death of hope

Transfer to the freight elevator and arrive at the eleventh floor.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened, and they saw several strong men with their backs to them.

Two Colombian gangsters wearing round hats, two members of the Kyokushin team wearing white clothes,

Four people were smoking and chatting, and when they heard the sound of the elevator ringing, one of them said;

"Push the goods to area D."

"Hurry up! Stop whining!" Another person urged angrily.

Luan Tangzheng lowered his gun and looked at Chen Xing;

Obviously, these gang members were the guards on this floor, because no one ever asked for trouble, and they gradually became bored and slack.

Thinking of them as cargo workers, they didn't even bother to look back.

·

This time, Toru Yamayama no longer hesitated at all.

He picked up the big wrench in the tool box, weighed it, rounded it, and hit it on the back of the head.

Needless to say, Chen Xing, Luan Tangzheng, and A Lin all launched sneak attacks almost at the same time.

It's like a tailor-made number for them. Each of them will deal with one. After finishing the work, they will loot the four corpses.

Two Remington pump-action shotguns with sawed-off barrels, two HK automatic pistols, and a broad-bladed machete used for cutting bananas were found.

·

"It's so considerate. As soon as we walked in, we gave us equipment~"

"Fortunately, the security system was turned off by Xiaohong, and their guards were relatively lax."

"Xiao Hong said that we have to open the code lock on this floor ourselves."

"There will always be a way to lock the door. The important thing is that it will be difficult to avoid a head-on conflict next,"

"For safety reasons, let the young master take the back seat."

Che also noticed that the three people's eyes were all looking over, feeling that he was being slighted, and said angrily;

"Look at what I do, I know what to do!

In the Millennium Tower, I single-handedly fought my way through! "

Saying that, Tetsuya picked up the machete, chopped off the corpse's palm with one knife, and stuffed it into his pocket.

Now, everyone knows the young master's determination, and they all nod silently.

·

Exiting the elevator hall and walking through a corridor,

The dim light passes through the gap of the exhaust fan, casting an oppressive light and shadow.

He opened the two thick curtains, used his bloody palm to swipe his fingerprint to unlock the door, and passed through the pneumatic security door. The inside suddenly became clear.

With patent leather walls, cement floors, and industrial style decoration, it is unlikely that there will be a desk on this floor, as if you have walked into a factory in a development zone;

Orange plastic barrels were neatly stacked on the wooden brackets, and a large number of bulging woven bags were stacked in the corner. They were piled as high as a hill, and it was unknown what they contained.

Workers wearing plastic protective suits and gas masks driving small forklifts are stacking and transporting these large barrels and woven bags.

A forklift worker wearing a hard hat saw them passing by, saw the blood stains on Tetsuya's body, and saw the shotgun held in Rentang Zheng's hand.

There was no screaming, no panic, he carefully lowered his head to avoid looking at each other, pretending not to see anything.

Workers know what kind of deeds their employers are doing, and it is only a matter of time before they incur retaliation.

For them, silence is the secret to survival,

They have long been accustomed to the harsh working environment, with armed gang members wandering around, and being insulted and beaten if they slow down even a little bit.

The workers have long become numb, like tired and heartless zombies, busy with their work for the pitiful salary at the end of the month.

Try not to think about what these strangers are here for.

·

"Did you...smell it?"

"I smell it, it's pungent."

"It smells worse than nail polish."

"What the hell are those plastic barrels and those in woven bags?"

"Industrial chemicals are probably toxic."

The smell in the air is alarming enough,

Saito Rinka found the small warehouse where labor protection supplies were placed. The four of them put on gas masks, screwed on the filter element, and put on plastic clothing.

Looks a bit like the nuclear infantry from war movies.

"It's so boring!" Chen Xing complained.

"I think it's pretty good. It doesn't attract attention easily."

·

Pass through the hazardous chemicals warehouse and continue walking inside.

I saw many long workbenches,

There are test tubes, beakers, distilling bottles, droppers, measuring cups and other glassware on it. Some containers are connected by corrosion-resistant plastic tubes.

A worker was heating a beaker with an alcohol lamp. The turbid liquid inside was bubbling, and the exhaust gas was quickly sucked away by the exhaust fan.

The walls are densely covered with operating procedures and precautions. A string of suspicious chemical formulas are written in red pen on the whiteboard.

Che also came closer to take a look.

He knows that "C" stands for carbon, "O" stands for oxygen, and "H" stands for hydrogen. He doesn't quite remember what the other letters stand for.

These elements were connected together in a long string, which seemed to him like a heavenly book.

He regretted falling asleep in chemistry class. He should at least ask Long Jun to make up for more lessons.

·

The man wearing the "overseer" armband walked toward him angrily;

"Hey, hey, hey, I've been watching you for a long time. Why don't you just leave here and go on a errand? Hurry up and get to work!"

When the supervisor saw his eyes behind the lenses of the gas mask, he felt something was wrong.

Looking down, he saw Tetsuya holding a bloody machete, and then saw Rando Masagi holding a shotgun;

The supervisor was so frightened that he swallowed his saliva; "Yes... I'm sorry! Sorry for disturbing you!"

A-Lin raised the muzzle of her gun;

"Lie down here, if you dare to move, I will shoot your dog's head off~"

"Don't...I still have my family..."

"Shut up! You are a bully!"

"Sister Lin, why are you still angry~"

Saito Rinka recalled some unpleasant memories, frowned and said;

"When I was a child, I worked in a black factory.

What I hate the most is this gang of overseers, who rely on the little power they have to take advantage of the poor blind dates. They are even more hateful than the factory owners. "

"Just kill this grandson to vent your anger on Sister Lin."

"No need, it's all over..."

Pass through the chemical preparation area and come to the next process.

Workers purified the liquid in the beaker, poured it into a machine, and dried it into a green crystalline powder.

Filter and classify through spectral scanning and assign them to different production lines.

Following the conveyor belt, we came to the next area, where workers weighed the green crystalline powder and packed it into bags of different sizes.

Or put it into an automatic packaging machine to make capsules one by one and pack them into unlabeled packaging boxes.

·

Seeing this, no matter how slow you are, you should understand.

This is a hallucinogen factory jointly run by the Columbia Gang and the Kyokushin Group.

Delivering poisonous candies to the streets of New Sapporo City,

Countless citizens fell into depravity because of this, losing all their wealth and becoming drug addicts living on the streets, eventually dying on the streets.

"These guys are so blatant that they opened a factory in a downtown area."

“This makes manufacturing, packaging, and transportation convenient.

Purchase the raw materials legally, make them into contraband, and take them to the Y Club downstairs to make huge profits directly. "

“There must have been hundreds of big plastic buckets and mountains of woven bags.

If this were all made into capsules, how many people would be killed..."

"That's why the boss banned our gang from getting involved in the hallucinogen business."

"Congratulations, young master, for achieving a great achievement.

This factory is the economic lifeline of the enemy. If it is burned or reported, it will be enough for them to drink a pot. "

"Don't do that silly thing of popping champagne during the first half of the game. Don't touch the factory stuff for now. Let's go to the 13th floor."

Tetsuya Yamama said;

"Go to Juan Ramirez, I have something to ask him."