NIKKE, When the Milky Way Blossoms

"What else could it be but stockpiled goods? Of course, it's the incredibly satisfying Niki's death video."

As he spoke, the guy, whose hands were trembling slightly from drinking, quickly activated his phone screen, unlocked it with his thumb, and showed his boss the treasure he had received that morning.

However, after the phone displayed five consecutive failed fingerprint unlock attempts and indicated that the phone was frozen, his brain, which had been stirred into mush by alcohol, finally came to its senses.

"Who the hell is this phone? Hey, fourth brother, you guys take a look, did I steal your phones...?"

Snapped!

Before Green Hair could finish speaking, the scruffy, burly man's large, fan-like hand slapped him across the face, knocking out two of his front teeth. He fell heavily to the ground and fell into a semi-conscious state.

"Fuck you, who the hell around here uses a bright blue phone case? You're such a coward, you wouldn't even know if someone's setting a trap for you!"

After saying that, the burly man pulled out a pistol from his waist in front of everyone, aimed it at the green-haired man's hand holding the phone, and pulled the trigger without saying a word.

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

The gunshot rang out, drenching the still-dazed drunks like ice water. Immediately following was Green Hair's heart-wrenching screams of agony.

At the very same moment that scream rang out, the factory's main power supply tripped by sheer coincidence.

Darkness engulfed the factory in an instant.

Boom! ! !

A few seconds later, a muffled thud rang out from a corner of the dark space, accompanied by Green Hair's shrill scream, startling everyone, including the scruffy, burly man.

Who?

Who's there?

Chapter Thirty-One: Looking Down on Men? (4K)

"All of you, turn on your phone flashlights!"

To have survived so long in the underworld without losing any limbs, Dirty Bear Watson's brain certainly couldn't be as dull as his appearance suggests.

In fact, this burly man's adaptability was much better than that of many commanders. In the blink of an eye, he came up with the idea of ​​using the flashlight on his phone for illumination.

However, he never considered one thing: the original purpose of a mobile phone flash is to provide supplemental lighting when taking photos, so the beam angle is quite large, and the depth is nowhere near that of a genuine flashlight.

Under the leader's command, one flash after another lit up the lights. The light was still bright within a range of ten meters, but it had already weakened to a point of being unusable at around fifteen meters. Not to mention the scene beyond twenty meters, apart from stainless steel which could still be observed with the naked eye by reflection, the shape and material of other objects were no longer visible.

Twenty meters is nothing for a factory, especially since Dirty Bear Watson's gang was already huddled together, and even with Green Hair and his group who came back after drinking, there were only two groups in total.

One group was a group of people sitting on the west side of the factory playing cards.

The other group was the drinking group, which was not far from the South Gate.

Despite having more than a dozen people, Watson realized after taking out his phone to shine a light that there were only two pitiful lighting points on his side, covering only a tiny part of the factory area, and the two groups couldn't even clearly see each other's faces.

Compared to the pure darkness just now, this half-lit method of illumination, which completely exposed them to the enemy's view, only intensified everyone's tension.

They didn't know what was lurking in the shadows; it could be a rival gangster trying to steal from them, or a policeman looking to boost his performance record.

They had no idea of ​​the enemy's numbers or fighting style. It could be three or five skilled assassins trying to pick them off one by one, or it could be twenty or thirty henchmen who had already surrounded them and wanted to overwhelm them with sheer numbers.

After all, the illegal activities they were doing were indeed worth the risk their peers were taking.

On the filthy ground, Green Hair's wailing continued; his painful cries both demoralized the enemy and helped to mask the sounds of their movement.

Knowing the pros and cons, Dirty Bear Watson immediately turned ruthless, raised his gun, and fired a bullet into Green Hair's head, giving him no chance to beg for mercy.

boom! ! !

That's how the first body appeared in the factory.

"Damn it, he usually has such heavy tastes, but when he gets a rotten hand, he howls like a sissy. Howl your ass off, spit on him—"

Perhaps not venting his anger enough, or perhaps to bolster his courage, Watson's throat bobbed twice, and he spat a mouthful of phlegm directly onto the green-haired corpse's face.

