On the northern outskirts of Eternal Night Harbor, in a clearing near the wilderness, two trucks are parked.

The compartment of the truck was open, and I saw a pair of jet-black and shiny assault rifles inside.

The hyena gang members standing in front of the truck had their eyes straightened, especially York, who had a groove in his chest, and looked at one of the large-caliber shotguns, and his greedy pupils were eager for a green light.

These weapons are standard equipment of the Legion.

In addition to the usual "blade" assault rifles, there is even a "tear" light machine gun of 7mm caliber!

The latter is a new type of light weapons and equipment designed by the Equipment Manufacturing Bureau of the Southern Army for the Borneo Provincial Theater according to the needs of the front-line battlefield.

Production of this machine gun has already begun, and the first batch of products has been shipped to the warehouse in Eternal Night Harbor.

And what is interesting is that this extremely suppressive light machine gun, the troops on the front line have not yet used it, but it is the gangsters in Blackwater Lane first.

Four "disciples" of the Enlightenment stood next to the two trucks, staring intently at the group of villains.

They were certainly not true Enlightenment disciples, but agents of the Garrison's Intelligence Section.

For these villains, they are disgusted from the bottom of their hearts. However, for the sake of higher interests, they had to put down their bodies and cooperate with these guys.

It's the same with Kant.

He looked down on this group of filthy hyenas in his heart, but he had already come this far, and he could only continue to walk hard.

His eyes drifted to Taran, who was standing aside, and he snuffed out the cigarette butt in his hand, threw it on the ground and trampled it out.

“…… I have to remind you that if this batch of arms were to flow into the civilian population, it would have a great impact on us. ”

Taran smiled, but said in his heart that it was my, but on the surface he was still pretending to be foolish.

"I know, but no matter what, they're less of a threat than those addicts, aren't they? Just let those social garbage kill each other, can they still turn the sky upside down? How can you resist a 902mm gun? ”

These words reassured Kant a little.

At the same time, Morse stepped forward to count the equipment, and returned to Taran and Kant with a bright smile.

His attitude was much more respectful than before, like a vicious dog that has confessed the Lord.

If he had doubts about the strength of the Enlightenment Society before, now there was only admiration left in his heart.

Two truckloads of munitions.

Without the relationship of the top management of the garrison, this is something that should not be thought of!

"Are these weapons enough?" Looking at the already tamed hyena, Taran said with a smile.

"Enough, just enough!" With a pleasant smile on his face, Morse said respectfully, "Give me half a day, and I promise to give you a satisfactory explanation." ”

Two truckloads of munitions!

It's enough to arm two teams of 100 people!

Not to mention a small role like Tony, he even has the confidence to go to the front line and take out a team of thousands!

"You'd better be like that." Kant gave him a meaningful look and turned back to the sedan parked not far away.

Taran smiled and patted Morse on the shoulder with an appreciative expression.

"Do a good job, this is your vote for membership!"

Restraining the joy in his heart, Morse commanded.

"Yes!"

……

At this moment, Tony didn't realize that before the garrison could set their sights on his business, a mad dog with a sane mind had already taken the lead in his business.

In the southwest corner of Blackwater Lane, in the middle of a crowded slum, sits a canning factory.

The doors and windows of the factory are tightly covered by curtains, and at first glance it looks like a factory that has failed to do well.

However, if you open the curtain and go inside, you will find a scene in full swing.

Heavily armed gangsters stood at the entrance to the factory, and just behind the entrance they guarded, rows of long tables were displayed, like an assembly line running continuously.

A group of laborers from Borneo province are busy working on the assembly line.

They pounded the tranquilizer issued by the logistics department to the wounded into powder, then put it into an extraction bottle and separated it, and several experts in chemical protective suits extracted the valuable ingredients from it and concentrated it into dark green crystals.

Despite the harsh working conditions and lack of necessary production protection, the Borneo laborers continued to work without complaint.

