Chapter 529 The Lion Rising Loyalty Title (Confirmed)

  Chapter 529 Rise of the Lion King: Title of Loyalty (convinced)

There are quite a few airports on Terra, both for civilian and military use. They are the places where transport ships or transport planes in the atmosphere set sail or land. Considering the population on Terra and the current state of nature, almost all daily necessities , even water and food need to rely on other planets to provide.

This makes Terra like an old man, dependent on its thousands of sons and daughters for support, and the airport on the ground is an important input point for these supports, and then from here, take a train or a transport convoy to go to places that need them place.

And considering the current population density of Terra and the serious shortage of corresponding land supply, not to mention the airport, even living there has become a problem. The housing prices in Terra are simply shockingly high. Perhaps here, even a toilet can not afford.

Therefore, most of the airports are located outside the city, on the barren land between the hive capitals. There are few people here, and you can’t even see ghosts, so the more land no one wants, the more suitable it is for construction. Airport.

   Some of them are quite important, while others, **** it, even the Chaos Gods, I’m afraid they won’t notice these inconspicuous ghost places.

This airport is one of them. It is a military airport that usually takes off and lands military transport planes, but Terra has not encountered any war in the past thousands of years. Most enemies will not notice these inconspicuous airports in the wilderness.

  So this airport is usually quite lax. There are no towers, no walls, and no vigilant guards. There are only a group of unlucky people who can’t get along in the hive and are unpopular, so they are sent here.

  The guard sitting in the guard room was leaning on the chair, with his feet up, stacked on the table and looking at the holographic TV in front of him, which was playing a promotional video of the Ministry of Military Affairs that looked like a funny movie to him.

   “The laser gun in your hand is the most powerful weapon in the galaxy. It only takes one shot to pierce a stupid green skin!”

The guard snorted and took a bite of the beans that had hit the bowl on one side of the table. The thing was made in a synthetic factory and tasted like plastic, but considering his position and identity, it was fine. to complain about.

“That’s right, it’s just this broken gun. It takes two shots to kill a mouse. It’s really the best weapon.” He laughed and grabbed the laser gun on one side, waved it in his hand, and watched the video on TV. The show laughed jokingly while eating beans.

But soon, out of his peripheral vision, he saw a light in the wilderness. The light appeared from a distance and approached flickeringly. The guard frowned and sat up to look at the light, “Who would come to this place?” Where? Buck, someone’s coming.”

As he spoke, he took off his helmet from the shelf, put it on after a long absence, and walked out of the guard room with his gun on his back. He stood outside the door of the sentinel station in the cold night, looking at the approaching headlights with his gun on his back, Another of his duty companions also ran out yawning, and it looked like he had just dozed off.

   But they didn’t feel any nervousness. If they want to be nervous, there must be something to be nervous about. Just this ghostly place, Chaos has never been here when it invaded Terra. What danger can there be now?

So when the car and several transport vehicles stopped at the door, the guard didn’t feel nervous at all. He walked up with his gun on his back, came out of the car window and looked at the people inside. He saw the driver first, and then looked at The person on the co-pilot.

   “Who are you?” The guard adjusted his gun belt and asked, deliberately pulling it loudly so that the people inside could hear it, but the latter didn’t react nervously. He lowered the car window and approached the guard.

“We’re looking for Colonel Tarkin.” “Colonel Tarkin? Why are you looking for that grumpy old antique? You are from the Ministry of Military Affairs?” “No, no, but we have to go in. Can you help inform Colonel Tarkin ?”

The guard looked at him suspiciously, then stretched out his head to look at the two people in the back seat, one of them was sitting on the back of the chair with his legs crossed, with half of his face buried in the darkness, the guard looked at him suspiciously, ” You don’t look like a decent person.”

“What’s a decent man these days? An Anglican idiot in a robe? Well, go tell Colonel Tarkin, he’ll be very upset if he knows you’ve sent us away, and you know he won’t What do you do when you’re happy.”

“Hey, **** it.” The guard shuddered as he said that, then he stood up and glanced at the transport truck behind him, “Okay, go in, I don’t want that bad-tempered guy to trouble me, I He will be retiring in half a month.”

The guard patted the roof of the car, waved to the driver, returned to the guard room and pressed the button to open the mast. The car drove in immediately, and the transport vehicle behind him also went in. The guard glanced at them, and then Picking up the phone on the terminal on the table, “Tell the colonel, someone is looking for him, who? Damn, how do I know.”

Vito sat in the back seat and looked at the surrounding walls through the car window. Most of them looked very old, and the numbers on the walls were blurred. All exposed.

  Below the wall, there are many transport planes parked on the runways around the airport. Most of them are as old as this airport. It seems that this forgotten corner has indeed not received attention for many years.

The convoy drove onto the main runway of the airport, and soon came to the only main building here, which was the hangar of a semi-concrete fortress, with a huge gate, which was now opening, and some yawning and chatting people leaned against the gate guard.

An officer came out from behind the door. He was wearing a military cap, kicked the yawning guard at the door, and then looked at the car parked in front of the door. Vito looked at the officer, and straightened his collar , came up with a pistol as old as he estimated.

  Daladin in the front row opened the car door, he got out and looked at the officer, “Colonel Tarkin, long time no see, the last time we met was still here”

   “Stop pretending to care about me, Daladin, when have you guys from the Ministry of Government Affairs ever cared about us people in the desert? What are you doing here? Who are these guys?”

“People from the transportation contractor of the Ministry of Government Affairs, I brought them here to take back some goods, readjust and distribute them.” “Come on, don’t expect to lie to me, I know these guys are cultists, the unlucky ones left by Chaos, Poor **** thrown on this broken planet by their masters.”

