Forty thousand years later, he became a god in the warp

Chapter 445: The Clone Base is Hard to Accept

"Ahem..Give me two more."

Harold wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and extended his hand to Perkins beside him. He had been working all night long for the past few days and would not have been able to hold on until now without some external supplements.

"No, Captain. You've already exceeded the dose by 50%. If you continue like this, your body will surely collapse."

Perkins shook his head and stuffed the medicine bottle into his arms. He didn't intend to let Harold fall into the endless abyss. They had seen too many drug-taking gangs in the past two days. They had completely lost their human form after taking drugs. He would not allow Harold to become like that.

"You are meddling in my affairs. I'll tell you to give it to me!"

"impossible."

"I... cough cough cough... I won't eat if I don't want to. Go ask the vehicles and personnel about their preparations. I don't have time to waste any more time here."

Perkins felt relieved, and immediately looked for the captain of the marshals who was about to lead the team to the lower nest. When Harold saw the captain leave, he turned and walked towards the prison.

The gloomy prison was filled with a thick stench, and the source was the hundreds of gangsters he had crammed in there in the past few days. Those clamoring guys had been subjected to his vengeful trial, and now they would immediately wilt like a dehydrated cucumber whenever they saw him.

The criminals huddled in the corner, only daring to observe the movements of the newcomers with their peripheral vision. They muttered and prayed to God, hoping that this lawless man was not coming to find them today.

Every time Harold walked past a cell, the criminals inside all breathed a sigh of relief, then slowly walked to the railings, carefully observing which guy was about to get into trouble...

"You, stand up."

Harold stopped in front of a cell and pointed at a man with an injured face and evasive eyes inside and said coldly. A prisoner in the cell immediately moved to the side, fearing that he would be implicated.

When the prisoner saw that he was pointed at, he immediately felt as if the sky was falling, and cried with a sad face:

"What bad luck... Boss, I've told you everything I know. We don't know who issued the order, but we know that if we put the things they asked for in the designated location, we will have more money in our account. We've never met them."

After the prisoner finished complaining, the prison fell silent. The two sides just stared at each other in silence until he felt a little scared and didn't dare to look into those bloodshot eyes.

"I know, but that's not what I want. Where are all the illegal drugs you hid? I don't want all of them. Just give me a small hiding spot."

Harold was immediately annoyed by the prisoner's words. He thought, what's the connection here? This is blatant robbery, and you only want a small one. I don't want to give you a penny.

"No, boss, that's not how it should be done...Ahhh, no no no! My eyes, my eyes!!!"

Before the prisoner could finish his words, Harold poked his finger into his eye socket, just like when he was reformed, the criminal's eyeball exploded.

The severe pain made the criminal twitch constantly. He grabbed the mechanical arm that was still poking his eye sockets with both hands and kept shouting. Unfortunately, no one came to help him. The criminals around him wanted to shove their heads under the floor, fearing that they would be the next one.

“Ahhhhhh, I said, I said, wuwuwuwu…”

Harold did not let the criminal tell the location. After pulling out his fingers, he stuffed the entire mechanical arm into the man's mouth, pressed it in little by little, then grabbed the root of the tongue and pulled it out.

The long bloody tongue was thrown to the corner of the wall. The warm and sticky touch made the criminal howl. Harold, in a very malicious way, shoved the criminal with his torn mouth into their faces.

Then, while looking at them with a smile, he shook the body and asked, "Do you have a place to hide illegal drugs? I just want a small one."

"In upper nest A-112..."

"Mine is closer in the upper nest..."

"I have two in my rectum. If you want to use them, I will give them to you..."

Two minutes later, Harold met Perkins and told Remarque to meet him in a slum in 15 minutes. When he was picked up and put on the riot truck, his mental outlook had been completely changed and he was ready to face the truth.

...

"The bailiffs are investigating the case, scoundrels, please leave!"

"Don't move, you heretic scum, the law is knocking on your door!"

"Kneel down and pray. Tell me the crimes you have committed and ask me to strike you harder."

The marshals from the Ministry of Justice were almost charging around recklessly. After all, they were all protected by armor and had no weaknesses on their bodies. Plus, they were armed to the teeth with advanced weapons. How could you expect these marshals armed with plasma weapons and explosive bombs to lose?