“Hey you guys playing cards, come over here and take the goods with you.”

Under the boss's coercion, the four members of the card-playing group also spat in unison. After the initial tension, the ruthlessness hidden in their bones began to emerge from within...

Gudong!

But just as the ferocity began to spread, the sound of something falling to the ground instantly drew everyone's attention, and Watson swiftly moved the muzzle of his pistol toward the source of the sound.

—The buttocks of several drunkards.

However, with just this ordinary turn, the group of people not far from the south gate heard the sound of fists hitting flesh and men groaning behind them.

A feint attack?!

Watson, who was the first to realize he had been tricked, lived up to his status as a mob boss. Without thinking, he turned around and fired three shots at the four people playing cards, completely disregarding the lives of his own men.

Unfortunately, the bullets left nothing but a few useless henchmen who had already fallen to the ground, oblivious to their fate.

Even phones with their flash on were lying face down in a chaotic manner, letting the precious light source flicker back and forth between their backs and the ground.

There were no gunshots, no footsteps, and no panting. In less than three seconds, four people were taken down and the person left without a sound.

This...this is something no human could do! Could it be Niki?! No, how could those machines attack humans?!

Dirty Bear Watson pondered haphazardly, and finally found the possibility that most convinced him among a bunch of unrealistic reasoning.

The other party is a professional, there are at least two of them, and they didn't use guns, so they may not be trying to go too far.

There's still room for negotiation!

"Hey! You guys! You want the goods I have, right!"

Having determined that the enemy was also a professional gangster, the slovenly burly man had no doubt about their professional competence; they must all have a pair of night vision goggles, a rare commodity that is hard to come by in the general public.

So he pointed his pistol at the large, discarded iron crate placed against the factory wall, gritted his teeth, and said:

"The goods are right there. Let the guys go. We're all in this together. Leaving them an out makes things easier. Maybe we can pull off a big deal together sometime in the future."

"..."

Seeing no response, Watson added another sentence, unwilling to give up.

"These are brand new products worth a million, all in iron boxes, fully calibrated, top-quality goods that can be sold directly upon arrival."

ten seconds...

Twenty seconds...

Thirty seconds...

For a full minute, in the empty factory, the only response to Watson was that unsettling silence.

Such a cold attitude was undoubtedly the worst news for those present.

The other party doesn't want money...

That must be a deadly threat.

Squeak—!

Just as fear was spreading through the crowd, a metallic scraping sound suddenly rang out from the south gate.

Among the group of drunken thugs, one of the guys hiding at the back tiptoed to the south gate, then pulled open the iron gate and ran away.

Before leaving, that fellow didn't forget to leave a message.

"I didn't see anything! I'm just a errand boy, I didn't see anything!"

Seeing this scene and hearing the man's words, the other thugs could not contain their anger.

They betrayed their boss without even saying goodbye. They were just drinking and calling each other brothers a moment ago.

That's really... really not loyal enough!!!

"Don't run!"

"You little brat, get back here right now!"

Upon seeing this, the others immediately turned red in the face and started shouting, sounding exactly like the boss's lackeys.

However, the sight of the drunkards emerging in droves reveals their true inner thoughts.

Boss? Bullshit!

Is it more important to save my own life?

Bang bang bang bang bang! ! !

Seeing his brothers abandon him in the face of disaster, Watson knew that his already disadvantageous situation had completely collapsed. Enraged, his eyes turned red and he fired five shots on the spot, knocking down the last three good-for-nothings who hadn't had time to escape, who screamed in agony.

"Damn it, all you know how to do is play dirty tricks, come on! Come out and kill me!!!"

"Don't rush, boss."

Just as the burly man was looking around anxiously, fearing a hand might emerge from the shadows and crush his throat at any moment, a man outside suddenly pulled back his hood, wearing a black mask, and strolled in, gently reminding him:

"How about we consider changing the magazine first?"

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