Quick Travel: Passing Through the Bloody World

After the meeting, Adjutant Bai, who had been waiting at the stairs for a long time, saw Pei Yu and walked over quickly to take Pei Yu's cloak.

Adjutant Bai followed Pei Yu one step behind. After glancing behind him to make sure there was no one around, he quickened his pace and walked to Pei Yu's side.

"Seventh Master, there is news about the people who were sent to the cotton mill."

Adjutant Bai lowered his voice.

Pei Yu nodded: "Nothing unexpected happened, right?"

Adjutant Bai shook his head: "My brothers were very skillful and left no traces."

When the office appeared in front of the two, Adjutant Bai pushed open the door and invited Pei Yu in first.

Adjutant Bai hung Pei Yu's cloak on the hanger and walked to the desk.

"Seventh Master, the brothers you asked me to send to the cotton mill have been secretly observing anything wrong for the past half month. Sure enough, as you expected, there is something wrong with this factory!"

When Adjutant Bai said this, his eyes were full of admiration for Pei Yu. He puffed out his chest and said, "Seventh Master, you are really a master of foresight. How did you find the problem from the cargo list at the West Port and then pinpoint it to the cotton mill? I never thought that those batches of goods could be used in this way."

Nowadays, the war is tense and the situation is unstable. There are wars going on everywhere, and the demand for cotton cloth can be said to be in short supply.

Therefore, textile factories in various places have huge daily sales volumes, not to mention the ports where goods are already mixed.

However, Pei Yu was able to accurately find the problem from the freight bill of the West Port and then lock on to the cotton mill.

Pei Yu raised his eyebrows: "Stop flattering me."

Adjutant Bai immediately stood at attention: "Yes, Master Qi!"

West Street Cotton Mill has been established for many years and has complete equipment. It has always been one of the best textile mills in Jiangcheng.

After the war between the two countries, this cotton mill became even more prosperous.

Such a cotton mill seems to be thriving, but in fact it is secretly producing military supplies for supply to Country R.

"Seventh Master, this is the semi-finished military supplies they found."

Adjutant Bai placed a piece of iron on the desk in front of Pei Yu.

The inner wall is rough and uneven.

Pei Yu recognized what it was at a glance: "It's a bomb fragment."

Moreover, judging from its specifications and shape, it is a type that has never appeared before either domestically or abroad.

The production process seems to be simpler.

The lethality is unknown.

But it won’t be weak.

And this was only the least visible part of the supplies that the cotton mill secretly produced.

It is impossible to predict whether there will be more powerful weapons of destruction.

Adjutant Bai's face changed slightly: "Fortunately, this cotton mill exploded..."

Pei Yu shook his head: "Machines will break down, venues will disappear, but memories will not."

"According to the news reports, the West Street Cotton Mill was bombed and 80% of the workers were killed or injured. Among the remaining 20%, there were many foreign employees from Country M."

"As long as the engineer is alive and the blueprints are still there, the danger will never disappear."

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The branches outside the window broke quietly, and when they fell to the ground, they were kicked away by passers-by.

"Damn it! I almost got blown to death in the cotton mill. Now you want me to go and die again? Dream on!"

The door of the telephone booth was pushed open by a tall and strong man from M country and then closed heavily.

He spat and walked away to the left.

As he passed through an alley, he suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Before he could react, he was pulled into the alley by a huge force.

"you……"

Before he could finish his words, he felt the hard muzzle of a gun pressed against his stomach.

"..."

The man holding the gun to him was a middle-aged man with dark skin and pockmarks on his face, as if he had been burned by oil and the skin was gone.

However, this middle-aged man's eyes were indeed extremely bright, and could even be described as handsome.

The M countryman raised his hand cautiously, his lips moving: "I won't move... I won't move... I don't have any weapon in my hand... No..."

"I know you don't, Mr. Smivor."

The middle-aged man's voice was rumbling, and there was a hint of mockery in his eyes as he looked at Smifu.

Smifu seemed to have not expected that the middle-aged man who threatened him could call out his name accurately. He widened his eyes and fell silent.

The middle-aged man tightened his grip on the gun and said, "My time is limited. I ask questions and you answer them."

"...Okay...Okay..." Smifu responded in broken Chinese.

"Where were you when the West Street Cotton Mill was bombed?"

"I was at home, thinking hard about a new plan that day."

"What plan do you have in mind?"

"this……"

The middle-aged man lowered his voice and said calmly: "Speak."

Smifu closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gritted his teeth: "A shotgun modified gun, a plan to increase the attack power."

After he finished speaking, he clearly felt that the gun in his stomach was not as powerful anymore.

Smifu felt a lot more at ease.

"What's the plan?"

"I haven't figured it out. I've been taking various measurements, but no matter how I modify it, the attack power doesn't improve at all..."

"You're lying."

As the middle-aged man finished speaking, the muzzle of the gun suddenly pressed against Smifu's forehead.

Smifu's knees suddenly weakened and he almost fell to his knees.

Smifu was shaking so much that he said tremblingly: "I really haven't come up with a design yet. The people who work with me in the cotton mill are also designing plans, but they are better than me and have already achieved some results.

I… I have never been successful, so I am thinking of a plan at home! I really didn’t come up with a plan! If you don’t believe me… If you don’t believe me, you can go to the bank on Nanxiang Road 12th Street to check. I really didn’t make any money! I almost lost my life…”

What Smivo said could be described as being pierced with tears.

He had already escaped death, not only did he not make any money, but he was also threatened. At this moment, he almost cried.

"I'll believe what you say for now."

Smifu's eyes suddenly lit up.

The next moment, he heard the middle-aged man's next words: "Just do whatever the person on the phone asked you to do."

"But I have already refused."

"That's your problem."

Smifu stared at the gun in the middle-aged man's hand and nodded obediently.

The middle-aged man said: "Don't have any bad thoughts. The pot of daffodils in your home still needs watering, right? And the north-facing direction is not good. Remember to face south next time."

Smifu suddenly became stiff, and all evil thoughts disappeared.