“We are the messengers left behind by the gods! We are here to proclaim their will, and when they return, they will become the chosen people of God.” Priest Chaos in a gray robe protested loudly. He walked over and raised his hands loudly. Shouting, the medal necklace around his neck trembled.

“Shut your mouth, you idiot, no matter what you say here is the airport of the Empire, I should shoot you straight away.” Tarkin said, touching the pistol on his waist, and the chattering Priest of Chaos immediately shut down. He shut his mouth and stopped at the rear of the car.

Vito glanced at him, then glanced at Tarkin, but instead of pulling out his gun, he let go with a snort, “But I’m too lazy to kill you, I don’t care about Emperors, Chaos or anything Yes, I don’t really care what’s up and down. Tell me, Daradin, what are you doing here with those wretches? Stop fooling me with your dispatches, or I’ll give him a real shot.”

   “Okay.” Daladin replied after thinking for a while, “We are here for some goods. I want to borrow some armaments from you, a regiment’s gun, and an ion torpedo.”

“Huo, you have a big appetite. Who is it for? For these cultists?” “I thought you didn’t care.” “I really don’t care, I don’t care what he believes, let alone what you think, but don’t try to cause trouble for me , do you know how much trouble it will cause me if I lose one regiment’s armament?” “Come on, Tarkin, you have six regiments of equipment waiting to be transported here, and those idiots in the Military Affairs Department probably gave it to you I don’t remember much.”

After hearing this, Vito looked around. In addition to the things in the warehouse, there were also a lot of materials piled up on the runway here, most of which were packed in boxes and randomly piled up together. The armored vehicles were covered with canvas, with ammunition and The oil was piled up randomly, as if they were not afraid of someone accidentally setting fire, igniting them, and then exploding. On Cole’s boat, they must have been **** and whipped.

But apart from serious safety hazards, there are indeed a lot of things here. This airport was unknown in the past, and it can be seen from those walls, but now, in order to transport the huge military supplies needed for the expedition, it has also been conscripted as a transportation location. One, and there are estimated to be thousands of similar places on Terra.

As far as the idiots of the Ministry of Military Affairs are concerned, they probably have long forgotten that since there is such a place, and that they have given the equipment of the five regiments here, and even weapons of mass destruction, this is simply a paradise for second-hand dealers. No wonder Terra The rebellion on the Internet has not been resolved until now.

“Give me a regiment’s equipment, those guys in the Military Affairs Department won’t pay attention, I will pay you later, but for now.” “I don’t care about your broken gold coins, Darin, what do you think I use them for? Here? What’s the use of money but looking at the sand?”

  Tarkin said, holding his arms in his arms, while Daralin frowned, leaning against the car door and looking at him, “Then what do you want? What do I have to exchange for these armaments?”

   “You want a lot of things, Daradin, a regiment of equipment, and an ion torpedo. I can imagine what these cultist idiots will do with them, but I don’t care, I only care about my affairs here.”

Tarkin said complainingly, with his arms folded on his chest, he glanced at the Priest of Chaos, and then back at Daradin, “I know you’re thinking about the coup, don’t be surprised, it’s already spread, I just don’t I know, when you are going to do it, since you are here today, you should come in person, I think your minister should do it, right?”

“So what if it is?” Daladin asked back, his expression still quite calm, Tarkin looked at him and shrugged, “That’s simple, my condition is that I will give you what you want, and if you want anything else Negotiable, but.”

He paused and said, pointing to the surrounding high walls, and then pointed to the direction of the brightly lit hive capital in the distance, “When you succeed and win, you have to transfer me and my brothers back to the hive from this ghost place Du, arrange for us to be stationed in the upper nest, specifically this ghost place, who cares, leave it to other unlucky people.”

  Vito sat in the car and glanced at the surrounding soldiers outside the car window. They could all hear the conversation, but no one said anything, and no one reacted in disgust, or might report it to the court.

   No, they won’t do anything, they’re waiting for an answer, don’t care what they’re going to do, in order to get transferred from the hell, back to civilization, betray the Emperor? Oh, that’s easier than drinking a glass of water.

  However, if they don’t get the answer they want, then they, and their colonel, don’t mind changing ways to persuade their superiors, for example, using a group of cultists and cronies of the minister of state affairs as military merit.

  Soldiers around all silently pulled the trigger, the insurance was quietly opened, Vito even heard the sound of the energy box being recharged, he frowned slightly, and looked at Dalatin who opened the car door.

  He looked at Tarkin in silence for a moment, then patted the vehicular apex and nodded in reply, “Very well, I agree, I will convince my minister to remember your contribution and get you back after everything is over.”

Tarkin smiled, he clapped his hands, and signaled everyone around him to lower their guns, “I knew we could reach a consensus, my friend, come on, bring your people to carry things, especially those It takes several people to move a torpedo.”

  Daladin nodded to Priest Chaos, who responded with a slight nod, and then went to summon his men. Daradin looked at the cultists who jumped down from the direction of the truck, and at the same time saw the open door of the back seat.

“You’d better stay in the car. They are members of the military system, and they recognize their marshal.” Daladin shut up before he finished speaking. He saw the person coming out of the back seat, and he didn’t recognize that person for a moment. Yes, he has an unfamiliar face, but he recognizes that jacket.

The stranger nodded to him, then stepped aside, and Omega came out behind him, “Take him, unless you want to blow up the ion torpedo on the way, and I will also go in, there is no room for bargaining. ”

  Daradin looked at him and was silent for a moment, then glanced at Tarkin who was greeting the staff behind him, and Priest Chaos finally nodded, “Okay, then remember everything around you, my lord.”

   “Including your face?” Vito asked with a playful smile, and some unexpected Daradin, who may be executed by him or his men as a certain traitor at any time, also smiled.

“especially.”

  (end of this chapter)