Chapter 48: John Deen the Fraudster
John Dean, a native of Skadi, many people think he is a noble, or a descendant of a powerful family in the hive, or the heir of the East Mine. People have different opinions about him, but he is a member of the Star Army because of the damn conscription order.
Ahem, the conscription order of honor!
But in fact, in front of the statistics of the hive, everything he has as a middle-class resident is false, that is, nothing can be counted, and he is completely pulled away.
And his own experience is simple, but not simple.
He is a common orphan in the hive, and even almost illiterate, but he is smart, clever, and learned to write, and became a "noble".
I want to know, it is not easy to spend the month in the dirty, drunk, hopeless and unconnected damn hive, but he has a mouth, and his fraud allows him to survive.
Even though his fiancée was not a rich lady, but a girl he met as an orphan, the girl clearly thought he was a descendant of a declining family, and prayed that he could revive the family and bring her to prosperity after his return from the march.
But people cannot be fake. If there is anything real in the life of a guy like John Dean, it is probably his love for his fiancée and the loyalty of his brother, Alan Bair.
And his most glorious thing was that he once became the illegitimate son of the boss of the "Eastern Ice Mine Family" and participated in a ribbon-cutting event, so that 50% of the people in the nest knew him and thought he was a noble, which also made his confinement more and more comfortable.
But the reality is that the noble boss didn't know him at all, and he used clothes, fake family emblems, self-confidence, good temperament, poor information, and the ice mine family to control everyone.
He wanted to confess to his brother that he was a liar. He had forged many things, but he could not deceive himself from trusting Alanbair. But the greenskins came, and then...
Now his tricks were fully activated.
He took out a card, and wrote on it how to protect the family business in the greenskin craze, and attached the seal of the Ministry of Military Affairs and the standard micro-skeleton server to cover up.
The most terrifying part was that it marked what types of barges, transport ships, and battleships the Imperial Navy would use.
Then on the card, the slogans in the style of the Ministry of Military Affairs were written about how to travel on the ship and how to store your things, which also represented the monthly article of the Ministry of Military Affairs that John had read before.
The style of the card was made according to that thing. Although it was good for a Star Military Academy-level officer to see at a glance, it was not good for the fat nobles there.
Before, he had only done small things. Now he really wanted to empty the pockets of the world's poor class and give his comrades a surprise.
He was negotiating with a nobleman. He was wearing a mask and his face could not be seen clearly. He was fat and big-eared, a typical imperial nobleman, with strong martial virtues and questionable intelligence.
"Sir, he is not sure. In fact, there are very few places for him, and this action is experimental. He can take your supplies but cannot increase your quota on the transport ship."
John pretended to have a headache, but secretly thought about what price would be better.
The noble usually listened to good words, but now it was unpleasant to his ears, but he felt that it was very true. Sweat was already flowing down his forehead. His huge wealth could only be taken away a little bit by the transport ship. He was already very miserable. Now he finally found a way to take more things and he was very anxious.
Doubt? The stamp of the military department and the small, readable skull server are things that ordinary people can't get, and this place will not allow civilians to enter!
He is a Skadi nobleman, or the boss behind the Third Infantry Regiment. His identity is well known to everyone!
The fat noble pursed his lips.
"He, he... he is willing to give his family's ancestral sacred void shield, which is a powerful holy relic that is enough to resist evil demons and any attacks."
"Please give him a little space, let him leave that world with his daughter's dowry..."
John still shook his head. "The Star Army is not short of that thing. Basically, famous elite commanders have it, right?"
The fat man's face froze. If he was not afraid of being discovered by them and being robbed of his quota, he would probably have knelt on the ground.
John answered hypocritically at this moment. "Okay, okay, look at me pitifully, I hope I can get more wealth in the new world."
At first, John played with the small shield generating device in the shape of a skull, and continued to walk there without any guilt. The noble looked at him and felt at ease. He must be a senior Star Army officer, otherwise he would not play with such a holy object so easily.
But John was actually thinking, how to start that thing...
But soon a business man came, a lady walked in front of John, took out her ancestral small precision bullet leg gun.
The fat nobleman's heart also fell, people are like that, seeing others make the same choice as themselves, they will feel at ease.
And here we have to mention why the nobles have so many military-grade equipment, in fact, most of the nobles' ancestors, even themselves, are quite martial. Even if they are fat, but before the world came to stability, their ancestors were probably officers of the Star Army, and stayed in that world for various reasons.
So, John is helping the Military Affairs Department to recover resources!
The goal of that operation was also very simple, to get anti-armor items, melta bombs, plasma grenades, and even primitive and powerful explosives and mines from the nobles...
The nobles would not doubt why the emissaries of the Astra Militarum were so concerned about their family heirlooms, because in their eyes, the wealth of enjoyment should be fine wine and gems, but the things passed down from the family have honor.
But if the world is destroyed, they care about honor!
And those delicacies and fine wines are not things that officers can enjoy for the Astra Militarum, and they have no decisive effect on the battle situation. John's collection of war props left by his ancestors is in line with their values.
Soon, dozens of melta bombs, plasma grenades, a single-legged chainsaw sword, a large number of single-person explosive bombs, void shield generators, and a lot of food that is enough to kill other platoons all arrived at John's feet. He spent a day soaking there, and the results were extremely rich.
There were even many nobles holding his thighs, begging him to give more "quotas".
Several gangsters carried their stuff and left, leaving behind John Dean's handsome back.
When he returned to the platform with his stuff, the sober Alan Baier walked around in a daze, and saw his adjutant calling his soldiers to carry a large amount of wealth, enough to collect the PDF of that world for their own use, and put it on the platform like garbage.
John said. "Boss, he has completed the operation, code name, go do something!"
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