harleyscars Chapter 90 A Mess
Chapter 90 A Mess
Chapter 90 A Mess (Bonus Chapter)
Bill stammered, "What the hell is this?!"
Lo Wei pointed to the tentacles that were slowly retracting into the ground.
"This is the latest experimental vehicle for recycling biological waste from the Mechanics Academy." It has an extremely keen sense of smell and an excellent appetite for certain specific pests.
He didn't explain much.
A suitable degree of mystery is the best way to maintain deterrence.
Bill was silent for a moment, then turned off the chainsaw's engine and loosened his greasy hand from the handle.
"Don't stop this thing under my feet next time. Although my industrial elevator has a large load capacity, this floor can't withstand this kind of abuse."
Then Bill asked, "You knew it was him all along?"
“My car knows,” Rowe replied. “It’s been restless downstairs. And in this room, the only thing that can excite it like this, besides you, is him.”
"Then why didn't you say so sooner?"
"Because I need to confirm whether you're in cahoots with him."
Rowe walked up to Bill, his gaze cold: "If you were a rat, then what rushed at you just now wouldn't have been just this one tentacle."
Bill wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.
The strong smell of blood, at this moment, actually made him feel somewhat at ease.
He is a smart man.
He was also an extreme egoist.
With Valken dead, his greatest threat was eliminated.
Although it made him feel a bit angry at being fooled, it also made him feel fortunate.
More importantly, he clearly saw Luo Wei's strength.
This method of restraining the "Star Child" cult is exactly what he urgently needs right now.
"30/70 split!"
Bill suddenly spoke, his voice regaining its rough, metallic quality.
"What?"
"Processing fee." Bill stared at Rowe. "I'll process your wheat for you. You get 70% of the profits, I'll take 30%. Besides that, you have to clean this place up."
He pointed to the large hole in the ground.
"I'm not talking about cleaning, I mean, pulling out all the rats hiding in the gutter and feeding them to your car."
"My factory can no longer have meat thieves like this."
Lo Wei smiled.
This is a very reasonable deal.
"make a deal."
He stretched out his hand.
Bill gripped Rowe's hand tightly.
This time, the force of his large hand was no longer a test.
Rather, it is a confirmation of a covenant.
Feeling a dull pain in his hand bones, Lowe added, "However, Supervisor Bill, the cleanup fee is separate. For every fourth-generation hybrid captured, I'll take an extra five tons of finished military rations."
"You really are a fucking vampire!"
Bill cursed, but a gleam of pleasure flashed in his one eye.
He grinned, revealing a metal jaw, his smile twisted and menacing: "Deal. As long as you can kill all these scum, I'll give you ten tons, not just five!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the adrenaline that had fueled the butcher's rage seemed to subside.
Bill loosened his grip on the chainsaw, letting the heavy weapon crash onto the gravel floor with a loud thud.
His massive body slumped heavily back into the reinforced office chair.
Bill surveyed the "banquet hall," a symbol of his absolute power, and then said softly, "Thank you, Director Rowe. If it weren't for you, I'd probably be that monster's next lunch by now, or worse, its incubator."
Bill looked down at his large hands.
His fingers were filled with years of stale engine oil grime, and the lines on his palms were soaked with the blood of countless people.
These hands have snapped competitors' necks, operated crushers, and dealt with disobedient foremen.
He had killed many people and believed he had seen through many people.
But he never imagined that the enemy's most lethal dagger had been hidden right beside him, in the hands of his most trusted adjutant.
Lo Wei's kindness to him went beyond just saving his life.
It also helped him retain his position as "Northern Grain Depot Supervisor".
At Fengrao No. 2, losing power is more terrifying than losing one's life.
Because the former means you will become the raw material for the latter.
Lo Wei did not speak.
He simply stood quietly at the edge of the ruins, observing the collapse of the powerful figure before him.
Bill fell into a quagmire of emotions called "self-doubt".
His previous arrogant and domineering aura had vanished; now he was rambling on and on, his eyes unfocused.
Like an aging believer in a midnight confessional, talking to himself against a cold wall.
"Ten years ago, I wasn't a supervisor yet; I was just a foreman in the third crushing workshop."
Bill's gaze went unfocused.
It seemed as if, through the mess on the ground, one could see a past filled with the steam of the past.
"Once, the main bearing was overloaded, and a giant flywheel that was three people tall shattered."
"Everyone was stunned, except for Valken—Valken, who usually looks frail, rushed over and pushed me away without hesitation."
Bill patted his left side heavily with his large mechanical hand.
The area is now covered by an industrial hydraulic exoskeleton, cold and heavy.
"That piece of flywheel was originally aimed at my head. He pushed me, but half of my body was still scraped off, so I had to replace it with this pile of metal."
