Chapter 141 An Unofficial Infiltrator, and Liu Jianguo: Men, take him away tonight!

Liu Jianguo's roar was so loud that it made people's ears ring.

At this moment, everyone looked at the about-to-explode Liu Jianguo, then at the gas canisters plastered with red four-character couplets. Finally, their gazes all fell on Li Jiajun.

Engineer Qian shook his head inwardly. "This kid always finds a way to repeatedly jump back and forth on the road to death."

...

Li Jiajun opened his mouth, wanting to explain a few things, to talk about psychological metaphysics and spiritual safety, but as soon as he met Liu Jianguo's fire-breathing eyes, his words were stuck in his throat. That look was as if he wanted to skin him alive.

He felt that if he said one more word, Uncle Liu would really rush up and slap him across the face, letting him personally experience what safety meant.

Liu Jianguo pointed at Li Jiajun, his finger trembling uncontrollably.

His chest heaved violently, his breathing thick and heavy, wheezing loudly. His face first flushed red, then turned iron-blue.

He felt a sharp pain in his heart, and the world went black before his eyes.

He slowly lowered his trembling hand. His other hand reached into his jacket pocket, fumbling tremblingly for a long time, and pulled out a small white porcelain bottle.

His hand was shaking so badly that it took a few twists to open the cap. He didn't bother to count, just poured a small pile of pills into his palm and stuffed them all into his mouth.

He tilted his neck back, his Adam's apple bobbing, and with difficulty dry-swallowed the handful of pills.

The pills dissolved under the root of his tongue, bitter and cold. That coolness went down his throat, and his wildly beating heart finally calmed down a bit.

After a long while, he was finally able to catch his breath.

Liu Jianguo slowly straightened up, the anger on his face gone. He was very calm now, calm enough to make people's hearts numb. There was no expression on his face, as if all emotions had been burned away.

He didn't look at Li Jiajun again. Li Jiajun, it seemed, was not worth any more emotional fluctuations from him.

He pulled a phone out of another pocket.

"Let the standby convoy come in."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed to be confirming.

"Yes, all vehicles, drive them all in."

He paused, his gaze sweeping across the warehouse. There was a pile of neatly stacked jia an no. 1, and in the corner, a few magically modified production devices. A sense of powerlessness welled up in his heart.

"This kid always manages to hide some inconceivable things in even more inconceivable places." A thought surfaced in Liu Jianguo's mind, "Must be rigorous."

He spoke into the phone in a flat tone, uttering a sentence that left everyone present speechless, but after thinking about it, they felt it was somewhat reasonable.

"This time... study the factory foundation for me too, see what else is buried underneath."

After speaking, he hung up the phone and stuffed the black phone back into his pocket.

The warehouse fell silent again. But this silence was different from before; it was a silence that made people feel uneasy.

After Liu Jianguo finished the call, the expressions on the faces of Experts like Engineer Qian and Old Expert changed. They were no longer shocked, but revealed an irrepressible ecstasy.

They looked at each other, their eyes glowing.

Haul it away! Haul it all away! Haul it away tonight!

This meant that those gas canisters—no, solid rocket engines—and that production line they couldn't understand would soon all be theirs.

Electronic ignition systems, tank cannon barrel materials, Laval nozzle valves... some of these technologies only existed in theoretical concepts, and some had only been used on a small scale in cutting-edge aerospace projects. Now, they would soon be able to personally dismantle and study them.

With these physical objects, perhaps in five years—no, three years! Eastern Country's artillery and rocket technology could pull ahead of the whole world by a decade!

Thinking of this, the breathing of the Old Experts became heavy. When they looked at Li Jiajun again, their eyes had changed. It was no longer looking at a troublemaking brat, but like looking at a god of wealth.

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Li Jiajun was stunned when he heard they were going to study the foundation.

"Study the foundation?" A thought popped into his mind, "Are they treating me like Qin Shi Huang? Do they think I have Terracotta Warriors buried underneath?"

This idea was too ridiculous; he even felt a little like laughing.

...

Liu Jianguo ignored them. After doing all this, he felt as if all his strength had been drained away.

He turned around, his gaze passing over the stunned Li Jiajun and the excited Experts, and landed on Wang Dachui. Wang Dachui had been shrinking in the corner of the warehouse, desperately trying to make himself invisible to others, with a face full of bewilderment.

Looking at Wang Dachui's blank expression, the corners of Liu Jianguo's expressionless face actually twitched.

That wasn't a smile, just a twitch of the mouth muscles, but it made people feel more uneasy than when he was angry.

He took a step and walked towards Wang Dachui.

Wang Dachui saw Liu Jianguo walking towards him, so scared that his legs cramped, and he almost sat on the ground. He wanted to run, but his legs wouldn't listen to him.

"L-leader..." His voice was so small it was barely audible, his words stuttering, his teeth chattering, making a clattering sound.

Liu Jianguo reached out and patted Wang Dachui's shoulder heavily. He even squeezed out a strange smile on his face. This pat made Wang Dachui's body slump, feeling as if his shoulder blade was about to shatter.

"Little Wang."

Liu Jianguo looked at Wang Dachui, his tone filled with an indescribable strangeness, as if he were praising him.

"Well done."

Wang Dachui was stunned on the spot, his mind going blank.

"Huh?" He thought, "Well done? What did I do? Haven't I been clearing Little Factory Director Li's name all this time?"

Immediately after.

Liu Jianguo leaned in closer and lowered his voice, saying: "Next time our unit evaluates excellent external undercover agents, I will definitely write you a recommendation letter myself."

Wang Dachui was completely dumbfounded, absolutely stunned.

Excellent external undercover agent? Write a recommendation letter personally? He recognized these words individually, but combined together, why did they sound like gibberish?

He stared blankly at Liu Jianguo's unreadable face, his brain crashing, his CPU burning and smoking.

"I... I've become an undercover agent?" "When did I defect? No, wait, when did I join the organization?" "I'm clearly just a manager who wanted to help the boss brag and clear his name!"

He opened his mouth, wanting to ask something, like whether the unit pays for social insurance and housing fund, or if undercover agents get paid annual leave. But he felt that wasn't appropriate; after all, his heart was with Li Family Toy Factory, treating it as his own home. How could he take money from someone else? Wouldn't that make him a traitor?

Just then, a low rumble came from outside the factory.

The sound went from far to near, getting louder and louder, shaking the entire warehouse's corrugated iron walls with slight vibrations.

"Rumble—"

Accompanied by the roar of huge engines, twenty military heavy trucks painted in dark green, with their license plates specially obscured, like a herd of steel beasts, drove into the courtyard of Li Family Toy Factory in a neat formation.

The convoy came to a stop, and the rear tailgates of the trucks fell with a simultaneous "clang."