21: Arrogant laughter

Assets were quickly seized, account funds were immediately frozen, and everything was forcibly transferred to the 316 Military Factory.

Tang Ziwei calculated carefully, this operation not only didn't cost the factory a single cent, but instead earned them over twenty pieces of equipment, truly a huge profit.

Xu Ning had already assigned Old Wei and Wang Shuo to closely monitor the equipment needed in the workshop, so the treasures from those bankrupt factories were easily acquired by them at low prices.

"Xiao Chen, can you finish the tank module over there today? This is the last set." Xu Ning asked.

Xiao Chen climbed out from inside the tank and responded confidently, "Factory Director Xu, no problem! Before the sun sets, I guarantee I can get it done."

"Very good! After you finish, I'll take you to the shooting range to practice driving the tank!" Xu Ning said with a smile, patting his shoulder.

Nowadays, Xu Ning's relationship with the entire experimental team was like brothers, they no longer called him Factory Director but affectionately called him Factory Director Xu.

The exciting scene of testing the QLU90 Sniper Grenade Launcher at the shooting range last time was still vivid in their minds, and now a new achievement was about to be displayed, how could it not stir their hearts?

Although night was about to fall and it was well past working hours, everyone in the temporary laboratory chose to stay.

They were all looking forward to the unveiling of the newly built tank, eager to witness the shocking scene of it firing its first shot.

"Factory Director Xu, what should we name the tank we built?" Team member Liu Wentao asked curiously.

"How about calling it 'BH90 Main Battle Tank'?" Xu Ning suggested.

"BH? Longhai? This name is truly great!" The other team members applauded in agreement.

"Factory Director Xu, it's finished!" Xiao Chen jumped out of the tank's driver's seat excitedly.

"Well done! Wang Shuo, get in the tank, let's go test the cannon!" Xu Ning praised.

This BH90 Main Battle Tank was Xu Ning's painstaking work, capable of seating three people and equipped with a 360-degree panoramic display screen.

It was equipped with a 125mm high-pressure smoothbore gun, with a rate of fire up to 8 rounds per minute, and featured an automatic loading function.

In terms of auxiliary weapons, it was equipped with a QJC88 type 12.7mm anti-aircraft machine gun, with 300 rounds of ammunition, capable of striking aerial targets up to 1.5 kilometers away.

In addition, there was an 86 type 7.62mm coaxial machine gun, using a remote-controlled electric firing method, with 2000 rounds of ammunition, and equipped with an advanced fire control system.

This was simply a masterpiece of powerful firepower.

Everyone was full of anticipation for its power, after all, what they had previously manufactured were firearms and ammunition, while a tank was a completely new attempt.

The 316 Military Factory's shooting range was located on the southern edge of the old factory area.

Due to the factory's past decline, the shooting range had been unmanaged for a long time, and it was still a desolate scene, with uneven ground and overgrown weeds.

In the sparse woods on the west side of the shooting range, a group of people were hiding in a large dirt pit.

They huddled together, carefully avoiding being discovered.

"Qin Liang, is what you're saying reliable?"

"This is a military factory, we're risking our lives with you here!" one person asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, look, this military factory doesn't even have a single sentry.

If I wasn't sure it was safe here, why would I bring you here to earn this money?" Qin Liang explained.

"I've scouted this place several times, usually no one comes here," he added.

"When it gets dark, we'll sneak into the finance office under the cover of night, and then we'll be rich!" Qin Liang said excitedly.

He glanced at the weapons in his companions' hands—watermelon knives, hunting rifles, and some even carried homemade cannons.

"Besides, even if we're discovered, there are just some workers inside.

Are the things in your hands just for show?" Qin Liang continued to incite them.

"But this is military factory territory, they definitely have guns inside," someone whispered softly.

Lao Mo, the leader of the desperadoes, hearing this, curled the corner of his mouth and sneered, "Among us, whose hands aren't stained with blood debts?"

You talk about guns, do those who have killed taste the same as those who haven't?"

His eyes flashed with disdain, "They are, at most, lambs in a pen waiting to be slaughtered.

We, on the other hand, are the true wolves of the grassland, understand?"

"That's right, they probably can't even kill a chicken with effort, we can scare the living daylights out of them with just one shot," another person echoed.

"Hahahahaha..." A burst of arrogant laughter erupted from the group.

And Qin Liang silently recalled the factory map he had bought at a high price earlier, calculating his next moves in his mind.

He silently repeated the location of the Factory Director's office in his mind, his eyes as cold and hard as a frozen lake.

Now, his property was completely confiscated, his accounts were firmly frozen, he was penniless, and completely in a predicament.

Facing the double compensation of fifty million, he felt unable to bear it.

In this era, the value of fifty million was comparable to an astronomical figure, while his total assets combined were only twenty million.

How could he bear such compensation!

The source of all this was that military factory located in Longhai.

Their methods were cunning and ruthless; they clearly bought problematic machines, yet they bit back and demanded he continue supplying goods.

Their calculations were truly too precise; since they had pushed him into desperation, he would definitely not let them off easy either.

The seed of hatred took root and sprouted in his heart, and when he realized that the factory had no troops stationed there, his determination for revenge became like a raging fire, difficult to suppress.

Even if he died, he would drag that Factory Director down to hell with him!

Using his past connections, he contacted a group of desperadoes.

Under the temptation of his hefty sum, these desperadoes agreed to his plan, and thus, today's operation quietly began.

He had already found out that the Factory Director of this factory had not left the factory recently.

Since that was the case, the Factory Director must be sleeping peacefully in his office at this moment.

This time, he vowed to make that Factory Director pay for the blood debt.

The setting sun gradually descended, and the surroundings were quiet, with seemingly no one around.

The desperadoes, whose nerves were originally tense, gradually relaxed and began chatting and bragging.

"I heard this military factory hired quite a few people, looks like we can make a killing this time!"

"More than that, this is a military factory, maybe we can get new equipment this time and throw away all that scrap metal!"

"Killing people will be easier then, maybe we can even exchange a few blows with the Police."

"That's right, things have been too tight lately.

After this is over, let's go kill two Police together to vent."

"That female Police officer we met last time was really pretty, hehe."

"Hehe, call me along then!"

As everyone was chatting happily, suddenly, they felt the ground beneath their feet begin to tremble.

"Do you guys feel like there's an earthquake?"

"Yeah, I feel it too, is it really an earthquake?"