Debrad Factory.
As Chris looked at the beverage processing plant before him, a unique emotion welled up in his heart.
It was his first step towards the presidency, and also the first step in unfolding his plans in the main world.
Just as he reached the main gate, Chris heard a familiar voice.
"Hehehe, this place is not open to the public. If you want to play, go to the abandoned factory across the street. Don't cause trouble here!"
Chris followed the sound and saw a pair of dog paws in the guard booth holding up a newspaper.
The newspaper was fully unfolded, completely covering the owner of the dog paws behind it.
Although he couldn't see the figure behind the newspaper, the pair of dog paws had already revealed its identity.
"Brian? What are you doing here?"
Chris walked up to the guard booth and asked Brian through the window.
"Chris? Oh my god, did you skip class?"
Brian put down the newspaper in his hand and asked, equally surprised.
"There's no such thing as skipping class at West High School; this is called an educational field trip. I brought my friends to visit my factory. What are you doing here? Did Dumpling arrange for you to come?"
Listening to Chris's sophistry, Brian didn't retort.
He was indeed called by Dumpling to guard the gate. According to her, she was a dog, so of course, she should do what a dog should do.
Although Brian felt that her statement insulted his soul, there was nothing he could do; Dumpling paid too much.
A daily wage of eight hundred America dollars, and he only needed to sit in the guard booth, drink tea, and read newspapers. One could say even a dog could do it.
So Brian, thinking that good fortune shouldn't flow to outsiders, voluntarily took on the job.
Because the new script he had been busy with for the past two days had once again fallen through, if he didn't find a job soon, he might not even have money for gas for his car.
But now, being seen slacking off at work by the factory's true boss, Brian suddenly felt at a loss for what to do. He stammered, "Um... ah... that's right! Dumpling asked me to come help. Since you're bringing your friends to visit, then hurry up and go in! Remember to say hello to Stewie for me."
Saying that, Brian hastily opened the barrier, urging Chris to go in quickly.
Chris didn't understand why Brian was nervous, but since he was only responsible for guarding the gate, Chris couldn't be bothered with anything else.
After all, entrusting such a job to a talking dog was truly reassuring!
However, before leaving, Chris scanned the guard booth and, finding no beer, felt at ease entering the factory.
Seeing Chris leave, Brian finally relaxed, then put away the 'America Dog' magazine hidden under the newspaper.
If Chris knew he was reading such things at work, who knew if he would fire him.
After all, ever since Chris was discharged from the hospital last time, he seemed like a different person, with no common ground with him at all.
It made Brian even think that the real Chris had died, and the one in front of him was some other monster occupying Chris's body and pretending.
However, thinking about how intimate Dumpling was with him, Brian gave up on such groundless speculation.
"Heh, it seems I've been under too much pressure lately; I'm even applying such fantasy settings to reality!"
Thinking of this, Brian once again took out the 'America Dog' magazine, looked at the white Samoyed on the cover, and said with a surging heart, "Sour radish must be eaten. When I get off work, I will definitely make you look good!"
Chris didn't know about his dog's suppressed desires, otherwise, he would definitely help solve it.
Although he was no longer the Chris he used to be, when it came to matters of beauty, he could still chat with Brian about it.
As for Marn and Hanger, they were not surprised by the fact that a dog could talk.
Due to certain strange existences in this world, various things that defy logic but can still be accepted by people often happen.
For example, occasionally, a few animals awaken intelligence, and not just animals; plants, stones, even volcanic islands, parts of nature itself, can develop spiritual wisdom.
Different governments adopt different strategies for these existences.
For example, America treats them as undocumented immigrants; unless you find a way to get a green card yourself, you're no different from those undocumented immigrants who cross the border.
In fact, due to their identity as a foreign race, their situation can be even more tragic.
Of course, this only applies to ordinary cats and dogs that awaken spiritual intelligence. If they are rare species or possess special abilities, then it's a different story.
Like a large yellow rooster on the next street, it possesses an ability that can be called immortal and indestructible.
Because of this, it even received an invitation from the CIA, becoming their field agent and having a warm little home.
The reason Chris knew about it was because it didn't get along with Peter; they would fight whenever they met.
Fortunately, it only had the ability to be immortal and indestructible, and no other highly destructive powers.
Otherwise, Peter might have been killed by it long ago.
However, what puzzled Chris was why it didn't go for the kill.
Even if it was a rooster, leading to its strength being weaker than ordinary humans, it was a CIA agent, so getting a gun wouldn't be difficult.
But the final result was that no matter how much it hated Peter, their numerous fights only left Peter bruised and swollen, not even seriously injured.
In contrast, Peter always went for the kill, completely disregarding whether the other party could survive.
Chris could only guess that the power of animals was protecting Peter, allowing him to always turn danger into safety.
While he was thinking, Chris had already led the two into the production workshop. As soon as they entered, they saw Dumpling wearing a hard hat and patrolling.
"Hey, idiot! That material is for Zone A, what are you pushing it to Zone C for! Are you delivering batteries to your grandma?"
"And you, the one hiding next to the water dispenser charging! I've been watching you for five minutes, aren't you fully charged yet? Go to work!"
Dumpling, who was loudly scolding the robots, turned her head and saw Chris. She then walked over with her short legs, simultaneously picking up a freshly produced bottle of drink and taking a sip.
"Oh my god! The intelligence level of these machines is still too low, and the programs I wrote for them cannot fully guarantee their error-free operation. It would be great if you could get the code for Skynet!"
To Dumpling's words, Chris smiled, "This is already very good; the efficiency is at least ten times that of manual labor, isn't it? Besides, if Skynet's program were loaded, who knows if they would activate the termination sequence."
"Tch!" Dumpling pouted, annoyed that her little idea had been seen through.
However, since this matter couldn't be a trap, she would just find something else good.
"Who are they? What did you bring them here for?"
Hanger and Marn curiously looked at the mumbling infant before them, simultaneously shocked that this was an unmanned factory that only existed in theory.
Fortunately, they trusted Chris very much, otherwise, they would have screamed and run out to call the police long ago.
Chris turned to look at his speechless, shocked subordinates and said with a smile, "My subordinates. I plan to let them develop offline and create a personal guard for me."
"Oh, currently the daily output is only two hundred thousand. We need to ship a lot to earn capital, then expand the scale."
Hearing Dumpling say this, Chris immediately understood her meaning and said with a smile, "It's just for recruiting people at school first. Three hundred bottles a day is enough; we don't need that many at all."
"Also, I trust you to handle things! Just do it your way, and if anything comes up, just let me know."
Seeing Chris trust her so much, Dumpling's tears instantly flowed, completely looking like a warrior willing to die for her confidant.
However, Chris felt a chill, which was a premonition that Dumpling was going to trick him.
It was a pity that Chris's words had already been spoken. If he went back on his word so quickly, how could he become president?
Therefore, Chris, sensing something was wrong and feeling uneasy, prepared to leave with the drinks.
But just as he instructed his two subordinates to fetch the goods, he heard Dumpling's devilish whisper, "Why are you so nervous? I just want to do a body scan on you and record some world coordinates stored in your body.
That would also be beneficial to you, helping you better determine which worlds can be traversed. You don't want to?"
Seeing Chris's increasingly resistant expression, Dumpling also shared some news that was beneficial to Chris.
But Chris's intuition told him that there was still a trap in it.
However, although there was a trap, Chris also realized that there were indeed great benefits, so he nodded stiffly and said, "Okay, but you can't trick me!"
Seeing Chris agree, Dumpling immediately laughed, "Haha, that's for sure, we're brothers!"
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