Harold couldn't help but sigh. If the same number of marshals met the Astra Militarum Corps, the Astra Militarum Corps would lose miserably. There was nothing they could do about it because the other side was so rich.

Mechanical dogs tore apart the resisting criminals, electrified hammers smashed metal and bones, and a hundred or so marshals were able to make a hundred or so gangsters flee in panic. There was nothing they could do because the other side had several Chimaera armored vehicles behind them.

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But the reason why all the gangs in the nest are not clearly identified is because the terrain is too complicated. The overlapping buildings can make dangers hidden in any place. The Ministry of Justice can only fight against the open forces at most. If they really engage in street fighting, life and death will be unpredictable.

"The marshals from the second brigade have also arrived at the lower nest area. The third and fourth brigade are also advancing. The investigators who previously integrated into the gang have also started the sabotage operation. They will reach the factory area in thirty minutes."

"Okay, let the soldiers be more careful."

Harold and the leader of this operation were commanding the battle from the rear. Those gangsters did not intend to have a real fight with the Ministry of Justice. Firstly, they could not defeat them, and secondly, their own gangs had been severely damaged, and they could not stop the rival gangs.

So most of the counterattacks were just for show, firing two shots and then quickly retreating, or at most firing a few rocket launchers for the sake of politeness.

So they went through several tunnels, jumped over many mines, passed through a large number of steel smelting plants, and finally arrived in front of the laboratory near a collapsed railway track.

Although it is called a laboratory, it is actually more like a fully armed fortress. The local gangs don't even dare to get close to it. They only say that it is an organization that has only appeared in the last six months. Communication can only be done through the thinkers they have assigned, and no one else is allowed to get close.

The scout investigator asked Harold and the others to look forward. Through the telescope, they saw a group of soldiers, different from those poor gangsters, patrolling in the fortress-like building.

It was obvious at first glance that the armor and weapons of those guys were super sophisticated products. They must have been made by a professional machine tool production line. It could be said that to some extent, they were comparable to those of the marshals.

"Damn it, no wonder we can't find this super organization. How can we possibly encounter it on this journey without a guide?" Remarque, who was almost dizzy, cursed angrily.

"Captain, isn't the firepower on that fortress too strong? I see even the twin laser cannons are being used, as well as the automatic cannons. Our armored vehicles can't get through, and it seems we can't break through relying on manpower alone." Perkins expressed his concerns.

The commanders of the Ministry of Justice were also worried about this. The enemy had the advantage of terrain, and the Ministry of Justice did not have the advantage in personnel. There was only one direction of attack, and if they went up without any cover, they would be doomed.

Harold pressed his finger bones against his mouth, and he was racking his brains for possible solutions. When he saw the blood splattered on the bailiff next to him, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Disembowel the gang members and collect as many fresh organs as possible for me."

Everyone immediately understood his plan, but even if he could get in the next step, those strong men who seemed to have been genetically modified would probably not let them pass easily.

"Don't follow me, but follow my instructions and you will see."

Harold pulled the cart forward after he finished speaking, while Perkins and Remarque pushed hard from behind. The oil barrel on the cart was filled with steaming internal organs, and the blood that spurted out made the two people behind groan in pain.

"This job is too dangerous."

Such a disgusting scene did not alarm any of the guards. They just quickly raised their guns and fired warning shots at the few people who wanted to move forward.

"This is not the place for delivery. Go up along the railroad tracks. When you see the area where the tracks are broken, just put the goods in the open space next to it. Now, leave!"

The guard's words made the plan of several people fail. They didn't expect that they wouldn't even have the chance to get close. This organization was so tight that it was as simple as a machine, and there was no room for turning back.

"How about you, Captain? Can you think of another way?"

Harold shook the tank on the cart, then looked at the two and whispered:

"run."

“Fuck…”

The two knew that Harold was going to cause a big trouble, so they ran away obediently. The guards saw that something was wrong and started shooting without saying a word.

Harold shouted loudly, started the cart's anti-gravity engine and pushed it forward rapidly. The fierce barrage of bullets smashed the internal organs in the tank into pieces, and the splattering blood blurred a red color.