After all, the hourly wage here is three times that of their hometown, and a day of hard work here is comparable to a week's work in their hometown.

The natives in the great desert can't endure the hardships, they can endure them without complaints, and even feel that they have taken advantage of it.

The gang members who supervised the production were smoking cigarettes and did not want to get too close to the "production workshop".

Many chemicals are used in the purification process, and many of them are volatile and harmful.

Most of the Brahman's noses are no longer smelly, but they smell unusually pungent.

Next to the container on the second floor, a burly man is flipping through the list of goods.

He was flanked by two younger brothers with PU-9 submachine guns at their waists, and in front of him stood the manager of the factory.

From the flattering smile on the manager's face, it is not difficult to see the difference in identity and status between the two parties.

And it turned out that the burly man was Tonny's number one general, known as "Skull Crusher" Laggu.

He was a wrestler in an underground boxing arena who broke his legs for winning a match he shouldn't have won, and was later taken in by Tony and fitted with a military prosthetic, thus becoming a member of the Iron Hand Gang.

Although the knotted muscles made him look like a thick man, the opposite was true.

Due to his meticulousness, meticulous style, and loyalty, Tony quickly handed over the Iron Hand's most lucrative business to him.

As he flipped through the inventory list in his hand, Laggu asked the manager in front of him.

"How's the production of the new batch going?"

The manager smiled eagerly and hurriedly reported.

"Fifty kilograms have been produced so far! This group of workers from Borneo province is becoming more and more skilled, and their production efficiency has doubled compared to when they first came here, and we are almost unable to keep up with the speed at which we can get raw materials. ”

"Not bad." Raggu nodded approvingly, but quickly changed his words, "When this batch of raw materials is consumed, give the workers two days off and stop production beforehand." ”

"Stop?" The manager was stunned for a moment, and said worriedly, "But the boss, he-"

"That's what the boss meant."

Seeing the concern in the manager's eyes, Laggu smiled faintly and continued.

"The efficiency of retrieving small pills from the hands of those big soldiers is too low, and the cost of purification is too high, and secrecy is also an issue. Our boss managed to secure the supply of Tier 1 suppliers, and in the future we could directly use snake grass to produce snake oil. ”

The manager's expression was shocked, and an expression of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"Really?! That's really...... That's great! If we could produce snake oil directly from raw materials, we could increase our production capacity five times more than we do now – oh no, even ten times as much! ”

Raggu smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"It's good that you understand, I need you to redesign a production line to produce old products with new raw materials."

The manager puffed up his chest and said with a fluttering eyebrow.

"It's so easy, rest assured that I-"

Before he could finish his words, a deafening explosion was heard outside the factory.

The roaring sound made everyone stunned in place, including the Borneo laborers who were standing at the long table, their faces changed in unison.

They looked at their fellow villagers beside them, exchanging panicked glances with each other.

"What happened?"

"Explosion?"

"Damn...... Is there a war here too?! ”

Just as they were shouting in panic, a gunshot suddenly exploded in the factory.

Bang——!

"Quiet!"

Raggu raised his gun and roared angrily at the rooftop, and the rough sound made the chaotic factory factory instantly quiet.

“…… Put the flammable and explosive materials in the warehouse, then crouch by the wall with your head in your hands and wait, don't run around and get scraped by stray bullets! I'm not going to reimburse your heads! ”

"The security guards get their guns, it's time for you to shoot the town, and you're ready to go with Lao Tzu!"

As he finished speaking, he reached out again and pulled the manager who was squatting on the ground with his head in his hands, and pushed the coward to the stairs.

"And you! You go and inform the boss! Get up and run faster, damn it! ”

"Yes, yes!" The manager screamed in a panic, and his voice was out of shape.

I've never seen a battle like this.

He quickly rushed downstairs, rushed into the security room, grabbed the phone, and reported the situation to his boss.

At this moment, crackling gunshots could be heard outside the factory, and the attackers had already mingled with the security guards on the perimeter.

