In the Gear River Industrial Zone in Dongting City, densely packed factory buildings are built on the dark ground, with countless low chimneys standing in rows, and billowing smoke carrying coal ash and dust shoots straight into the sky.

Baham Rail Car Manufacturing Factory is the property of Viscount Baham in Dongting City and is the only rail car manufacturing factory in Dongting City.

At this time, in the courtyard of warehouse No. 01 in the west area of ​​the manufacturing plant, a young man wearing a black satin robe, a gentleman's hat, and a sexy mustache was running back and forth excitedly, instructing the workers to slowly move a tin box.

Drag it into the warehouse.

"Be careful, be careful. If you break a corner, you won't be able to pay even if you sell it."

This is the steam ball power core device that just arrived today, from the steam power factory under the Royal Capital Christa Machinery and Craftsmen Association.

In the entire Tosain Kingdom, only the steam power factory has the ability to manufacture steam power devices, so its price is not generally expensive.

There is a small mound behind the factory area. Laird, who has short steel-pin hair and an unusually strong build, is sitting on a stone that is half a man tall. He is holding a monocular and has a panoramic view of the busy factory below.

"It turned out to be a Tomahawk 4000. Does an ordinary rail car need such a high-power rotary ball core?"

Laird once stayed in the royal capital of Christa for a long time. As a member of the Machinery and Craftsmen Association, he also worked as a technical guide in a steam power plant for a period of time. Therefore, he also had experience in various models of steam ball cores.

learn.

However, whether it is Tomahawk 4000 or Bronze Eagle α, it is the same to him. He just needs a steam ball core to assist in experimental research. There is no difference in quality.

Click, click, click...

The clicking sound of gears and hinges was particularly crisp and full of power. The large gate of the warehouse where the Tomahawk 4000 was stored was slowly closed under the operation of four sturdy workers.

The young man with light blond hair in a satin coat took the key and walked away.

After the warehouse, Laird on the mound saw that the things had been put into the warehouse, so there was no need to stay here to observe.

Go back and prepare and come back in the evening.

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…

Dark clouds accumulated in the sky, and the meteorite rings formed after the moon was broken reflected the light of stars, occasionally penetrating the thinner parts of the clouds.

In the Gear River Industrial Zone, most of the factories have fallen into silence, but there are still a small number of factories that are producing daily necessities around the clock.

The Baham rail car manufacturing plant is one of the factories that operates around the clock.

The workers were sweating profusely in the factory workshop. They had no idea that a mechanical battle armor over two meters tall was climbing over the mound and heading towards the warehouse where the Tomahawk 4000 rotary ball power core device was stored.

Boom~~

The huge explosion suddenly overwhelmed the roar of machinery in the factory workshop.

The workers who were busy at work stopped what they were doing and looked at each other in confusion.

The first thought that came to their minds was: Has a factory exploded again?

Factory explosions are nothing new in the Gear River Industrial Zone. Basically, one or two occur every month.

After all, most of the machinery used in factories is powered by high-pressure steam. In addition, in order to maximize profits, capitalists save money on maintenance and repairs, let alone replace aging equipment, so it is very common for cylinders to explode.

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As for the casualties and disabilities caused by the accident...

Haha, if the factory machinery explodes, what does it have to do with me, the factory owner? I'm just being kind if I don't go to these untouchables to compensate for the damage to the machinery, okay?

"Do you want... to save someone?"

One of the workers, who had no hair on his lips and looked particularly young, couldn't help but speak.

His tone was hesitant, questioning, and uncertain.

"Forget it, it's better to do less than to do more. Work hard and keep this job is the most important thing."

An older man with a beard next to him whispered something, then lowered his head, picked up the tool, and continued to bend half of the steel bar.

The people around him stopped and thought it made sense, so they also withdrew their attention and continued to start the unfinished work before.

The young worker picked up the tool and put it down again with a tangled look on his face, put it down and picked it up again...

