The sound of "bells" sounded, the noisy machinery stopped, and the numb workers looked at the clock on the wall in confusion, and found that it was not yet time to leave work.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the face of the workshop director on the side suddenly broke out in a cold sweat, this is a big man from the outer island, if he is frightened here, then his work is completely finished.

Hearing the cry of a child coming from beneath the machine, Charles got down on one knee and looked down.

Underneath the gears, large and small, more than a dozen pairs of eyes blinked in panic.

The accompanying workshop director hurriedly knelt on the ground with his legs and shouted loudly under the machine: "Get out of here! Who the hell did this!!"

Soon, a ragged child came out from underneath with his severed hand, and he trembled all over, not knowing whether it was fear or pain.

The workshop director tugged at his clothes, mentioned it in front of Charles, and said with a flattering face: "This gentleman, don't worry, I will definitely severely punish the little beast who frightened your pet!"

"What are they doing in the machine?" Charles asked.

"Although this model is more efficient than the previous ones, it requires a lot of lubricating oil for a long time, so I hired these guys to work on their stomachs. ”

Seeing that the adults in front of him were all looking at him, the severed hand child was frightened and kept shrinking back, as if he wanted to hide under the machine.

"Why did you catch my mouse?" said Charles, who looked at him calmly, this guy was indeed a child less than ten years old, and his emaciated body looked badly malnourished.

"Smack!" a slap was placed directly on the child's face, "Ask you!

"Because...... Because it's cute, I haven't seen a red mouse before, sorry. The tearful child replied in a choked voice.

As soon as the workshop director heard this reason, he was angry and slapped him again, but it turned out to be thrown on Charles's iron hand.

The flesh collided with the steel, and his facial features were twisted in pain.

"Do you go into the factory at such a young age, and what if your hair gets rolled in?"

The workshop director endured the pain and hurriedly replied with a smile.

"It's okay, our factory is a regular factory, and they have bought insurance for these little guys, that, this adult. ”

Glancing at the child laborer whose severed hand was still dripping blood, the workshop director quickly turned around and smiled again.

"Look, this guy's hands have been broken, and sooner or later he will starve to death if he is thrown out, how about you let him go? Don't worry, I will send someone to beat him hard before leaving the factory to vent your anger. ”

Charles looked at him with some surprise, took out the check in his hand, wrote a number, and handed it over. "Find someone to see if you can get his hand together, and if not, give him a prosthetic leg. ”

When he saw a few zeros on the check, the workshop director shook suddenly, and he trembled and wanted to say something.

Charles ignored him and turned and walked towards the outside of the workshop.

It wasn't until more than ten seconds after Charles left that he shook violently, and he kept patting the head of the child worker next to him with his hand.

"Boy, we're going to get rich!Hahaha!!Your hands are so valuable!!"

Coming out of the workshop, looking at the rows of the same workshop, Charles had no interest in visiting again, it is estimated that there is no difference between it and this workshop, what is Fu Tukang, this place is a real flesh and blood factory.

With Lily, who had stopped crying, he walked towards the car next to him.

The car started, the scenery outside was still changing, and Charles was still thinking about what had just happened, the numb workers, the bulky but inefficient machines.

Others may not feel anything, but Charles knows the power of this electrical industrial revolution.

This kind of power is more powerful than relics, more powerful than the magic of the Western Seas.

Everyone said Swan was in trouble lately, but as long as the factories were running, no amount of trouble mattered to him.

Charles is sure that in three years, no matter what Julio is like, Swan will definitely be even stronger.

"Mr. Charles, those little children are so pitiful, they look younger than me, and yet they have to do such dangerous things every day, can we help them?" said Lily, who had her ears down, very sad.

Touching its head with his hand, Charles didn't say anything.

He can't help with this kind of help, unless the workers' revolution in this world resumes, and only they can save them.

As the car drove into the center of the island, the mental outlook of the people around them began to change.

As with the rest of the islands, the people of the island are noticeably better dressed than on the outside, and Charles also noticed that a large percentage of them have white triangles on their foreheads.

The frequency of believers in the God of Light appearing here is a bit too high.

"Swan's cooperation with the Cult of the Illuminati seems to be quite pleasant, and he really doesn't have any intention of guarding against these cults. Charles said in his heart.

Generally speaking, religion is a tool for those in power to paralyze the people below, but in order to consolidate their position, most governors have some control over the number of believers in their islands.

But judging from the scenery outside the window now, Swan did not stop the spread of the Cult of the Illuminati.

"Look at that man, Mr. Charles, he's all made of steel, just like your hands!"

Charles looked in the direction it was pointing, and it was several strong men who were a few points taller than Elizabeth.

They all wore dark green uniforms, and depending on the style, their position was that of the sheriff of the central district of the island.

But they are not ordinary people, and their hands are still illuminated by the light between their collars, which is reflected in the metallic luster.

"Covered in steel prosthetics?" said Charles, poking his head out in surprise.

As if noticing Charles's gaze, the leader turned his head and looked in the direction of the car.

Charles first saw him and thought the guy was wearing a monocle, but he soon realized that this was not the case.

The man's right eye socket was no longer eyeballed, and was completely replaced by a lens with a blue reflection.

The blue lens quickly convex and focuses on Charles's body.

The car was fast, and the group of guys disappeared from Charles's vision, but Charles's heart was still not at peace.

He also has a prosthetic leg, and he really didn't expect someone to replace his entire body with a prosthetic leg.

When I think of the Muppet bear who installed a prosthetic leg on himself before, the special functions of those prosthetic limbs were mentioned.

Charles understands that although it looks like nothing from his expressions, these people are all very powerful murder weapons.

"In addition to "Ronka", there are many good things in the British Island. Charles muttered to himself.

In Charles' thoughts, the car stopped at the ornate Doge's Palace.