29: If anything goes wrong, I'll just have to kill people!

After Tang Gao gave everyone a chance to catch up on sleep, he collected the pistols and meticulously stripped all the bodies, leaving only naked corpses lying near the main entrance.

Just as Tang Gao finished tidying up and stretched, he heard a commotion from afar, and a group of armed members jogged towards him.

Tang Gao immediately became invisible and hid in the darkness, using his disguise skill to change his appearance and put on the work uniform of the Alchemy factory staff.

When the armed members ran over, their expressions changed drastically: "How did everyone here die?"

"...It should be because of an illusion. We were also affected by an illusion just now."

"Damn it, I don't know what rank of Cultivator it is. Report it quickly!"

Tang Gao, wearing the work uniform, exclaimed in surprise: "The enemy isn't here. Is this a feint to draw us away, intending to blow up the production line?"

The armed team leader was greatly alarmed: "What? Get back to defense! You few stay here and defend!"

The armed team leader was scared out of his wits, turned around, and desperately ran towards the production line. That area was the most crucial, the lifeline of the Alchemy factory.

The others were also terrified, so they quickly ran, fearing that if they were late, the losses would be even more severe.

The group ran very fast, leading Tang Gao to the factory's production line.

Tang Gao looked at the neatly arranged production line in the factory, revealing a satisfied smile. He then concealed his figure, merged into the air, walked to the vicinity of the core machine, and began preparing to put it into his spatial backpack.

It took some time to store such a massive object, but it was not a big problem.

The armed team leader looked at the noisy factory in front of him, where workers were gathered together in a commotion, spreading panic in dismay.

However, no enemy was seen.

The armed team leader's face suddenly darkened: "Who shouted just now for us to come to the factory?"

The team members looked at each other, and cold sweat suddenly broke out on their foreheads.

"Captain, that voice just now didn't sound like one of ours."

Just now, the situation was urgent, and everyone didn't have time to think carefully.

But now that they had leisure, everyone reacted.

The armed team leader's mouth twitched: "Damn it, the one I hate most in my life is Illusion Cultivator!"

"Captain, what do we do now?"

"Report it, what else can we do?"

Suddenly, the workers screamed in panic, "Ghosts! Ghosts! Ghosts!" They began to scatter and flee, not daring to approach the production line at all.

The armed team leader looked over, and his face instantly turned several shades paler: "Damn it! Where's the core machine! Where's our huge core machine!"

All that was left of the original huge, technologically advanced Alchemy core machine, which had a diameter of over ten meters, were a few dark pipes for transporting Materials and flames.

The armed team leader couldn't understand and couldn't help but curse: "Spatial-type!? Damn it!"

This was definitely not a Violent Justice messenger, but a bunch of scoundrels taking advantage of the chaos!

Illusion-type, spatial-type!

Damn it!

Don't wait for the people from above to arrive, or I'll take your dog's life!

Before the armed team leader finished cursing, he saw the production equipment disappearing one after another. He quickly stopped cursing and began to slowly retreat, gasping: "Brothers, tactical retreat."

Moving away a core machine could still be said to be premeditated.

But this was clearly a crime committed on the spot. The enemy's power was beyond their ability to interfere, so it was best to save their lives.

What?

Go up and fight to the death?

How much money do you make a month? Why risk your life?

Aren't those cases at the main entrance realistic enough?

...

The Alchemy factory owner's office was luxuriously decorated.

The owner listened to his subordinate's report and couldn't help but take another deep drag from his cigarette, inhaling deeply and exhaling: "So, an Illusion-type and a Spatial-type Cultivator attacked our factory, and now there's nothing we can do?"

The security team leader's forehead was sweating: "Yes, and the range of that illusion just now covered the entire Alchemy factory. All of us were affected."

Everyone felt as if time had been reset once.

The owner looked at the security team leader wordlessly: "The entire factory?"

They were in big trouble.

