my beauty world

Chapter 47
In the farthest part of the workshop, there is a closed laboratory, which belongs to Master Henry.

As the actual person in charge and technical director of the refining project, Master Henry is not satisfied with the status quo and has been devoting himself to developing new technologies.

Regardless of the liposuction used in the earliest days or the ovens of today's assembly line, he believes that there are flaws.

Assembly lines are not suitable for building high-end products.

High-end products start from the stage of raw material extraction to manual production.

For example, the relatively high-end and scarce raw materials can only be made by hand in order to highlight their style and respect their preciousness.

Young girls are such high-end and scarce raw materials.

A virgin, to be sent to Europe to be handed over to Master Grenouille to make perfume.

But in today's society, there are more and more non-virgins aged sixteen or seventeen. Master Henry believes that pushing these people onto the assembly line is a waste and a crime!
They must be given enough respect!
Therefore, at the latest stage, Master Henry decided to use the manual extraction process after communicating several times with the senior management of the Obia Group and the person in charge of Xiangmai cosmetics.

In the laboratory, candles made of all-natural insect pewter were lit by Master Henry himself.

Four assistants in overalls escorted the two girls into the laboratory.

These two are Anna's classmates Lena and Mickey.

Their mouths were sealed, and they were trembling, not knowing what kind of cruel fate they would face next.

There were five documents in front of Master Henry, and he took Anna and the other two girls aside. They were all virgins and had already been packed and shipped to Paris.

There was nothing special about Lena and Mickey's passports.

Master Henry saw that one of them had darker skin, so he tore off Lena's gag tape and asked, "Are there any black or mixed-race blacks among your relatives?"

However, in just half an afternoon, the girl had already started to tame her. Even though her body was shaking violently, she didn't dare to yell out loud. Instead, she whispered, "My grandma is of mixed race."

Master Henry frowned, with disgust on his face: "Take it away and send it to the workshop!"

He warned his assistants: "The principle of one drop of blood! The principle of one drop of blood! What we want is the most high-end product, and it must not be dirty at all!"

Mickey is a pure white girl.

Master Henry checked it carefully and nodded with satisfaction: "Go and rinse it again, and prepare for waxing!"

This is not a new process, but an all-natural handmade process.

Lena was escorted away by two assistants, and Mickey came back after washing.

Outside the laboratory, the assistant who came back noticed the situation and asked, "Who?"

puff--

A shot with a suppressor rang out, and the assistant fell headlong.

Almost at the same time, gunshots appeared at the gate of the workshop, which was especially loud in the closed workshop.

Master Henry lightly pressed the siren at hand.

Then, looking out of the laboratory through the glass door, a woman in black tights appeared not far away.

"You crazy bastards!"

Ilsa sneaked in from the workshop window and looked at some of the ovens. She was no longer as cold as before, with an extremely ferocious expression on her face. She raised her gun and wanted to kill Master Henry.

Before the gun was raised, the man hid to one side.

On the slightly uneven wall next to it, a sharp arrow-like tongue suddenly popped out!

In just a moment, Lehman with the big nose rushed over with the mercenaries.

…………

As soon as the gunshot rang out, the originally quiet workshop immediately exploded. Many mercenaries were alarmed, and workers and technicians panicked.

After blowing a person's head off, Ronan took a deep breath, temporarily suppressing his anger.

Don't let anger affect the battle!

The pistol and dagger were put away, and the AK rifle on his back was in his hand. Hearing a sound from the front right, Ronan stepped out, and the bullets fired by the AK blasted the heads of two mercenaries!
Ronan didn't stop at all, walking all the way in, whenever he encountered a living person, he would shoot without hesitation!
People here count as one, and they will never be killed in vain!

"There is an intruder! Kill him!" Someone shouted in French: "Quick! Call for backup! Kill him!"

Ronan shot at the sound, the predator's vigilance allowed him to catch the target at a glance, and one shot would kill him!

Then, he turned around, walked through the disinfection room and the air shower, came to the door of the workshop, and hid in the corner.

After a while, the door of the workshop opened, and more than a dozen heavily armed mercenaries swarmed in.

Ronan fired wildly, and all the magazines were empty. These mercenaries were all lying on the ground, some of them were still dead, howling in pain.

