Warhammer Inquisitor

The bantha walked into the street from the other side of this small town, the sky was already dark, the dark desert was cold and lifeless, so the street was empty, only the small bar on the roadside There was a burst of noise.

This is a very small town, with only one street and a few rock houses in the desert. It looks like a settlement with little vitality and development potential.

There are many of these places in this desert, most of them are ruined, destroyed by natural disasters, lack of supplies and raids by looters, but apparently this town has survived, and for simple reasons.

There are several Marauder motorcycles parked outside the bar, and its members presumably also hang out in the bar.

The light shines on the ground from between the window and the door opening. The hairy Bantha stopped on the side of the street. Vito jumped off his back. He walked on the street with two guns in his arms. There are only a few On the small street of the house, a man stood beside a flaming petrol barrel. He looked up at Vito as he passed by.

The outsider with the gun gave him a cold look, and the latter immediately understood that he shouldn't be nosy, he lowered his head and pretended not to see Vito.

Vito smiled and ignored him, and walked directly in front of him. Vito walked on the street. He glanced at the motorcycles parked neatly outside the gate of the bar. There were six of them. Many, and the integrity is not bad.

Still typical wasteland junk stuff, but the thing still runs, and the parts still work, so yeah, relatively good.

Vito nodded in satisfaction, and then walked from the motorcycle to the outside of the bar. The creaking sound of the gate when he pushed open attracted the attention of the entire bar.

All the clamor turned their heads at the predators, and they looked at this outsider who came suddenly, and there were some other travelers here, but obviously they all consciously kept their distance from the predators.

That's sensible, especially if they know what's coming.

Vito looked around this small bar. It was undoubtedly the same as most bars, except that the walls and floors were completely made of stone, without floor tiles or carpets. It was purely a stone house.

The bartender watched Vito wipe his glass, but as all the marauders looked at Vito, the barman's hand stopped moving.

Vito smiled and walked to the bar. He glanced at the table with his fingers. The bartender knew what that meant, so he poured a glass of wine for Vito consciously.

The latter picked up the drink made from the cactus juice, and he took a sip of the bitter drink and complained in a low voice, then Vito turned his head to look at the looters in the bar.

His eyes met the nearest looters, and he laughed, "I have a little job to do, I guess I need to rob a train or something."

The Marauder raised his eyebrows and snorted coldly, "That's the train of the Trade Union, we collected their travel expenses and are protecting them! You better pay attention, kid, if your head doesn't want to bloom!"

Vito raised his eyebrows slightly, and snorted jokingly, "Oh? So they paid you to protect the trade roads? That's why you exchanged fire with the local tribesmen, trying to drive them out of your land."

"Ha! Their land? Fart! This is our territory! The Fire Wheel Gang's territory!" The Marauder slammed the table and shouted, and his companions around him began to agree.

"Collect people's money and eliminate disasters for others! Besides, the money given by the trade union's businessmen is not small! If you collect travel expenses, you have to work!"

It seems that just as Vito thought, the merchants in Ushgan paid the local hooligans, probably for protection fees or something, to let them protect the trade routes and arteries, and they hired these criminals as their own. Special "Guard"

I have to say that it really has the characteristics of today's world-shattering way.

Another person laughed, it was an ugly person, he laughed, "And there are many side benefits! For example, we can play with the women of the tribe, although they are not very good-looking!"

"We'll notice if there's something nice! Then have a 'experience'!" They laughed, and all the predators laughed.

Vito also smiled, and he touched his chin, "Two things to tell you, first, I need to take your motorcycle away, and second, you have offended me, so, the chat is over."

"What?"

Vito pulled out his pistol in an instant, and the bullet from the muzzle killed the ugly predator in one shot. He was no longer ugly, because his head exploded, and the man fell to the ground and knocked over half of the table.

All the Marauders were on their feet, weapons drawn, ready to fight back, but Vito was much faster than them.

His pistol swung around and fired again, another marauder was shot, blood spraying the gray walls, his companions fired, the short-barreled shotgun barrage fell on Vito.

The latter turned over and hid at the bar, and the bartender immediately hid and cursed loudly, "You guys want to fight! Don't do it on my territory!"

"Unfortunately, buddy, I don't think it's possible, but don't worry I'll end it soon." Vito said as he pulled out his revolver, he buckled the bolt and took a deep breath, countless bullets hit the top of his head The wine glass on the rack flew flying, the bartender cursed loudly, and the travelers here also fled out immediately.

They escaped from the bar behind the looters, and the punk riders fired at the bar with their guns, and the bullets shot sparks off the table.

But these idiots obviously forgot a basic tactical principle, don't shoot together, because you always have to reload.

They ran out of bullets almost simultaneously, the gunfire stopped abruptly, and the idiot marauders were completely unprepared for any alternate cover.

Vito seized the opportunity to stand up, he held two guns and fired violently, the revolver and the automatic pistol were designed interactively, his arms moved and adjusted with the flickering gunfire, the bullets hit the predators, smashing their flesh and blood , red blood splashed.

In a very short time, Vito killed all of them, one bullet after another shot every predator accurately, and they fell to the ground and knocked over many tables and benches.

Vito stood in a messy bar. He held two empty pistols and looked at the corpses all over the floor. "At least most people can identify their identities. There are whole corpses."

Vito's self-satisfaction did not last long, the door of the bar was kicked open, and the looters who were wandering around outside heard the gunshots and rushed over.

They rushed into the bar and shot at Vito who hadn't had time to reload. The first person who rushed in was instantly hit on the wall, and the powerful spiritual energy slapped him on the wall and fell heavily to the ground .

Vito turned his head and looked in the direction of the gate, and golden lightning shot out from his body in an instant, and the intruders were smashed into burnt black and smashed corpses one by one.

The Marauders were hit and shattered, and some hit the wall half of their bodies were steaming, as if they had been hit by the sun.

Vito changed the bullets calmly, and then shot and killed the last looter standing in the lobby of the bar, holding a gun at a loss.

Vito blew his head off with one shot, calmly and calmly as if he was blowing up balloons in an amusement park, he sighed, put the two guns into the holsters, and walked up to the fallen predator.

He squatted down and took out the keys of the motorcycle from his body, and the bartender stood up in a daze. He looked around at the many fallen corpses in the bar, and then looked at Vito who was groping on the corpses.

He quickly found all the keys, and he held up the bunch of keys to examine them in the light. They were all handcrafted and of various shapes, and they were as bad as their owners.

But it doesn't matter, as long as they can move and catch up with the train.

Vito tore a money bag from the waist of the looter at his feet, and he threw it to the bartender, who caught the money bag and looked at the man in front of him in confusion.

"A small compensation, as compensation for the loss of your bar, can you bury them by the way? I believe their lying here will affect your business very much."

Vito said with a smile on his face, the bar looked at him almost horrified and nodded again and again, wizard! He is a wizard!

Vito probably knew what he was surprised about, and then he smiled and walked out of the bar. He walked down the stairs and took off the chain on the doorpost.

He tied several motorcycles together in a long line. Vito got on the leading motorcycle, whose body was decorated with the skull of a wild beast, and looked at them with their master. It looks just as aesthetically bad.

Vito inserted the key into the switch, and then activated the engine. He drove the motorcycle towards the desert. He whistled and Bantha followed him and left.

The townspeople and travelers in the small town stood on the street and watched Vito walk away. Each of them could clearly see what happened, and more people would know it soon.

The bartender was holding a money belt in front of the door, and he looked at Vito, who disappeared into the desert in the night on his motorcycle.

He saw the golden lightning also flickering in the dark clouds.