Warhammer: Rebuilding the Golden Age Starting with Farming

Chapter 20 Effective Negotiation

Visibility in the acid swamp is less than ten meters.

The air was filled with high concentrations of sulfides, and the Jeep's paint was visibly bubbling and peeling off at an alarming rate.

The windshield wipers screeched and squeaked as they scraped away layer after layer of yellow, greasy, sticky liquid.

"This godforsaken place is so bad even a dog wouldn't come here."

Andy grumbled, but he didn't dare stop the car.

The roadbed is loose humus soil. Once you stop, the wheels will sink in, and the chassis will be slowly digested by the acid.

The sewers of Furnace-7 have been soaked in excrement for thousands of years.

Wastewater, heavy metals, and organic solvents from countless factories converge here, and combined with the extreme temperature difference environment unique to the bottom nest, they form a huge biochemical reaction pool.

While this environment may not be suitable for human survival, it is a paradise for certain special organisms or viruses.

This is why the "Bird Beak Doctor" chose this place as their base.

Besides them, no other force would want to stay in a place where they have to wear three layers of hazmat suits every day when they go out.

A rusty iron bridge appeared ahead, spanning a river bubbling with green bubbles.

The agreed-upon transaction location.

At the other end of the bridge, three heavily modified black ambulances were already parked.

It's called an ambulance, but it's really just an armored personnel carrier painted black with a white bird's beak drawn on the side.

A gas sprayer was mounted on the roof of the vehicle, and all the windows were replaced with bulletproof glass.

A dozen or so figures dressed in black hazmat suits stood in front of the vehicle.

They wore iconic bird-beak masks, the long beaks filled with spices and activated charcoal to filter out poisonous gases.

Beside them crouched four enormous monsters.

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Andy was only 2.3 meters tall, while these monsters were over 3 meters tall, with muscles bulging like tumors all over their bodies, skin that was an unhealthy purplish-red, and their bodies covered with thick sutures and metal nails.

"Flesh Puppet," the masterpiece of the bird-beaked doctor.

They typically use physically strong gang members or mutants as subjects, catalyzing the process by injecting large amounts of steroids, growth hormones, and berserker drugs.

To control these monsters with only a killing instinct, doctors would remove their frontal lobes and implant simple control chips.

In the melee at the bottom of the nest, they were invincible.

Andy stepped on the brakes, and the Jeep came to a steady stop at the bridgehead.

He pushed open the car door, carrying the refrigerated box full of hearts in one hand and the heavy logging rifle on his shoulder with the other.

The crowd on the other side immediately stirred.

Previously, the deliverymen were Vulture from the Skinners gang; he was a burly, loud-mouthed madman.

But today's...

Who is this guy wearing a khaki hazmat suit, wrapped up like a dumpling, and carrying heavy weapons?

A new face?

The crowd parted, and a person wearing a bird-beak mask with gold trim stepped out.

His black leather coat was impeccably tailored, even possessing a certain eerie elegance.

The birds call him "the chief surgeon," and he is the head of this branch.

"Where are the vultures?"

The surgeon's voice came through a voice changer inside the mask, carrying a muffled echo and an unsettlingly effeminate quality.

Why didn't he come?

"He's retired."

The surgeon immediately asked, "What about the bloody tooth?"

"He's retired too."

"..."

Andy's voice was processed by a loudspeaker, resulting in a completely emotionless, electronically synthesized sound.

"I'll be taking over the business in this area from now on."

The surgeon slightly raised his bird-beak mask, clearly scrutinizing Andy.

In the underworld, gang wars and leadership changes are common occurrences.

For doctors, as long as the supply of goods is continuous, it doesn't matter who is in charge.

It might even be better to replace them with a new person; they might even be able to negotiate a lower price.

"Did you bring the goods?"

The surgeon stopped worrying about whether the bleeding tooth should live or die and got straight to the point.

Andy threw the freezer he was holding forward.

"Clang!"

The box slid to the doctor's feet.

A subordinate wearing an ordinary mask immediately stepped forward and opened the lid.

The white, cold air dissipated, revealing the neatly arranged organs inside.

His subordinate took out one, examined the cut, and then used a portable instrument to test its activity.

"Excellent quality." The subordinate nodded to the surgeon. "Much better than the rotten flesh that was sent before. The cut was very professional."

The surgeon nodded in satisfaction.

"very good."

He waved.

Immediately afterward, two henchmen pushed over several barrels of sulfuric acid with danger signs on them.

"Here are the acid, saltpeter, and painkillers you requested."

The surgeon's tone carried a hint of pity.

"Since you're a new business partner, I'll give you an extra box of anti-radiation medication."

According to past practice, this concludes the transaction.

Cash is exchanged for goods, and everyone operates independently.

But Andy didn't move.

He stood there, like a yellow statue.

"What?" the surgeon asked impatiently. "Not enough?"

"It's not that I think it's too little."

Andy spoke up.

"I think these things are meaningless."

Andy pointed to the barrels of sulfuric acid.

"I can get these low-grade raw materials myself."

"I'd like to order something else."

The surgeon's eyes turned cold.

What do you want?

"I need antibiotics."

Andy raised the finger that was wrapped in a thick glove.