Standing in the factory, Raggucai lit a cigarette himself, walked to a window, opened the curtain and looked outside.

The fire on the opposite side was extremely ferocious, and all the automatic rifles they were holding were the same, and they couldn't lift their heads to his group of little brothers with submachine guns.

What the hell are these guys?!

Fearing a rebellion by the aliens, the Southern Legion has always been very strict about the weapons of the aliens.

If it is of an alien race, unless it is mixed with the rank of centurion or above in the regular army, it is almost impossible to legally obtain the weapons of the regular army, and even if they do, they cannot hold them openly.

Laggu thought about it for a long time and didn't remember that there were still ruthless people in this Blackwater Alley who could get military assault rifles, and they could get so many at once.

His boss paid a lot of price in order to get a batch of PU-9 submachine guns to fill the façade!

However, that doesn't mean he's afraid of these people!

Looking at the fire outside the factory area getting closer and closer, Laggu was unusually calm, without the slightest panic.

Others don't know about his boss's relationship with the military, but he knows it very well.

If it was the actions of the military or the garrison, they would not have heard anything at all.

Then there's only one possibility, these guys are either their enemies! Either that, or someone who has their eye on their business!

Thinking of this, Laggu's expression turned cold, and he beckoned to the younger brother on the side, and dragged out the two-pack anti-aircraft cannon stored in the warehouse.

This thing has a caliber of 30 mm, and a single shell can break a person in two.

The boss told him not to use this thing if he can, after all, it will be very troublesome to use.

But since the other party has already moved seriously, it's no wonder that he is no wonder!

"Drag to! The window is fast! ”

Raggu let out a low roar, urging the younger brother to hold it to the window, then rolled over and sat down, and slipped the curved magazine into the card slot with a "click".

Two black, thick barrels protruded from the window, and Raggu turned the winch vigorously to aim his calipers at the minions who were leaning against the cover and firing at the factory.

There was a hint of hideousness on his face, and then he pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"Bang Bang Bang ——!!!"

A series of deafening explosions echoed in the factory area, and the thick tracer light was like an arrow off the string!

In front of the 30mm cannon, the half-man-high low wall looked like papier-mâché.

The four gang members were instantly smashed to pieces by the bunkers, and the bloody limbs and rubble were scattered all over the ground.

Seeing that the machine gun was aimed at him, the guy with the assault rifle was frightened and ran away, but he was still chased by the cannonballs and crushed into a pool of bloody fragments.

The bloody and cruel scene scared the gang members who were fighting at the scene stupid.

Whether it was the Iron Hand Gang or the Hyena Gang with scarves, they all froze in place with cold hands and feet, and forgot to fire for a while.

They are not regular troops after all, they usually fight to fight, who has ever seen such an awesome thing?!

Not only were the gangsters stupefied, but even Kant, who was standing not far behind them, was taken aback.

As an agent of the Intelligence Section, it was the first time he had heard that there was such a big guy hidden in Blackwater Alley!?

Who the hell sold this thing to them!

Is that guy crazy?!

Looking at the corpses scattered in front of the factory, Laggu was completely red-eyed.

The numbness of the muscles in his arms made him feel as if the broken pieces of flesh had been chopped out by his own hands.

After emptying a magazine, he replaced it with a new one, erected the two thick barrels and aimed them at the fence of the factory.

Looking at the group of running away minions, a hearty laugh came out of his mouth.

"Hahaha!! Give Lao Tzu to die!! ”

The sound of thumping fire resounded in the square of the factory again, and the hyena gang besieging the factory fled in despair.

Looking at his subordinates who continued to suffer casualties, Morse's eyes were red, and he snatched the iron fist bazooka in the hands of his subordinates beside him.

"Damn! Lao Tzu fought with you! ”

Speaking of madness, there is no one in the entire Blackwater Alley who can compare to him.

