Warhammer: Shadows of Chaos 43: Chapter Forty-Three
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The voice of Governor Marcus Reynolds once again thundered in the conference room, his words carrying an unquestionable command: "Sit down, all of you, you bastards!" Under his stern gaze and forceful tone, the officials who had been angry and stood up to resist could only silently return to their seats. The governor's authority and presence appeared immensely powerful in that moment, controlling the atmosphere of the entire room. 0
 
However, at that moment, a young legislator stood up with emotion, loudly pounding the table and questioning, "Governor Marcus! Are you asking us to sit and wait for our doom? I am..." His words were filled with dissatisfaction and anger, seemingly extremely unsettled by the current situation. 0
 
 
Governor Marcus Reynolds' face darkened, glaring at the young congressman, his voice becoming even lower and more stern as he roared, "Sit down! Don't you understand, you bastard!" There was no hint of concession in his tone, as if the issue was not worth mentioning in his eyes. 0
 
Under the governor's roar, the young congressman could only sit back down with his tail between his legs, not daring to say anything more. Governor Reynolds' dominance and decisiveness plunged the entire conference room into silence once again. 0
 
 
The governor paid no attention to the current tense situation, slowly pulling out a delicate cigar from his suit pocket. His movements seemed particularly calm, as if everything around him had nothing to do with him. The governor gently turned the cigar, carefully examining its texture and color, then took out a metal lighter from his other hand and lit one end of the cigar. 0
 
He took a deep breath, slowly exhaling wisps of light smoke. The governor's expression appeared extremely relaxed, as if he was enjoying this brief moment of tranquility. This action not only showed his calmness and confidence, but also revealed his unique personality and presence. 0
 
 
John stared at the governor without blinking, the handgun in his hand feeling unusually heavy. A drop of cold sweat slowly slid down his forehead and dripped down between his eyebrows. In this highly oppressive atmosphere, John couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the courage and dignity of Governor Marcus Reynolds, which was truly extraordinary. Even in such an urgent situation, he could remain so composed. 0
 
John's gaze revealed admiration for the governor, but also mixed with nervousness and anxiety. He knew that any wrong move could lead to the failure of the entire operation. John's fingers trembled slightly, realizing that they were in a dangerous and delicate balance at this moment. 0
 
 
Governor Marcus Reynolds sat at the head of the conference table, calmly surveying the visibly tense group of officials in the meeting room. He slowed down his speaking pace, his voice deep and steady: "Don't worry, these... uninvited guests are not here to cause harm. If they had that intention, we would have perished in the chaos just now." His words carried a hint of disdain, as if he had a firm grasp on the current situation. 0
 
After speaking, the governor took another gentle puff of his cigar, the smoke curling around him, adding an air of mystery and authority. His gaze turned to John, with a hint of scrutiny: "Since you've gone to such lengths to intrude, there must be something important you want to tell me. Speak up, now that we're all here." 0
 
 
The Governor's words slightly eased the tense atmosphere in the conference room, but all eyes were focused on John, waiting for his next move. John felt the pressure from the Governor and also realized that this was a rare opportunity to report directly to the Governor about what they had discovered and the further action plan. He took a deep breath, preparing to speak, knowing that every word he said would impact the future course of events. 0
 
John spoke with a firm and serious tone, locking eyes directly with Governor Marcus Reynolds, showing no signs of wavering. He knew that every word at this moment was crucial and could determine the future of the entire planet. 0
 
 
"We are here to clear the chaos forces as commissioned," John began, his voice revealing an unquestionable conviction. "In Datharas, there exists a cult organization that has colluded with the chaos forces, even summoning the Skaven, an alien race. We discovered the massive underground city they built beneath the capital. Although we successfully killed one of their warlord leaders, it has incited unrest among the other rat people. The recent abnormal occurrences in the capital and surrounding areas are directly related to this matter." 0
 
Upon hearing John's words, the people in the conference room were in an uproar. Their expressions shifted from skepticism, surprise, to panic, gradually reflecting the severity of the situation. The governor's face also showed a hint of seriousness, his gaze lingering on John for a few seconds before turning to other officials, seemingly assessing the credibility of John's information. 0
 
 
Governor Marcus Reynolds frowned, his gaze sweeping over the faces of every official in the conference room before settling back on John. "Skaven, I have never heard of such creatures. Are you sure your information is accurate?" There was a hint of doubt in his voice. 0
 
"Governor, we are facing a threat unlike any other," John's tone was firm and solemn. "Skaven are a subterranean race with high intelligence and organizational capabilities. We suspect that they have been guided into our world through collaboration with a cult, and have constructed a massive city underground. This is not only a direct threat to the capital, but also a serious danger to the security of the entire Yakhanix star." 0
 
 
 
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