System: My Doomsday Train-Chapter 723 - 315: "Loosen once, tighten twice." (Seeking monthly votes)_3
It seems like someone beat us to it!
"Stealing the job?"
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master’s face changed slightly, not wanting his mission to end in failure. Immediately, he ignored everything and let out a roar. Spiritual energy surged forth, forming a massive Eight Trigrams Array in the sky!
Following that!
The Eight Trigrams Array, condensed from spiritual energy, quickly took shape. Swords carrying terrifying pressure emerged like bamboo shoots after a spring rain, and in an instant, thousands of flying swords enveloped the enemies like a rain of blades!
With just this one strike!
Nearly a kilometer of the surrounding land was almost razed to the ground!
This is the allure of the Cultivation Civilization, relying solely on the body to unleash terrifying power!
No living beings remained within miles other than them.
There was no intervention by trains.
In terms of individual strength, who could possibly defeat them?
Kicking open the warehouse door, a vast amount of resources lay inside.
"Lift!"
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master softly commanded, and a massive surge of spiritual energy erupted, enveloping all the iron ore, forming a river in the sky that swiftly flowed into the refrigerator!
This refrigerator was a Level 200 model delivered by Master Mang to this city.
They needed to take this refrigerator with them when they left later.
After all, it was made with iron ore, leaving it here would be wasteful.
Soon!
The inventory of resources was complete.
"The total resources of the warehouse have been counted, totaling 5 trillion units of iron ore, 5 trillion units of copper ore."
"No personnel survived."
"Proceed to the next target mission point."
"Only half?"
The Celestial Secret Pavilion Master’s face looked a bit grim, but this wasn’t the time to ponder such matters. He quickly followed President Ai’s instructions, swiftly retreating to the next target mission point.
They only had 55 minutes for their operation.
Now only 48 minutes remained.
Reviewing can wait until later.
Now is not the right time!
...
"Was there too much commotion?"
City 8.
In the upper floors of an office building, a middle-aged man stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, looking apprehensively at the blaze rising from the suburban warehouse, pacing nervously in place.
He could tell.
This time, those above were serious, leaving him only 7 days to fill the gap!
He definitely couldn’t fill this gap.
All the money was spent.
Where was he supposed to fill this gap?
The usual solution was to set a fire; one fire and all accounts were balanced.
He had sent people to attack the suburban warehouse tonight, and it looked like the plan might have succeeded, but he felt a lurking unease.
He hoped everything would go smoothly.
...
"Whew..."
City 9, a warehouse on the outskirts.
An elderly man, trembling slightly under the support of his subordinates, pushed open the warehouse door, looking at the piles of resources inside with eyes full of anguish!
To fill this gap.
He had exhausted all his personal savings to fill the 20 trillion resource gap!
Although taxing and painful.
But he felt at peace, even a bit eager for the coming seven days, hoping to perhaps receive a commendation. With the hole filled, he surely wouldn’t admit to having filled it, rather insisting he had never embezzled!
He was a clean official!
"Not easy at all."
The old man stood at the warehouse entrance, looking at the high piles of advanced iron ore, a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. Sitting in this position, one must understand a key point: money can always be earned later, but one’s official position must be preserved, or there would be nothing left.
Since the authorities were determined.
Then don’t resist too strongly.
It’s impossible to withstand it.
But just then—
The piercing sound of gunfire suddenly erupted outside the warehouse.
Before the old man could react, a barrage of bullets rained down on the warehouse door and quickly swept everyone inside.
Someone was conducting a robbery!
The thought flashed through the old man’s mind, although it’s hard to believe someone dared to rob the Kasha Civilization. He cursed their audacity, but still instinctively fled deeper into the warehouse.
However...
Due to his aged body, he stumbled to the ground after only a few steps, a blazing pain shot from his back as he recalled his carefree childhood.
His biggest regret before dying was not repairing his body to a perfect state before coming; he might have escaped.
The assault came quickly.
He didn’t even have time to summon his train.
To remain unnoticed, he hadn’t arrived by train, instead bringing a few trusted subordinates with resources under the veil of night, leaving him almost no means of armed resistance.
The next moment—
The door was violently kicked open!
The patriarch of a major family from the Black Tortoise Civilization, clutching a massive hammer, strode into the warehouse, surveying the corpses strewn across the floor, then eyed the substantial resources at the warehouse’s end, grinning: "President Ai, the mission is accomplished!"
"Collect the goods!"
...
This night.
Was destined not to be peaceful.
In the city government of City 3, a middle-aged man sat leisurely in his study, fully aware of one thing: the Kasha Civilization was on the brink of significant change.
This time, the authorities maintained a very firm stance.
Connections and backers were useless.
Seven days later, any discovered discrepancy in the strategic reserve resources would be handled according to law.
No leniency.
No mercy.
Many might already be panicking, unable to sit still, but he remained unperturbed, enjoying the warm coffee in his hand, feeling that this moment was so warm and natural.
