the gutter to survive when their companions are dying."
He turned around and transformed back into the meticulous auditor.
"Remember to retrieve these twelve corpses intact. Since they are remnants of the 'Children of the Stars,' they possess precious Tyrande genes."
"Whether used to neutralize the toxicity of the broth in premium fertilizer, or chopped up and fed to developing 'Gluttony Walls,' it's an excellent high-energy supplement."
"Terren biomass is scarce right now, so don't waste even a single gram."
Nine o'clock in the morning.
Luo Wei then arrived at the A-3 core test field located underground.
As soon as he stepped out of the airtight door, the scene before him made even Luo Wei, the instigator, frown slightly.
Using "premium fertilizer," which is Nurgle broth, Tyrannical corpse powder, and wheat with Imperial hormones, it grew to half a person's height in just a few days.
But this is not a wheat field at all.
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This is practically a miniature version of the Katachon Death Jungle.
The wheat ears were no longer golden grains; they grew as thick as maces, covered with a purplish-black cuticle.
The edges of the leaves are covered with fine barbs, which make a "rustling" friction sound when blown by the airflow of the ventilation system.
It sounded like countless insects whispering.
Their root systems are even more terrifying.
The roots exposed on the ground, a dark red like veins, greedily crawled on rocks and concrete, and even tried to entangle the servo skulls that passed by.
Susan and her "widows' group" immediately came to greet them.
This woman, who was once just an ordinary housewife, now holds a flamethrower and looks wary.
Susan, pale-faced, gave an urgent report to Rowe.
"My esteemed advisor, something terrible happened last night. Two serfs responsible for pruning the branches were nearly eaten by these things."
"Explain in detail," Luo Wei said, raising an eyebrow.
"As the two serfs approached the furrows in section B, the roots of the wheat seedlings suddenly entangled their ankles, trying to drag them into the soil."
"If we hadn't used a flamethrower in time to burn off the roots, they might already be fertilizer."
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Susan pointed to a charred mark not far away.
Luo Wei walked over and squatted down to examine it.
The severed root was still twitching slightly, and what was flowing from the break was not plant sap, but a viscous liquid similar to blood plasma.
"Terran's predatory instincts," Rowe concluded in his mind.
These crops achieved miraculous growth rates and yields.
However, it has clearly inherited too many characteristics of gene stealers.
They were not content to remain plants; they yearned to hunt.
"This is not just food, it's rapidly becoming a biological weapon."
Lowe stood up, dusted off his hands, and ordered, "Susan, relay my orders."
"First, from now on, the A-3 experimental field is a military restricted area. A high-voltage electric fence will be erected between the field ridges, with the voltage set high enough to knock out an Oglin ape."
"Second, expand the pruning teams; each team must be equipped with a flamethrower operator. Tell them that if they see any plants moving abnormally," they should burn them without asking permission.
"third----"
Lowe turned to look at Father Alpha, who was recording data.
"Father, I know you're eager to study the reproductive mechanisms of these monsters. But I must pour cold water on that idea. The next generation of offspring must be sterilized."
Father Alpha's prosthetic eye flickered, and he asked in confusion, "Sterilization? But Advisor, if this powerful vitality could be passed down, it would be of great significance for future research on increasing productivity."
Luo Wei said in a cold voice, "If it is inherited and spreads to the wild, Plenty II will become a second Tyranid hive world."
We are farming, not providing a springboard for insect swarms.
He then used his biological knowledge from his previous life, combined with the cruel logic of this world, to come up with a solution.
"By using radiation, we disrupt the genetic chain of the germ. We want to make these crops disposable mules": they can only produce food, not reproduce. This is called the genetic lock of hybrid vigor, and it's also our life-saving lock."
"Furthermore, a harvest three months later cannot be called an autumn harvest."
"What's it called?" Susan asked instinctively.
"It's called a military exercise."