"Please..." A burly white man was shot in the abdomen and stretched out a bloody hand: "Please..."

Ronan threw away the AK, pulled out his pistol, and bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang bang

These French mercenaries are well-equipped and have a reasonable combination of long and short weapons, but their quality is average.

Ronan turned on his spirit vision and harvested soul fragments, basically soul fragments +1.

Considering the close combat in the workshop, he picked up a shotgun, took off the belt and hung it on his body, and turned around to kill in the workshop.

Inside the workshop, there was a gunshot, and it seemed that someone else had come in.

Six or seven workers in sterile suits ran out and bumped into Ronan. Without saying a word, Ronan picked up the shotgun and blasted it!
Boom!thump—

The huge roar resounded throughout the workshop, and the chests and abdomens of those workers were all beaten into hornets' nests.

There are several ovens next to them, and there are at least a hundred corpses whose internal organs have been removed. Ronan will not show mercy to these workers!
While walking and reloading, Ronan came to the door of the separate room, heard a voice inside, kicked the door open, rushed in and shot.

Four female workers in white coats went to meet their God without even screaming.

In the room, the lights are bright.

Ronan saw the decoration clearly, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch!

The suppressed anger surged up again!

It was a warehouse, with a mountain of viscera.

These picked internal organs are placed in containers or culture tanks, like commodities waiting to be transported!
On the other side, there are all glass bottles full of grease!
No need to ask, you know what you are pretending to be!
Ronan came out of the warehouse, and the gunshots in front became more and more obvious.

There was a staff member wearing a sterile suit, hiding under a shelf, only looking into the innermost part of the workshop, and didn't notice Ronan coming.

Ronan dragged him out, and glanced at the tag hanging on his chest, which said something like "Technical Supervisor".

"Don't kill me! Please..."

As soon as the man opened his mouth, the barrel of the shotgun pushed in. Ronan pulled the trigger without hesitation, and with a bang, his head shattered and flew away.

Ronan didn't know if those people had begged them when they attacked those people, and how they answered.

He doesn't want to know now either.

The people in this workshop, one counts as one, will all die!

Since crossing over, in order to survive, Ronan has fought many times with others. The number of drug dealers who died in his hands alone cannot be counted with his hands and feet.

But he has never been so tyrannical and wants to kill everyone.

There is a hostility that makes him unable to vent!

That is the conscience of being a human being!
The workshop is highly automated, there are not many workers, and the mercenaries stationed are mediocre, most of them are soul fragments +1, and Ronan doesn't need a second bullet at all.

A large number of wooden cargo boxes were piled up in the open space ahead, and the sound of two different pistol shots came over.

Someone yelled, "Boba, stop him!"

The black man with red hair, holding a Beretta in both hands, immediately turned towards the door of the workshop. Before he raised his gun, he found that the person on the opposite side was incredibly fast. Like an afterimage, it came to him.

"What the hell?" Boba was surprised.

boom--

Without any hesitation, and without any nonsense, Ronan smashed the black man's head with one shot, and turned his left hand, soul fragments +3!

At the same time, information flashed in my mind.

Magical dance steps: A black mercenary's best dance, when he dances, he is the stupidest one in the audience.

Regardless of the confidence in his mind, Ronan took a step forward, appeared from behind the reactor, and said, "Get down!"

Ilsa spotted Ronan when the shotgun rang out.

Regardless of whether the opponent is the FBI or the CIA pretending to be the FBI, they are on the same side for the time being.

She immediately hugged her head and rolled behind a pile of cargo boxes.

Boom-boom-boom-

Ronan fired again and again, and the mercenaries on the opposite side screamed one after another, blood staining the workshop floor.

At the end of the workshop is a laboratory, where there are three people.

A big-nosed Frenchman and an Eastern European face hide behind a bunker of cargo boxes.

A very handsome old man stood by the bulletproof glass in the laboratory.

Judging from the standing position, it is obvious that the handsome old man is the leader.

Ronan loaded the shotgun and walked past Ilsa: "Get up and kill them all!"

People here must have seen the situation in the workshop.

Ilsa threw away the empty pistol, drew out a dagger, gritted her teeth and followed Ronan, while reminding: "Be careful, there are invisible lizards!"

(End of this chapter)