The security team leader said helplessly: "Boss, let's retreat. We can't stop what they want to do."

The owner's face was angry, his fists clenched: "Aren't they afraid of our Group's retaliation!?"

The security team leader smiled bitterly: "Now, there's more than one group targeting us. After the fact, who can investigate it clearly?"

Not to mention official organizations like the Guardian Bureau, Tax Bureau, Dan Yao Association, Supervision Bureau, and Drug Administration.

Black market organizations, criminal organizations, and the like have taken advantage of this opportunity to attack the Three-Leaf Clover Group Liang City Branch.

Now, the Three-Leaf Clover Group Liang City Branch is too busy to take care of itself, unable to even wipe its own ass, let alone spare energy for these matters.

Even if this incident is dealt with, the Three-Leaf Clover Group Liang City Branch will be severely weakened. Who would care about a feeble outsider then?

The owner couldn't help but curse: "Damn it, that Violent Justice messenger is truly a busybody!"

If it weren't for that idiot Violent Justice messenger, they wouldn't have attracted so much trouble.

"What busybody?"

Tang Gao pushed open the door, wearing a work uniform and holding a silenced pistol, asking curiously.

The security team leader was furious, pointing at Tang Gao and yelling: "Who let you in? Get out!"

Tang Gao smiled and nodded, closing the door: "Alright, alright."

"Bang!"

The security team leader lay on the floor, his forehead blooming, his hands clasped together, his expression peaceful, sleeping soundly facing the sky.

The owner slowly stood up, raised his hands, trying to remain calm, and softened his tone: "Brother, if you want money, I'll give it to you. As long as you let me go, I can satisfy whatever you want."

Tang Gao's disguise faded, transforming into the appearance of the Violent Justice messenger. He put away his pistol and asked curiously: "What did you just say I was a busybody about?"

The owner swallowed, sweat beading on his forehead, his tone extremely respectful, bowing slightly: "I was saying that you are a chivalrous hero, eliminating violence and bringing peace, eradicating harm for the people. You are truly a great national hero!"

Although the Violent Justice messenger had put away his pistol.

The identity he revealed commanded even more awe.

Within seven steps, a Mortal would surely die in front of a Cultivator.

Tang Gao was too lazy to bother with such a scoundrel's flattery and got straight to the point: "Where's your Magic Mechanical Puppet? I've been looking for it for a long time and haven't found it."

The Alchemy equipment was already in his hands; only this Magic Mechanical Puppet was missing.

Cold sweat poured down the owner's forehead as he realized the terrifying intelligence network of the Violent Justice messenger; even such secret information had been uncovered: "This... this, it's on the third basement level, a Mechanical Clan member that's been imprisoned."

Tang Gao was stunned: "Mechanical Clan?"

I've learned about the Yao Race in books, but what's this Mechanical Clan situation?

The owner explained, on the verge of tears: "All things can become spirits. A Magic Mechanical Puppet became a spirit, and we are studying its structure, hoping to mass-produce it."

Tang Gao nodded, understanding: "Take me there."

The owner swallowed, pointing to the drawer: "Please don't misunderstand, I'm just getting the key, alright?"

"Get it."

The owner put his hand into the drawer, picked up the key, and, bending at the waist, carefully flattered: "Please come this way."

Tang Gao stretched, changed into his work uniform, and said with a chuckle: "Lead the way. It's best if there are no problems, otherwise I'll have to go invisible and figure something out."

The owner deliberately flattered: "Under your supervision, there will absolutely be no problems."

Tang Gao smiled: "Yes, if there are problems, I'll just have to go on a killing spree and kill all of you to complete the infiltration mission."

False infiltration: No one discovers you, you secretly complete the mission, and quietly leave.

True infiltration: You go on a killing spree, eliminate all witnesses, and leave elegantly.

The owner's eyes were filled with dread, his face as white as paper, his voice trembling: "...There will definitely be no problems, sir."