He howled and rushed forward, taking advantage of the fact that the anti-aircraft gun did not notice him, and pulled the trigger from a distance of 200 meters.

A thick flame erupted from the slender iron pipe, dragging a massive rocket towards the window.

Seeing the rockets flying towards him, Raggu's eyes widened, and he almost instinctively pounced to the side.

The exploding metal jet pierced the shield of the anti-aircraft gun in an instant, blasting the entire receiver structure into a puddle of scrap metal.

The detonated munitions flew like fireworks, whizzing around the factory, and one of them almost landed in the warehouse where the flammable and explosive materials were stored.

Laggu was frightened into a cold sweat, and his heart was even more frightened.

He poked his head out of the window, just in time to see Morse's nasty face and the maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha! Tony, you're so deep hidden, I didn't think you had such a big thing in your trouser pocket! Spent a lot of money! ”

Looking at the bazooka launch tube in Morse's hand, Laggu roared in shock and anger.

"Morse, are you crazy?! Do you know what you're doing? ”

"Tsk, it's a minion."

Seeing the head poking out of the window, Morse smashed his tongue, suddenly lost the desire to pretend to be forced, and threw the hot launch tube to the little brother on the side.

"Brothers, rush in for me! Those who resist don't have to keep their hands, just leave a few obedient live mouths! ”

Seeing that the big guys on the other side had ceased fire, the hyena gang, which was on the verge of collapse, regained their morale and rushed forward with a roar.

Morse glanced back in the direction of Taran and Kant, winked at the latter, and then went into battle with his rifle in his own hand, leading a group of gang members into the factory.

Crackling gunshots rang out from inside the factory.

It didn't take long for the sound of the submachine gun to die down, and only the sound of an automatic rifle remained.

Although Laggu resisted desperately, he was finally outnumbered, was shot three times in the chest, and fell to the ground with his eyes bulging outward.

Seeing the fate of the leader, the little minions of the Iron Hand Gang immediately squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Listening to the noisy gunshots, Taran only felt the blood boiling in his chest, and he longed to show his hand in person.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his restless emotions, Taran looked at his assistant standing beside him with a fluttering eyebrow, and said in a tone with a hint of ostentation.

"These people are pretty useful, aren't they? If we use our own people, there will be a lot of casualties. ”

Kant nodded reluctantly, and closed his mouth tightly without saying a word.

“……”

Seeing that he didn't speak, Taran tapped him on the shoulder.

"Let's go, let's see our loot."

Throwing down this sentence, Taran did not wait for Kant's answer, and took the initiative to walk in front of him, walking towards the factory where the gunfire had stopped.

When he walked to the door of the factory, a smell of blood came to his face.

He slapped his nose in front of his palm, and saw Morse, covered in blood, walking down the stairs with a head.

Looking at Taran standing at the door of the factory, Morse smiled and threw his head in his hand on the ground.

"Skullcrusher, Laggu, Tony's henchman, it's a pity that the guy himself isn't here."

The head appeared to have been cut off with a fire axe, and there were signs of blunt object blows to the neck.

Taran smacked his tongue slightly, without the slightest sympathy in his heart, just looked up at the factory.

"Did you find snake oil?"

Morse grinned lightly and whistled.

"There are not only lists of production and stocks, but also the Brahmani laborers who are responsible for producing the addictive goods...... I don't know if the latter can prove the relationship between this batch of goods and the alliance. ”

Taran coughed slightly.

"It's a bit too far-fetched, the Borneo labor is everywhere, and this clue alone doesn't prove anything...... We also need more leads, preferably those that point directly to the Alliance. ”

"Cut, that's a nuisance."

Scratching the back of his head with his bloodied hand, Morse looked back at the factory and shouted at the younger brothers who had taken control of the entire factory.

"York, you take someone to stay where you are, and the others will search for me!"

Soon there was an energetic roar from inside the factory.

"Yes!"

About 30 gang members quickly took action and searched the factory by rummaging through the cabinets.

