Chapter 423 He's an honest man and doesn't talk much.

Inside the Logistics Command Center under the General Armament Department.

The cold air blowing from the overhead vents chilled everyone to the bone at this moment.

The technician's trembling explanation was like a sudden clap of thunder.

As the saying goes, experts look for the craft, while laymen look for the spectacle.

Before this.

When that dusty plastic pistol fired those miniature pellets.

Everyone in the hall was actually still at the level of laymen watching a spectacle.

They just watched those spots of light trace arcs on the screen and saw the enemy's heat signatures vanish one by one.

But now.

After the detailed explanation from this tech-savvy senior equipment engineer.

After listing the hidden technologies one by one: Multiple Independently Targetable Re-entry Vehicle (MIRV) strikes, ultra-high-speed scanning, massive data holographic projection, and millisecond-level Friend-or-Foe identification.

The Old General and the leader of the Special Front standing beside him were both stunned.

The Old Chief, who had weathered countless storms, stared with eyes wide open.

His breathing became exceptionally heavy at this moment.

As the head of the General Armament Department, he knew all too well how much effort from multiple national-level laboratories would be required to master each of these technologies individually.

Yet these things had actually appeared in this minor mission.

Yes, compared to these technologies, the current mission could only be called minor.

After all.

This pistol, which looked like a toy, was no longer a simple weapon.

It was clearly challenging the limits of modern theoretical physics and materials science!

The old man turned his head and exchanged a glance with the Special Front leader beside him, who usually kept his emotions hidden.

Both saw an emotion called shock in the depths of each other's eyes.

...

And in a corner at the edge of the command hall.

Xiao Wang, the subordinate responsible for logistics coordination, was currently leaning against the wall.

He was also completely dumbfounded.

The corners of Xiao Wang's mouth twitched uncontrollably.

He was like a puppet whose soul had been snatched away, staring blankly at the giant electronic screen in front of him.

His throat felt dry and parched, as if he had swallowed a handful of coarse sand.

Every technical term the technician had just mentioned was like a sharp blade, ruthlessly slicing through his sanity.

‘What's going on?’

‘What the hell is going on?!’ he roared hysterically in his heart.

Xiao Wang's brain worked rapidly, his memory instantly flashing back to a certain point in time.

He remembered being in Director Liu Jianguo's spacious and bright office at the Imperial Capital Military Industry Department building.

The scene where his old leader, holding a teacup, confidently gave him his conclusion.

Various chaotic thoughts intertwined in his mind.

Xiao Wang was speechless, feeling as if his entire worldview was collapsing.

‘Wait, didn't Director Liu say this was just a defective product?’

‘Didn't you say this toy gun was just a defective product Little Factory Director Li made while developing fire-fighting equipment because the payload was too low?’

Recalling his old leader's relaxed and casual tone at the time, as if he didn't take the thing seriously at all.

Xiao Wang only felt waves of dizziness.

‘Didn't you say this kind of pistol could only extinguish a flame like a lighter's and had no lethality?’

‘Whose defective product is equipped with MIRV strike technology?!’

‘Whose toy for putting out lighters can complete facial bone scanning and perform Friend-or-Foe identification in an instant?!’

He thought about all this.

Then.

Xiao Wang with difficulty turned his stiff neck.

He redirected his unfocused gaze back to the high-definition thermal imaging screen.

In the partial view representing the abandoned platform in Sanbianpo.

Clusters of red spots representing militants were dimming in large groups at a speed that defied common sense.

There were no violent explosions, no soaring flames.

It was just that kind of silent, one-sided, dimensional-reduction erasure.

Watching this scene.

Recalling Liu Jianguo's previous certain and definite attitude.

Xiao Wang swallowed hard.

He felt that Director Liu Jianguo really lived up to that saying.

An honest man of few words.

Describing a miniature killing machine comparable to a strategic deterrent as a children's toy that couldn't even put out a flame.

This ability to call a stag a horse gave Xiao Wang a brand-new understanding of his old leader's "reliability."

...

Meanwhile, in Sanbianpo.

The harvesting there was still continuing.

The Scam Park shrouded in rain was like a giant beast lurking in the darkness.

The armed sentries and patrol teams on the periphery were being silently cleared by those miniature pellets emitting a faint blue glow.

And somewhere in the park.

Passing through layers of rain curtains and rusted barbed wire.

A vast factory building used for training the Pigletss appeared on the screen.

Here, the so-called Pigletss did not refer to captive livestock.

Instead, they were the lowest and most miserable group in this land of evil.

They were all people lured to the park by various fake high-paying job advertisements or so-called international romantic online relationships, and then forced to engage in telecommunications fraud for the park.

Among them were many Chinese people harboring dreams of striking it rich.

There were also people from other neighboring countries who had been scammed into coming.

Once they stepped onto this land, their passports would be immediately confiscated, and they would become nothing more than money-making tools with no human rights whatsoever.

...

Inside the factory.

The air was thick with the smell of rust, sour sweat, and a sickening scent of blood.

Glaring incandescent lights hung from the high steel-structured roof, illuminating everything below in a deathly pale light.

These Pigletss were locked up one by one in this large, poorly conditioned place that resembled a factory workshop.

The environment was wretched to the extreme.

The floor was covered in mud and unknown stains; there were no windows around, only several large exhaust fans making a dull whirring sound.

And in one area of the factory.

It was the most terrifying part of this purgatory.

There stood rows of rusted iron cages welded with thick steel bars.

Some Pigletss, because they were disobedient or failed to meet the high fraud quotas set by the park, had been beaten half to death and locked directly in the iron cages.

The people locked in the cages were covered in bruises and whip marks.

Some even had their clothes shredded by lashes, their wounds exposed to the damp, dirty air and emitting a stench of rot.

They curled up in corners, their eyes vacant, lacking even the strength to groan.

...

This wasn't even the most horrific part.

On a specially made iron chair not far from the cages.

Several armed guards wearing black vests and with fleshy faces were surrounding a young man who was tightly bound.

Then, there was a Piglets having his fingernails pulled out.

One guard held a pair of industrial pliers stained with dark red blood.

A cruel sneer appeared on the guard's face.

Without the slightest hesitation, the pliers clamped down hard on the young man's finger and yanked outward.

Accompanied by the sound of the nail being ripped from the flesh.

A piercing scream echoed through the factory.

The voice was filled with unbearable pain and despair.

It pierced the eardrums, making the surrounding Pigletss tremble all over, not even daring to lift their heads.

Here.

Electric shocks, water dungeons, beatings.

All sorts of tortures that crossed the line of human decency were on display.

These abusers used the most primitive and barbaric methods to destroy the victims' psychological defenses, turning them into money-making machines that only knew how to obey orders.

The entire factory was like an independent kingdom completely out of touch with modern civilization.

Filled with endless evil and despair.