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Removing their clothes was necessary because the distinctive outfits were too eye-catching, making them stand out among the Terrorists and easily exposing them.
However, even the clothes they wore would likely be distinguishable to the Terrorists. Therefore, the first thing they needed to do was to get themselves outfits that matched the atmosphere of this place.
The operation was led by Chen Tan Hua. The fan was not spinning at the moment, allowing Chen Tan Hua to easily slip through the gap between the two massive blades. Before long, he returned, carrying an unconscious body in his arms.
After delivering the person still inside to Jufeng, Chen Tan Hua left again and quickly brought back another unconscious individual. By this time, Jufeng had already changed into the previous person's attire.
Once Chen Tan Hua had also changed his outfit, the two of them moved the two unconscious Terrorists to the other side of the fan, ensuring they wouldn’t be discovered.
"Two hours should be enough; if not, we can kill them," Chen Tan Hua said to Jufeng.
Jufeng glanced at the two unconscious Terrorists, understanding that Chen Tan Hua's mention of "two hours" referred to how long they would remain unconscious. After a moment of contemplation, Jufeng concluded that two hours would likely suffice. Although killing someone was merely a matter of lifting a hand, they were not like Fides, and Jufeng was not an Executioner.
"Let’s go; two hours should be enough. Besides, this area is quite remote. Even if things go awry, we can just help level the hill; it won’t have too much impact."
Chen Tan Hua thought to himself that if they allowed the Terrorists to level the hill, this entire area would likely transform from hilly terrain into flatland. Moreover, Jufeng's mindset was truly self-sacrificing; once a large-scale explosion began, those caught in the eye of the storm would probably be reduced to nothing and yet still believe it wouldn’t have too much impact.
However, since Jufeng had spoken up, Chen Tan Hua naturally wouldn’t refuse. He was even more carefree than Jufeng when it came to death; it truly didn’t matter much to him.
After making their decision, they left the ventilation shaft and entered the interior of the Arms Factory.
Walking in for about ten meters led them to a spacious corridor where loud noises began flooding their ears.
There were certainly numerous Terrorists around, each occupied with their own tasks. Under normal circumstances, aside from their fixed companions nearby, it would be difficult to recognize everyone.
This was also why Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua dared to come directly into the midst of it all.
"The two people earlier were just slacking off here smoking; they seem to belong to the Power Workshop."
Chen Tan Hua and Jufeng leaned against the edge of the corridor, pretending to be friendly companions as they engaged in lively conversation. Throughout the seemingly endless corridor, small groups like theirs could be seen scattered about.
Jufeng glanced at the badge on Chen Tan Hua's chest, which indeed bore the words "Electric Power," followed by a number that appeared to be his identification number. It seemed Chen Tan Hua's assumption was correct.
The Power Workshop was an important department, responsible for maintaining the entire factory's Electric Power. Eventually, this workshop would need to be destroyed by their side, but it was not yet time for that.
Their first target was the Storage Workshop, where they needed to address the most pressing issue of a potential explosion.
The process at the Arms Factory generally followed this pattern: first and foremost was the indispensable Production Workshop, along with the Raw Material Workshop needed for production, and then the Storage Workshop for finished products. There were also related areas like the Power Workshop and waste disposal workshops. It was an exceptionally vast system; just looking at the expansive area above made it clear how intricate and boundless it truly was.
After a brief survey of their surroundings, the two began their search along the lengthy corridor.
The corridor stretched on, but it would eventually have an end, leading to two diverging paths.
As they walked, the number of people they encountered dwindled. According to their reasoning, they had just passed what should have been the Power Workshop and waste disposal areas. One of these paths likely led to the Raw Material Workshop and Storage Workshop, while the other headed toward the Production Workshop.
Jufeng and Chen Tan Hua exchanged a glance, silently reaching a mutual understanding—split up.
Time was indeed limited for them; there was no opportunity to search one by one. Splitting up was their best option, even though it significantly increased their risk.
Jufeng went left while Chen Tan Hua went right.
Though they felt a bond between them, neither spoke words of caution or care. They both understood that what mattered most was ensuring they both made it out alive.
The corridor was long; even as they parted ways, it remained so.
After about fifteen minutes of walking, Jufeng finally arrived at a place with slightly more activity. He did his best to avoid making eye contact with any terrorists to prevent unnecessary inquiries, moving like a hurried worker on an urgent errand.
Of course, during his journey, he took note of all the signs on either side until he saw "Raw Material One," which eased his mind just a bit.
Since this is the Raw Material Workshop, it proves that the Storage Workshop cannot be too far away.
However, before Jufeng could feel any joy in his heart, a voice suddenly rang out not far behind him, startling him.
"Hey? Old Wu, didn't you finish eating and go back? Why are you back again?"
Jufeng was certain that this voice was directed at him or at the owner of the clothes he was wearing. Yet how could he turn around now? Turning back would reveal everything.
Jufeng's steps had not stopped, so he pretended not to hear and continued walking forward. However, the person behind him was relentless; seeing that Jufeng did not respond, they hurried after him and continued asking, "Old Wu, why aren't you talking? Hey? Old Wu, what's wrong with you?"
Seeing that he could not avoid the situation, Jufeng stopped. However, he did not turn around immediately; instead, he paused for two seconds, feeling the footsteps behind him slowly closing in before suddenly turning around.
The newcomer was a middle-aged man who looked like an old man. Upon seeing Jufeng, his pupils instantly dilated, clearly shocked by the familiar clothes but unfamiliar face.
It seemed he quickly grasped the reason and opened his mouth wide, wanting to share his discovery with everyone. However, he found himself unable to make a sound and even unable to move his body.
At this moment, Jufeng spoke up.
"Ah, why did you just finish eating? I thought you were stuck in the cafeteria! I helped Liu Ban with something. Since you haven't gone back yet, let's go together."
After speaking, Jufeng casually draped his arm over the man's shoulder and glanced up at the sign for "Cafeteria" not far to the side before turning and leaving with him.
Initially, the man's shout attracted some attention from others, but after Jufeng turned with him, everyone returned to their own business.
As Jufeng walked alongside the man, he made friendly gestures and expressions while chatting amiably, occasionally laughing heartily until they reached a corner where there was a storage room with no one around. Then he swiftly knocked the man unconscious.
"Ha!" Jufeng exhaled deeply, indicating that this little incident had truly startled him. With so many terrorists around and such a large area, it was an incredible coincidence for two familiar people to run into each other.
Fortunately, it ended without incident. Jufeng looked at the unconscious man and gave him another swift blow to the neck to ensure he slept more deeply, considering it a way to calm his own nerves.
After organizing his thoughts, Jufeng set off once again on his journey. He passed by dozens of Raw Material Workshops and soon came upon a fork in the road. This fork was easy to discern, as there were people nearby and a large sign that read "No Entry for Unauthorized Personnel."
The Production Workshop only prohibited smoking; it did not restrict entry to unauthorized individuals, as it was the most trafficked area. Raw materials needed to go in, and stored goods had to come out, all mixed together—there were no unauthorized personnel there.
However, this place was different; only those in charge of storage were allowed inside. Jufeng knew he had found the right location.
Yet, the guards here were strict. How could he possibly gain entry? He had been wandering around for an hour already, and time was running short.
Just as Jufeng was racking his brain for a solution, a sudden announcement echoed above him, sending a jolt through his heart.
"Emergency notice: An outsider has breached security. Emergency notice: An outsider has breached security. All departments are on lockdown; no unauthorized movement is allowed."
(To be continued)
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