Looking at the menacing wheat field before him, Luo Wei said coldly, "At that time, I will mobilize the fully armed defense force and send in harvesters. This is not just a harvest, but a siege against the alien plants."
Leaving the suffocating A-3 experimental field, Lowe arrived at the ordinary planting areas in zones C to F.
The art style here is completely different.
There are no grotesque carnivorous plants, no high-voltage power grids, and no nauseating hormone smell in the air.
Only endless, normal green wheat fields undulated in the gentle breeze of the constant temperature system.
Although its growth rate was far slower than that of the monsters in the experimental field, in Luo Wei's eyes, this was the foundation that allowed him to sleep soundly.
"Magic Plants" can only be used as special military rations and a means to achieve KPIs; they are a stopgap measure for walking a tightrope.
If the court finds fault with it, or if it causes the ecosystem to spiral out of control, it will be a catastrophic disaster.
In order to live a long life, he must walk on two legs.
"The left hand is the miracle of blasphemy, the right hand must be the wisdom of mortals."
Luo Wei stood on the edge of the field, watching several modified heavy tractors pulling giant metal plowshares, emitting a dull roar.
The massive plowshare cut deep into the soil, turning up the hardened layers of soil beneath and exposing the dark cross-section.
"Is this the 'deep cultivation method' that you've insisted on promoting since your first day in office?"
Father Alpha followed behind, watching the surging waves of earth, his mechanical eyes flashing with confused data streams.
"Advisor, if I may be so bold, this project has been going on for a month. According to the Agricultural Bible of the Mechanic Church, this kind of deep tilling not only consumes a lot of precious fuel, but also destroys the original stable microstructure of the soil —"
"Stablize?"
Luo Wei sneered, bent down, grabbed a handful of the black soil that had been turned up, and crushed it forcefully.
The clod of earth crumbled in his hand, revealing its intricate texture.
"This land has been exploited by chemical fertilizers and shallow cultivation for hundreds of years, and its surface has long been hardened like cement."
This so-called "stability" is actually suffocation.
As early as his first week as "acting manager," while reviewing agricultural reports from the past thirty years, he astutely noticed a problem:
Although the amount of fertilizer used in Fengrao No. 2 has increased year by year, the yield per mu has decreased year by year.
His agricultural knowledge from his previous life told him that this was a typical case of soil degradation.
So, even before he was officially hired, he faced immense pressure and diverted part of the maintenance budget to have Father Alpha modify these deep tillage machines.
"Only by deep plowing and breaking through the hard plow pan can the soil breathe again and the roots grow deeper."
Lowe tossed the soil back onto the ground, clapped his hands, and said in a charlatan-like tone, "Father, this isn't disturbing the machine's spirit. This is allowing the soil buried deep underground to once again bathe in the emperor's divine glory. It's a physical 'blessing' ritual."
The priest's processor lags for a moment.
Although this does not conform to dogma, the explanation is logically closed.
"And that one too."
Rowe pointed to another area where black pipes were being laid.
That was a simple drip irrigation system that he forcibly implemented after using statistical methods from auditing to calculate the flow rate and evaporation of the irrigation canals.
This project also started very early.
Just after he cleaned up the mess left by his predecessor, Case.
"Previous flood irrigation was too wasteful. Data shows that 40 percent of the water evaporates during the flow. This drip irrigation system, on the other hand, delivers water directly to the roots."
"Precision and efficiency are the greatest respect for resources."
Lo Wei revealed his long-term plan.
"Father, we want to implement a dual-track system."
"The A-3 experimental field is responsible for providing explosive production; it's our lifeline, a political achievement to show the higher-ups."
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"And here, through intensive cultivation, crop rotation, and meticulous management, we are responsible for providing a stable, safe supply of grain that can be served on the tables of the nobility."
"Only in this way will we have a trump card to play when the Black Ships of the Inquisition arrive and when the plague breaks out again."
"After all, miracles cannot be replicated, but science can be mass-produced."