Bill's voice lowered, and he sounded a little choked up.
"But he was in a worse state. In order to push me, he crashed into the flying gears. He broke three ribs, and his lung was punctured. Blood and saliva sprayed directly into my face."
"Even with those injuries, that bastard refused to go into the proper medical ward."
"He told me at the time that it was to save me money, saying that he didn't trust the mechanical priest who could only do mending and patching."
He survived in the workers' shed by relying on a few injections of substandard healing medicine bought on the black market.
"I was deeply moved at the time, thinking he was a tough guy, a true man who would risk his life for his brothers."
"Now I understand, he wasn't trying to save money at all! He was scared! He was afraid that if he lay down in the medical pod, the bio-scanner would detect that his heart rate was off, that he had a carapace under his skin, and that he wasn't even a human being!"
"But I was like a fool and handed over the spare keys to him—the keys to my private vault."
"So, he saved me back then just because I was a better cover?"
"Is it just so I can climb higher, so that this parasite can feast more on my veins?"
As he spoke, a few drops of murky liquid dripped down the metal grille that had been removed from his jaw.
It dripped onto the purple gravel, making a soft "plop" sound.
These are the tears of a crocodile, and also the tears of a butcher.
Luo Wei stood by indifferently.
In his view, emotions are a high-risk asset that cannot be quantified.
From an auditing perspective, Bill's current sadness is an ineffective sunk cost.
Crying over a bad debt account that has already been closed won't undo any losses; it will only waste your precious energy.
In his mind, Lowe updated the evaluation label for Butcher Bill:
[They are sentimental and easily deceived, but when their core interests are harmed, they will exhibit a strong tendency towards revenge.]
"Manager Bill."
Luo Wei spoke up at the right moment, interrupting the other party's meaningless emotional outburst.
"Grief can wait until after get off work, and be slowly processed with alcohol. Right now, we need to cut our losses."
Lowe walked to the edge of the hole.
The sole of the shoe was stepping on a piece of chitinous shell.
"Valken is dead, but the mess he left behind is still there."
The sadness had not completely faded from Bill's fleshy face.
But then he realized something, his mechanical eyes darting around anxiously. "A mess? No, Lowe, this is a huge problem! The commotion just now was too loud! Physical vibrations might be masked by workshop noise, but this bastard is a fourth-generation elite!"
"When psionic monsters of this caliber die, they emit a final, deathly shriek, like an air raid siren sounding in the warp!"
Bill's breathing grille emitted a rapid, erratic stream of white vapor.
"His accomplices must have heard it! They're probably cutting off the power and filling the ventilation ducts with poison gas, preparing to avenge their leader!"
Faced with Bill's panic, Rowe simply shook his head calmly.
"Quite the opposite, Bill. It's very quiet now, neither in the material world nor on the spiritual level. There are no alarms sounding."
Bill was stunned, and asked in confusion, "Did this bastard die so quickly that he forgot to yell?"
"It's not that I forgot, it's that I didn't want to."
"Love said in a deep voice."
We began to dissect the psychology of the alien, much like dissecting an account.
"Valken is a fourth-generation elite with considerable psionic talent. But don't forget, the Genestealers Cult is a highly hierarchical and competitive system."
"The moment he tore away the facade, he laid down a psionic shadow around this office."
"He blocked the signal here not to protect his companions, but to eat it all by himself."
Lowe analyzed clearly, "First, he wants to claim all the credit for killing me, this high-value target. By killing me, he can exchange it for the highest favor from their 'patriarch' and gain a promotion."
"Secondly, he wanted to ensure that he could take over the entire northern granary without interference after executing you. He considered you his prize and did not want any other competitors to rush in and take a share at this time."
Lowe paused, then sneered, "He was too greedy and too confident. He thought he was a hunter trapping a prey, but he didn't expect that beneath the floorboards lay a gaping maw."
"My experimental biological waste recycling vehicle is highly efficient at preying on its prey; the high concentration of acidic digestive enzymes dissolved his vocal cords and central nervous system in an instant."
"So much so that he didn't have time to remove the barrier, nor to let out his final scream, before he turned into the most basic protein."
This means that, in the eyes of those fanatical followers, their leader was still having a "friendly" private conversation with the supervisor.
This is the information gap.
It is also a narrow gap between life and death.
"His accomplices are unaware that their leader has become fertilizer under the car. They are still standing by, waiting for Valken's orders."
Rowe turned around and said solemnly, "Bill, this is your only chance."
These words abruptly snapped Bill out of his daze and panic at the betrayal.
Bill's breathing gradually calmed, and a savage yellow light rekindled in his mechanical eyes. He nodded and said, "You're right, Rowe, time to get to work. Since they like to eat my flesh, I'll chop them all up and stuff them into cans."