The bailiffs in the back could no longer hold back. This madman's behavior was tantamount to seeking death. But when everyone set up their guns, Harold, who had rushed to the door, launched an attack.

"Oh!"

A visible shock wave affected everything. All the heavy weapons with chips on the wall immediately stopped and jammed. The next moment after the roaring heavy weapons were shut down, the shouts of the Ministry of Justice lingered above.

"Go, go, go! Take the city gate."

Harold's mechanical legs were magnetically attracted to the wall, and he drew the chainsaw sword from his waist and flew up to chop at it, but the soldier above reacted very quickly, and the moment he rolled to avoid it, he immediately drew his long sword and chopped back.

That reaction speed was totally beyond the reach of ordinary people. Thanks to the prediction system of his artificial eye, Harold was able to block the attack with his knife in time, otherwise his head would have been lost in that instant.

"Bring the melta bomb and install it on the door. Everyone be careful and provide covering fire!"

The marshals and soldiers fired at each other. For a moment, the roar was heard under the mountain. Electric hammers and gravity demolition hammers collided with each other, explosive bombs and projectiles were fired at each other, and missiles and grenades flew over each other.

Amid the roar and explosion, Harold used his mechanical arm to block the opponent's slashing, and then grabbed it with his backhand and started cutting with a chainsaw, but the man slipped out of his hand, turned over, jumped out of his pistol, and shot twice.

The red laser swept across the flashing Harold. At this moment, he was more and more shocked by the situation of these people. He had a feeling of facing a mortal version of Astartes. In this back and forth, he felt that he and he were taught by the same master.

"Boom boom boom!"

The explosive bomb hit the soldier at high speed. Under the ruptured flesh and blood was a hidden mechanical body. With his waist and abdomen almost disappeared, the soldier was still trying to get up. It was not until Perkins shot him twice in the head that the soldier finally died.

"Captain, are you okay?"

"Good job, Perkins. I'm sure there must be the truth I want in this."

A large number of arbitrators poured into the melted city gate, and a new round of competition began again. Relying on the advantage in numbers, Harold and his men continued to advance. After about 20 people from the other side died, the battle finally came to an end.

The marshals who formed the shield wall remained vigilant, watching the fortress return to silence but still fearing that something might emerge from the darkness.

Harold took the lead and led the team deeper. Everyone walked on the metal floor, and the soles of their shoes hit it, making a "clang clang" sound. The sound echoed in the tunnel, constantly drilling into the deep darkness.

A faint light appeared at the other end of the tunnel, and the sound of machinery running reached everyone's ears at this moment. Everyone moved forward cautiously. When they walked into the new area, the production line full of corpses became their lingering nightmare during this period of time.

Hundreds of corpses were hung on the transmission device. As the device moved, they swayed. The swaying sound surrounded the ears of every bailiff, "Ding Da... Ding Da..."

"vomit.."

"What on earth is this used for? Is it the remnant of the corpse-smashing sect from a few years ago?"

"It doesn't look like that. That was a bloody and evil scene. Here... here..."

“This is more like a transformation site full of logic and order.”

Harold helped the commander come up with the adjective while he stared at his arm in thought, and as they moved further in, more obvious devices proved him right.

In a huge nutrient tank, naked human bodies floated, and the meditators next to them showed their physical conditions, and there was also an additional file displayed.

【Name: Wallace. Amos

Sex: Male

Age: 33 years old

Family members: wife, daughter

Home address: None]

Harold looked at the almost identical file and knew that he was of the same origin.

"what is this?"

"This should be some kind of banned cloning technology. They should be clones, a type of modified human that has not been produced through normal bisexual production and developed in batches. A being whose personality and genes can be selected... They are no longer called humans in the traditional sense."

Harold saw his own reflected face in the reflective tank. That tired face was superimposed on the face of the person in the tank, as if he was trapped in it for a moment.

He slowly scanned the situation on the field, and suddenly he burst into tears.

"I can't be called a human.. I was created.. I am a clone without a past.. I am afraid my memory is also false..

I am a clone... Why did you clone me? Why did you make me a soldier? Why did you make me go through this painful thing? Why me? Why me? "