Chapter 426 Li Jiajun's Speechlessness and Hope!

Thud!

Along with a dull thud, the sound suddenly echoed within the office of the Li Family Toy Factory in Baishui City, East Country.

Just moments ago.

Li Jiajun had completely lost his balance.

He couldn't control his center of gravity at all and slid right off that large solid wood desk.

He landed flat on his face with a heavy thud on the smooth tiled floor.

The phone in his hand slid onto the carpet nearby.

This comical scene wasn't because he hadn't sat steadily.

It was all because of the news that had just come from the other end of the phone.

Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, had informed him over the phone in an unquestionable tone.

The other party was about to board a plane.

Furthermore, the destination of that flight was aimed directly at his Li Family Toy Factory.

They didn't even leave him any time to buffer.

...

Taking a sharp breath.

Li Jiajun grimaced, propped himself up with both hands, and climbed up from the floor while rubbing his sore knees.

He walked over and picked up the phone that had fallen on the carpet.

His mind was still processing this sudden travel notification.

Actually, although he had consistently insisted in various video calls and live streams that what he built were purely civilian products.

He also knew in his heart.

Those heavy-duty firefighting toys he had developed, whether they were exoskeletons or armored vehicles.

They were definitely going to be taken away by the authorities.

After all, during a previous call, that dignified old general had already stated it clearly.

Requisitioning was already a set-in-stone fact.

He had long since prepared himself mentally to accept this reality he couldn't resist.

But now.

When he truly knew that Uncle Liu, Liu Jianguo, was already on his way and was even about to take off.

That sense of urgency hit him full in the face.

He still found it a bit hard to accept.

'Isn't this a bit too swift and resolute?'

'Not even giving me a night's time—what's the difference between this and highway robbery?' This thought surfaced in his mind.

Li Jiajun was speechless.

He limped over to the sofa and plopped down.

He picked up the tea on the coffee table, which had long since gone cold, and took a large gulp.

He began to try and give himself a mental massage, attempting to calm this feeling of frustration.

Sitting there, he thought about it.

Then he comforted himself again.

Although those firefighting equipment pieces that had cost him a lot of brain cells couldn't be kept.

At the very least, his Firefighting Modular Pistol was still here.

That was currently a hot-selling item in the live stream room that sold out the second it was listed.

Having this flagship product in hand.

That was enough.

Thinking of this gray plastic pistol, the gloom in his heart finally dissipated a bit.

His face regained that carefree optimism.

...

Rumble.

A dull roll of thunder suddenly exploded in the sky without warning.

This thunder came extremely abruptly.

The originally bright and sunny weather changed its face in an instant.

In just a few breaths.

The clouds outside the window began to roll violently, and large masses of dark clouds surged in from all directions.

Tightly obscuring the sun.

The light outside dropped sharply, and the sky over the entire factory area became somewhat gloomy.

The visibility inside the room also darkened by several degrees.

Hearing the commotion, Li Jiajun looked up.

He glanced at the sudden change in the weather outside and casually grabbed the air conditioner remote on the table to turn up the temperature.

However, he didn't pay much attention to it.

...

Rumble!

Another dull roll of thunder exploded on the horizon.

The massive thunder penetrated the thick concrete walls.

It echoed within this large Sanbianpo training factory filled with blood and despair.

The air was thick with the nauseating smell of rust and sour sweat.

The training leader named Danto, standing at the edge of the corridor.

Hearing the rolling thunder.

This man with a face full of scars subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the gloomy and violent sky outside through the broken vent above the factory.

The gale, mixed with rain, drifted in through the gaps.

Danto quickly withdrew his gaze.

He turned around.

Prepared to continue teaching these "Piglets" a lesson—those who didn't know their place and actually dared to harbor thoughts of resistance.

His gaze crossed the crowd and landed on the entrance of the corridor not far away.

Those two subordinates responsible for doing the dirty work were grabbing the young woman's arms.

Danto looked at them and shook his wrist.

He said in an impatient tone:

"What are you still standing there for? Get on with it."

Having received the leader's approval.

The two subordinates looked at each other, their faces once again wearing those hair-raising, lewd grins.

They didn't care at all about the woman's desperate struggling.

Their rough, large hands suddenly exerted force.

Tugging at the woman's hair and collar, they were about to drag the desperately crying woman away.

They intended to take this woman to the room below to have some fun.

The shrill cries rang out again.

...

These cries were like a knife.

The woman's boyfriend lay in a muddy puddle not far away.

Watching his girlfriend about to be dragged into the demon's den.

His eyes instantly turned blood-red, and the corners of his eyes even bulged with blood vessels.

He gritted his teeth and let out a roar like a trapped beast, wanting to rush over and save her regardless of the consequences.

But.

Reality was incredibly cruel.

He had just struggled to get up and taken half a step.

Another guard nearby, who had been watching him, swung his thick right leg.

A kick landed heavily on his chest.

The massive force sent him flying backward, crashing heavily onto the sewage-covered ground.

He clutched his chest, struggling in pain.

A wheezing breath came from his throat as he spat out mouthfuls of bitter bile, unable to get up again.

...

Taking in this cruel scene.

Danto's mouth twitched, and then the look of triumph on his face deepened.

Holding his gun, he scanned the crowd present.

At this time, those victims who had originally been rallied by the professional boxer and were prepared to fight for their lives.

Every one of them lowered their heads.

Their legs were trembling.

Faced with the black muzzle of the gun and the tragic sight of their compatriot being struck down, the bit of courage they had just mustered had vanished without a trace.

Danto enjoyed this feeling of trampling everyone under his feet.

Then.

He rotated his wrist.

Using the muzzle of that pistol, he pointed steadily at the burly boxer who had led the resistance earlier.

Danto sized up the other party.

He said with a sneer:

"I like this kind of troublemaker. Give him some 'special treatment' for me."

Hearing this casual sentence of judgment.

The boxer, who had been somewhat tough, saw his face instantly turn ashen.

Large beads of cold sweat popped out from his forehead.

They slid frantically down his rugged cheeks.

His legs began to weaken slightly.

Because he had been here for a while, he knew all too well what kind of unimaginable tortures Danto's 'special treatment' entailed.

It was definitely not just a simple beating.

There was a new 'Piglet' who was disobedient and tried to escape.

As a result, after being caught back, he was dragged away by these people for some 'treatment.'

Afterward.

When that 'Piglet' was released, his entire body was covered in lacerated wounds; not a single patch of healthy skin could be found.

The man lay in the sewage in the corner, his wounds severely infected.

Afterward.

The other party screamed in agony for several days.

Finally, in the despair of being ignored, he died from the sheer agony.