System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 722 - 315: "Loosen once, tighten twice." (Seeking monthly votes)_2
The next moment—
Thrown into the air, Xiaolv rapidly expanded in size until it was as large as several football fields. Then, under the bewildered eyes of the bystanders, it opened its gaping mouth and swallowed the entire palace-like auction house whole.
And swiftly shrank back down.
Returning once again to Chen Mang’s arms.
He didn’t need to know where it was specifically hidden, nor did he need to venture into the auction house to search for the item. He just needed to confirm it was inside, and the rest could be left to Xiaolv to handle, to search slowly later.
Chen Mang looked at the bystanders who happened to pass by, smiled, waved to signal them, and then strode off into the distance.
Immediately.
From various positions on rooftops of tall buildings, heavy machine guns emerged once again, launching a destructive assault on all passersby, ensuring that no information or faces would leak out.
In the blink of an eye.
The operation on his side was concluded.
However, it seemed there was some issue with Biaozi over in Extreme Night City.
"Train Captain, the actual strategic reserve resources of Extreme Night City are 10 trillion units of iron ore and 10 trillion units of copper ore, but the actual strategic reserve resources are...0."
"The warehouse is empty."
"Hmm."
Chen Mang walked briskly down the street, listening to Ai’s report, he softly said, "Have Biaozi go to the next city. If there’s time left, prioritize those high-value locations we’ve marked."
"Understood."
Though it sounded a bit ridiculous, this was still within his expectations.
The internal corruption within the Kasha Civilization was something he’d heard of, though he never thought they would be so bold as to embezzle all of it, rather than just half. It was a bit ruthless, but not a big problem. There were a total of 17 cities, he didn’t believe all 17 cities could be entirely embezzled.
...
At this time—
In City 4 of the Gemini Star, a group personally led by the leader of the "Philia Pirate Group," Pulupulu, under the cover of night, was rapidly approaching the warehouse ahead riding several off-road motorcycles.
This large and unabashed commotion.
Naturally, it had long alerted the warehouse guards.
The defensive weapons outside the warehouse were quickly activated, their barrels aimed at Pulupulu and others, ready to fire at any moment. But soon, to the horror of those guards, those automated weapons abruptly turned their barrels toward them and began to fire ferociously!
"Tu-tu-tu-tu!!"
The piercing gunfire shattered the night sky.
Pulupulu and the others did not slow down in the slightest, and when they had already entered the warehouse, the outer perimeter was already littered with corpses. They hadn’t even fired a single shot, relying entirely on President Ai to clear the way for them.
The surrounding traffic was also under mandatory control.
Ensuring that no one would enter here.
The automatic alarms were blocked, and the Law Enforcement Bureau received no information at all, no one would come looking for them anytime soon.
When Pulupulu kicked open the warehouse door, he froze in his tracks, looking at the scene before him, swallowing involuntarily.
Inside the warehouse were piles of high-grade iron ore and high-grade copper ore, a glance around showed it was packed full!
Like a bountiful harvest.
Extremely dazzling!
"What Master Mang pulled off this time is really something big."
"In terms of piracy."
"Master Mang must be my founding father."
He suddenly realized, though he always claimed to be a pirate, everything he had amassed in his career was nothing compared to what was in this warehouse, yet Master Mang never called himself a pirate, but with just a casual job, it equaled his entire career’s haul.
There were a total of 17 such target objectives in this plan.
He was just part of one small squad.
"Get to work!"
Pulupulu grinned, waved his hand, and his subordinates immediately advanced carrying a large appliance. They pulled out a large vacuum cleaner temporarily crafted by Qi Kexiu and President Ai from the appliance!
They aimed the suction cup, looking like an octopus base, at the warehouse, and after firmly pressing the button.
Countless iron and copper ores flew into the air, sucked into the vacuum cleaner, and directly into the Constant Star Train through the appliance!
The entire process was seamless and exceptionally smooth!
Meanwhile.
Gunfire continued to intermittently ring out inside the warehouse, accurately eliminating the remaining personnel. When all resources inside the warehouse were sucked into the train, new information flashed across Pulupulu’s iris chip implanted in his eye.
"The total resources from the warehouse have been tallied, totaling 10 trillion units of iron ore and 10 trillion units of copper ore."
"Please eliminate some of the remaining resisting forces."
Soon—
The iris chip displayed a floor plan of the warehouse, with several red dots continually flashing in various corners. These were blind spots in the field of fire of the warehouse’s automated defense weapons, needing them to handle it.
"This is the first time acting from a god-like perspective."
Pulupulu couldn’t help but sigh again, though he had never executed something this large, he had done many similar things, being a pirate after all, but never had an operation been so easy.
It was like having cheat codes on.
Acting completely from a god-like perspective.
The disparity between us and them was a bit too obvious, this kind of informational overpowering felt quite good.
...
Meanwhile, on the other side—
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master was leading his sect’s disciples, skimming the ground with sword flight in the night, rapidly approaching the resource warehouse of City 8. However, before reaching its destination, they could already hear continuous gunfire from afar.
Upon arrival, what they saw was.
A group of men, all clad in black and wearing masks, holding guns as they besieged the warehouse’s exterior guards, the dense gunfire sounded like firecrackers popping incessantly, numbering over a hundred people, quite a lot indeed.
