Sato took the note, but the illegible, flamboyant handwriting made him dizzy.
"Translate for me."
The cook took the note, glanced at it, and his face turned deathly pale.
"General Sato, this is in English. The note says they thank us for offering them the great talent of our nation..."
The cook paused for a moment and glanced at Sato.
"Say it, translate it all for me."
Sato gritted his teeth. "Damn it, which country's spy infiltrated us?"
Could it be that the Chinese are deliberately misleading us?
It's normal for them to come and rescue the two researchers. It's possible that they deliberately tried to mislead people because it's against regulations for them to appear on our territory without permission.
The cook didn't delay any longer. "The new medicine is very good. We'll accept it with gratitude. At midnight, fireworks will light up the sky to praise the great kindness of the R country."
Medicine?
No, the Chinese people disdain biological weapons the most, so it's impossible for them to have stolen them. Therefore, it's safe to say that other countries have gotten involved.
It's outrageous that you can kill two birds with one stone without putting in any effort.
What does it mean when fireworks light up the sky?
The next second, Sato was shocked.
"Search the entire factory immediately, focusing on the gunpowder depot, and find the person responsible."
Everyone panicked.
"Report: All the guards at the hidden post are unconscious; not a single one is standing."
"Report: The entire pharmaceutical research base has been emptied."
"Report: All weapons are gone, not a single bullet left."
The person giving the report turned pale, and the listeners broke out in a cold sweat.
What does it mean that there is not a single person standing in the hidden post?
What does it mean to be completely emptied?
What does it mean to not have a single bullet left?
Military supplies were only delivered today; the warehouses should be full.
Sato's legs went weak, so he went to check on things himself.
The place was completely empty. There was no trace of materials, machines, or finished products. Not to mention bullets, even scraps had vanished completely.
All that could be seen were people lying on the ground.
Boom~
Fireworks came, and the earth shook.
It's all over.
"Run! Get to the ground!"
"Take all the brothers out with you."
"Gagaga, Grandma's here to play games. You guys play with me, and I'll reward you with the skill of flying on your feet."
It's in English. Just as expected, they're those scoundrels who want something for nothing. How despicable.
A tank slowly drove in from the entrance to the coast, and a girl's ethereal voice came out. From a distance, the tank was golden, and a large golden horn was mounted on its head, which was extremely dazzling under the lights.
This isn't their cargo; the packaging is too ugly. It's definitely not them. How did they manage to sneak in? Has the port fallen too?
The roof was pushed open from the inside, and a curly-haired boy carried out a machine gun, mounted it, and fired in one smooth motion.
Da da da~~
A generous gift awaits you upon opening the door; you're welcome.
Another curly-haired boy held a bomb in one hand and a rope in the other.
"Run!"
There was nothing they could do; the other side had powerful weapons, while they only had limited ammunition in their wooden guns. They couldn't win.
"Run! Run! Anyone who doesn't run is a little dog! I'm not firing the big cannon, I'm using the small one to give you a chance to run. Do you like it? Are you surprised? Do you love it?"
A fight accompanied by explanations is infuriating, especially since very few people understand it, and even if they do, there's no time to translate.
Ta-da-da~
Bang bang~~
Smoke and dust billowed, and everyone scurried away, heads in their hands.
Some fearless individuals launched hidden weapons, hoping to silently eliminate the curly-haired boy.
The result was a sound of hard objects colliding half a meter away from the person. The boomerang bounced off before it could even touch the person, and it would hit whichever hand it was launched from.
The key is that the dart's return trajectory is crooked and erratic, making it impossible for it to hit the launcher under normal circumstances. Yet, it just happened so unexpectedly, which is terrifying.
Where they couldn't see, the second brother was coiled on the cannon barrel, his big tail wrapped around an iron paddle. Whenever a hidden weapon came, he would paddle it back, returning it exactly as it came from.
The eldest brother lay coiled on the ground, also carrying an iron paddle. When the second brother's hidden weapon wasn't powerful enough to send it flying, it would continue to fly.
Unable to continue, they had no choice but to turn back.
One mountain after another is climbed, and one sprint champion after another is born.
Rumble, boom!
As soon as they ran out, a series of roaring sounds came from the pharmaceutical research base until the entire mountain collapsed, and dust and smoke scattered like flowers from a fairy's shower.
A massive amount of soil fell from the ground, flooding the valley and blocking the passageway beneath the nuclear power plant.
Sizzle, the power supply system is damaged, and a large number of lights go out.
The soldiers' hearts grew cold, like the light that had gone dark.
It's over, it's all over.
It's one thing to let outsiders in because of negligence, but now the factory is destroyed, all military funds have disappeared, and all experimental data has been destroyed. Such a huge loss cannot be compensated by the deaths of all the factory's workers.
Just as they were filled with grief and anger, a light and cheerful melody began to play.
"We are good people, we are good people, we do not kill, we do not kill, we do not kill small animals."
A gold-plated iron turtle with its own amplification function suddenly emerged from the passage.
The mountain in the middle collapsed, blocking the passage, so why can we still pass through?
They all looked like they'd seen a ghost, their hands trembling as they held the guns.
"Who exactly are you?" Sato was both angry and afraid. With such superhuman abilities, which side could you be on?
“I am your grandmother, I am your grandfather, I am your eldest father, I am your youngest father.”
Four voices of different ages, both male and female, sometimes mature, sometimes childlike.
This time, Sato understood. Knowing he couldn't win, he didn't dare to get angry, no matter how humiliating it was. His face was contorted with rage.
"Sir, we have no grudge against each other, why do you want to destroy my factory?"
Sato stood alone under the dim yellow light, facing the iron turtle, looking so small and helpless, which made the kids laugh and wish they could immediately show up to cheer him on.
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