Translator: AnubisTL
Before them stood a reinforced safe.
Inside lay the mold for a one-star item.
They hadn't resorted to brute force to crack the safe, fearing it might self-destruct. To be safe, they'd dragged the Factory Director here.
Scar Dog grabbed the Factory Director by the hair, yanking his head up to force him to stare at the safe.
"Open it, buddy. That's your ticket to staying alive."
"You've got three seconds to decide."
"Three."
"I—"
The obese middle-aged man, his face contorted with fear and pain, stammered urgently, "Brothers, listen—"
"Two."
"No, I—"
"One."
The click of a gun being cocked echoed behind him.
The man clamped his mouth shut instantly, his fingers flying across the keypad as he swiftly unlocked the safe. These men were clearly ruthless thugs; he had no doubt they'd pull the trigger if he hesitated even a fraction of a second longer.
Just keep them calm for now.
Though he desperately wanted to curse the mechanical race soldiers—were they eating shit?! How could they let a few human players sneak into his office?!
At that moment, his top priority was to save his own life.
He was almost certain that these people would kill him to eliminate any witnesses once they got what they wanted. Fortunately, he knew a piece of information that could save him.
Namely, he knew that a dozen human players were being held captive in a cellar outside the city.
This information should be enough to keep him alive.
Soon, with trembling hands, he retrieved the item from the safe and handed it to the man before him.
"Here."
Scar Dog took the item, weighed it in his hand, and passed it to Brother Jiang. "Check it out."
Chen Jiang took the item and examined its stats:
[Item Name]: One-Star Item - High-Intensity Flashlight Mold
[Item Tier]: One-Star Item
[Item Effect]: Can be used to mass-produce one-star high-intensity flashlights, but only by mechanical race players.
[Item Description]: Requires use with a lathe production line.
"Finally got it," Chen Jiang said with a satisfied nod. He turned and stepped through a nearby phantom gate, followed by Scar Dog, still dragging the Factory Director.
Soon,
In a short span of time, the group had opened all the safes in the workshops, retrieving four one-star item molds in total.
The obese man Scar Dog was holding captive stared in shock at the scene unfolding before him. Had these people just teleported? Did that phantom gate made of white mist possess the ability to traverse space?
Just then—
Chen Jiang extracted the final mold from a safe and tucked it into his coat.
Simultaneously, the sound of a gun being cocked rang out behind the obese man's head.
"Don't kill me! I know about the human player—"
Before he could finish his sentence—
Bang!
The gunshot echoed abruptly.
The Factory Director's body stiffened suddenly before collapsing heavily into a pool of blood.
Li Hao, standing behind the Factory Director with a hand cannon still raised, paused briefly before stammering, "Um... did I kill him too soon?"
"Yes," Scar Dog nodded expressionlessly, pointing at the corpse on the ground. "He was just about to mention a human player. Why did you kill him before he finished?"
"Uh... I saw you guys always kill so efficiently, so I thought I should do the same. That..."
"Not bad," Scar Dog sighed softly, patting Li Hao on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it. He's dead, that's all. Just a factory director, probably didn't know any big secrets anyway."
Chen Jiang remained silent, his expression calm as he gazed up at the workshop before him.
The four item molds he had acquired were all civilian-grade items—things like high-intensity flashlights, non-offensive tools.
This was a civilian factory, after all, producing items for everyday use.
They hadn't targeted a military factory, even though military-grade item molds, which produced firearms, would have been far more valuable.
Firstly, the defenses of a military factory would undoubtedly be far more formidable than those of this civilian facility.
Secondly, from Chen Jiang's perspective, a one-star flashlight and a one-star rifle held equal value.
After all, he only needed them as enhancement materials; he had no intention of actually using the items themselves.
Regardless of the item type, as long as it was a one-star item, it would suffice.
Chen Jiang then examined the production line lathe before him. Made entirely of steel, it was clear even without touching it that this thing was far too heavy for human hands to lift.
They would need heavy-duty lifting machinery to move it; otherwise, there was no chance of budging it.
Fortunately, he had an absurdly convenient item:
The space bracelet.
A massive space bracelet with dimensions of 10x10x10 meters, providing a staggering 1,000 cubic meters of storage.
The highest point of the lathe production line before them was barely over two meters tall, and its length was less than seven or eight meters.
In other words,
Once Chen Jiang and the others disengaged the mechanisms securing the production line to the floor,
the entire lathe production line vanished instantly, reappearing inside his space bracelet.
"Speaking of which..." Scar Dog said, his expression slightly odd, "Is such an elaborate production line really necessary for just flashlights?"
"I've never worked in a factory, but my gut tells me a flashlight production line shouldn't be this massive."
"Who knows?" Chen Jiang shrugged casually. "Maybe it's been modified due to being an item?"
"That doesn't matter. Let's just take it back first."
Soon, the group repeated the process.
Using the space bracelet, they transported the lathe production lines from all four workshops deep into the karst cave.
Theoretically,
As long as they didn't exceed the space bracelet's capacity, they could transport objects of any weight.
In essence, the space bracelet could function as a universal transport machine.
Of course, the size of the object being moved couldn't exceed the bracelet's storage volume.
"Whew!"
Scar Dog reappeared deep within the cavern, gazing at the four production lines with a sense of accomplishment. "That wasn't easy, Brother Jiang. We've finally taken the first step, right?"
"With these machines, we can start planning the factory now, right?"
"Mm-hmm," Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction. "But we still need to capture some slaves. Without mechanical race players, these production lines won't operate. More importantly, we don't know how to use them ourselves."
As for how to find mechanical race players who could operate these machines...
That was the simplest part.
They were right next door, in the employee dormitories beside the factory.
Immediately afterward, the phantom gate reopened.
The busy trio of Chen Jiang and his companions resumed their work.
It had been a truly exhausting day for them.
(End of the Chapter)
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