As the minions rummaged, they soon found new clues.

Following in the footsteps of a younger brother, Taran and Morse soon came to a secluded storeroom.

This is probably where the waste is discarded, and several half-human-tall plastic crates are stuffed with empty medicines and medicine boards made of tin foil.

Picking up an empty pill bottle from the ground, Kant's brow tightened, and his pupils contracted slightly.

“…… Sharon. ”

Hearing the unfamiliar words popping out of his mouth, Taran quickly cast an inquiring glance at him.

"What?"

Kant's Adam's apple moved, and a sentence came out of his mouth.

“…… It is Sharon, a tranquilizer specially developed by the Logistics Department to treat the mental trauma of the wounded. ”

No doubt.

This is the raw material used to make snake oil!

But why are the prescription drugs issued by the back office here, and there are so many!

In fact, when he saw the anti-aircraft gun, he had a bad premonition in his heart.

And after seeing these empty medicine bottles, the bad premonition in his heart became stronger and stronger.

This business for Veillant veterans does not have a military background behind it......

If this is the case, not to mention his commander Daniel, even the commander of his commander, the commander of the garrison, Captain Willobie, may not be able to handle it.

Kant felt his heartbeat froze.

However, in addition to the horror, he was more confused in his heart.

Why?

Why is it not the alliance that pours poison into their mouths, but the people who say they care about them the most.

His Adam's apple moved up and down, and his shoulders trembled.

“…… What's wrong with you, man? ”

Taran placed his hand on his shoulder, frowning in confusion.

Morse did not speak, for it was at this moment that his younger brother came running up to him and spoke to him with a panicked expression.

"There's a living person hiding in the security room! It's the manager of this factory! ”

Morse grabbed him by the collar and pulled him in front of him.

"What about people?"

The little brother said in a panic.

"He's locked himself inside! The door was too strong for us to enter. ”

"What a shit!"

Morse cursed, wanting to call someone to bring the bazooka, but remembering that he only had one rocket, the expression on his face suddenly became embarrassed.

But at this moment, a certain big man of the Enlightenment Society resolved his embarrassment.

"Use this thing."

The tip of his shoe kicked the package next to him with soda, and a wicked smile appeared on Taran's face.

There's nitric acid, there's sulfuric acid, there's glycerin...... Handling a glass flask a little is a hard job.

It may be difficult for others, but it is simply not too easy for a veteran player like him.

Although Morse was confused and couldn't understand the meaning of his words, after watching him operate for a while, he immediately reacted and gave a thumbs up in sincere admiration.

Knowledgeable people are worshipped everywhere, even in places like Blackwater.

Placing the processed recipe in the glass jar, Taran walked directly to the door of the security room with the two glass jars, and personally inserted the detonators in the two jars.

Walking to a safe distance, Taran didn't say a word of nonsense, and directly pressed the detonator.

Hearing a loud "boom", the explosive flames instantly collapsed the entire wall of the security room, leaving only a lone blast-proof door lying on the ground intact.

The power of the explosion was exactly what Taran had expected, and even a little more than he expected.

The whistling shock wave not only pushed the people out who retreated to a "safe distance", but also the dust that rolled up made everyone even more confused.

The manager in the security room was obviously dead and couldn't die anymore, and the people in the abandoned factory were also overturned on their backs.

Struggling to get up from the rubble, Kant swore and got up from the ground, sniffing, but his face changed instantly.

"Poisonous! —"

His reminder was clearly a step too late.

Everyone, including Morse and Taran, sniffed subconsciously, and then their consciousness was like a transparent film, and everything in front of them became illusory.

Taran was vaguely aware of what was happening, but before he could react, his consciousness fell into darkness, and the touch of something wrapped in something came from above his head.

With a confused look on his face, he took off his game helmet, glanced around at the familiar furnishings around him, and couldn't help but blurt out a national curse.

"it!"

(End of chapter)