In the end, he couldn't hold it back and rushed out.

Glancing at the back of the young worker running out of the workshop, the older bearded man couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

After all, you are still too young. If you live a few more years, you will understand that you are exhausted just by living.

However, within two minutes, the young worker's shouts rang out at the door of the workshop,

"It's bad, the door of warehouse No. 01 in the West District was blown open. Someone, someone is stealing the iron box shipped from the capital this afternoon."

"Fuck!"

Not just the bearded man, but all the workers in the workshop had the same reaction after hearing this.

Although I don’t know what is in the iron box, just one thing: it comes from the royal capital of Christa, which is enough to show its value.

What's more, in the afternoon, Mr. Wahana, the permanent person in charge of the factory, was so nervous and careful, everyone present saw it with their own eyes.

If something goes wrong in the warehouse No. 1 in the West District, not only Mr. Wahana, but also all the workers present will be left in a state of shock, and no one will be able to escape.

"Bang!"

I don't know which worker suddenly picked up the wrench and hit the fixed rolling press with a hammer.

"Let's go and see who is so ignorant that he even dares to steal things from our Baham Rail Car Manufacturing Factory. He really has a long life."

After saying that, he ran towards the workshop door angrily.

Then, the herd effect began to take effect.

Three or two relatively grumpy workers picked up their tools and followed quickly.

After that, more and more people holding tools or weapons began to follow unconsciously.

…

Behind the workshop is the warehouse No. 01 in the West District where the thieves broke into this time.

When workers armed with various "weapons" arrived, a large hole as high as one person had been blown open in the steel gate of the warehouse.

It was dark inside the cave, without a trace of light. There were only the sounds of the collision of moving things and the harsh scraping of metal rubbing against the ground.

So, what's going on in there?

The workers surrounding the warehouse door looked at each other, but no one stood up.

After all, no one knew what was going on inside, and no one wanted to take risks. Moreover, looking at the big hole in the gate, the workers felt inexplicably frightened.

This is a steel gate more than 20 centimeters thick. Even if you use a gas-powered saw to cut such a large hole, it will take half an hour to go up.

The thieves inside must have weapons comparable to steam-powered saws. With these iron pincers and hammers in their hands, wouldn't they die if they go up there?

Therefore, although there were many people present, no one dared to take the initiative.

Suddenly, several bright beams of light pierced the darkness in front of him, shining on the large hole in the warehouse gate, and then a furious, furious voice sounded,

"Assholes, you pigs, do you just watch when someone robs something? What's the point of raising you in a factory..."

The workers looked back and saw that Mr. Wahana, the general manager of the factory, was rushing over.

Behind him, there was a security team carrying high-pressure gas tanks, holding air guns, and wearing armor made of metal and cowhide.

Mr. Wahana's pale blond hair was messy and his clothes were unbuttoned. It was obvious that he was awakened from his sleep and rushed here in a hurry.

The scolded workers lowered their heads one after another, not daring to look at him seriously.

"Shoot and kill those dead rats for me."

Wahana obviously also understood that these workers were unreliable, so he directly gave orders to the armed security team behind him.

Across, across, across...

The armed security team crossed Havana with scattered steps, raised their air guns, and pointed them at the dark hole in the warehouse gate.

Bang bang bang——

The air is impacted by the air pressure, and the water vapor liquefies to form small water droplets that linger like green smoke at the muzzle of the air gun.

The metal bullet rushed out of the muzzle and shot straight into the warehouse.

The dense sound of clanking came along with the splashing sparks. The workers watching the excitement outside were immediately frightened by this "blockbuster-level" scene and fled out of the warehouse compound one after another.

boom--

A huge roar came from the warehouse again, and the colored steel roof of the warehouse was violently blasted open.

The dense clouds in the sky dispersed slightly, and the starlight reflected from the meteorite belt shone down.
Chapter completed!