"It's not just about finished drugs; I need the formula, the process debugging, and the raw materials for a whole fermentation system."

"If possible, also make a copy of the core chip from your production line."

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent.

The surgeon looked at Andy as if he were an idiot.

What kind of interstellar joke are you making?

In the underworld, a box of potent antibiotics can save ten lives or a truckload of weapons.

The reason why the Birdbeak Doctors were able to navigate between various gangs and no one dared to touch them was because they monopolized the production technology of antibiotics.

This clueless newcomer actually dares to ask for their manhood.

"Hehehe..."

The surgeon let out a sharp laugh, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard.

"Interesting, really interesting."

"That idiot Bloodfang may be crazy, but at least he knows the rules."

"This isn't just breaking the rules, it's courting death."

The surgeon took a step back, his elegant posture vanishing instantly, replaced by a ferocious killing intent.

"Chop him up."

"His internal organs should fetch a good price too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the four flesh puppets that had been squatting on the ground let out a deafening roar.

They suddenly stood up, their immense pressure like four mountains of flesh.

They charged toward Andy with heavy steps, brandishing fists as big as millstones.

at the same time.

The other dozen or so doctors were not idle either.

They pulled green glass bottles from the bags at their waists and smashed them forcefully into the area where Andy was.

"Slap! Slap! Slap!"

The glass bottle shattered, and thick yellow-green smoke exploded instantly.

It was a high concentration of mustard gas mixed with neurotoxins.

Even when wearing a hazmat suit, if there is even the slightest gap, the toxic gas will corrode the skin, paralyze the nerves, and cause the person to suffocate to death in extreme pain.

The surgeon stood behind, coldly watching Andy being swallowed by the poisonous fog.

They had used this combo many times and had never failed.

First weaken them with poison gas, then crush them with meat golems.

Even a Space Marine in power armor would be helpless without a gas mask.

however.

Suddenly, the sound of machinery running came from within that yellow cloud of poisonous mist.

"Buzz—"

That's the sound of heavy firearms warming up.

Followed by.

"Thump! Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A dull roar tore through the poisonous fog.

The fleshy puppet at the very front suddenly exploded with a large hole in its chest.

Blood and flesh flew everywhere, and purplish-red internal organs sprayed out like rain.

But this monster felt no pain; even with its chest pierced, it continued to charge forward.

"Thump! Thump!"

Two more shots were fired.

This time it was a shot to the knee.

The flesh puppet's thick thigh broke off, and its massive body lost its balance, crashing heavily to the ground and sliding several meters before coming to a stop.

Before the second flesh golem could even get close, its head was blasted off.

Andy emerged from the yellow, poisonous fog.

His yellow hazmat suit was hissing and smoking as toxic gas corroded the rubber layer.

But Andy was completely unharmed.

This weapon, which is designed to kill carbon-based life forms, does nothing to harm him, a silicon-based life form, except for slightly damaging his paint.

"this one?"

Andy fired as he walked.

His arm, which held the heavy logging gun, was as steady as a rock.

The third and fourth flesh puppets turned into a pile of rotten flesh within seconds.

The doctors who were throwing gas canisters were dumbfounded.

This plot isn't right!

Why doesn't he collapse? Why doesn't he cough?

Why did his movements not slow down at all?!

"Fire! Shoot him!"

The surgeon screamed, his voice finally filled with fear.

The doctors frantically pulled out their handguns and short-barreled shotguns.

But under the suppression of heavy logging guns, such resistance seemed utterly ridiculous.

Andy didn't even bother to dodge.

When the bullets hit him, most of their kinetic energy was absorbed, and the rest hit the metal armor inside, leaving only a few white spots.

He approached step by step, like a yellow ghost that disregarded death.

Andy did not kill everyone.

He used precise shots to break the legs of the doctors who were trying to escape, and then rushed to the surgeon.

The surgeon even tried to pull out a polymer dagger to fight back.

Andy slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

The terrifying force struck, shattering the exquisite bird-beak mask in half, along with several teeth flying out.

The surgeon was thrown two meters away, crashed into an ambulance, and slid down.

Before he could get up, a foot stepped on his chest.

"Click."

The sound of the ribs breaking was clearly audible.

Andy bent down, his icy hands gripping the doctor's neck, lifting him into the air like a dead chicken.

"Cough cough... Let... let go..."

The surgeon's face turned a purplish-red, and his legs kicked wildly.

Andy looked into those fear-filled eyes, his tone eerily calm.

"Now, can we renegotiate our business?"

"Regarding the antibiotic production line."

The surgeon nodded frantically, tears and snot mixed with blood streaming down his face.

"Here...it's all yours..."

"very good."

Andy released his grip, causing the doctor to fall to the ground.

"lead the way."

"Go to your lab."

"Don't try anything funny. You've seen it yourself, I'm allergic to poison gas. If I smell poison gas, I can't help but tear people to pieces."

The surgeon shakily got up, clutching his chest, and pointed to the faintly visible spire deep in the swamp.

"There... there."

"All our equipment is there."

Andy was very satisfied; this physical negotiation method was indeed the most efficient.

This eliminated the need for empty pleasantries and haggling, directly achieving a genuine win-win situation.

Long live efficiency!