People in DC, every day administrative leave

Chapter 32 032. Don't give a chance
Holding the light machine gun in his hand, Zhang San, who had replaced it with a new ammunition box, pushed open the door and walked into the dim room alone.

After entering, he held a gun in one hand and locked the door behind him with the other hand.

The entire room seemed to have been artificially expanded, and the internal space was much larger than an ordinary room.

And it has the same cave-like setting as the hidden basement of Senator Gough's home.

But this room is more like a computer room.

To the right were several servers with lights on, and a desk facing him had a modified computer motherboard and a screen displaying alien text.

【This is too dark...】

Zhang San really doesn't know how that orangutan works in such an environment. Isn't he afraid of hurting his eyes by staring at the screen for a long time even if he is reluctant to use more lights?

After scanning around, he found no enemy's health bar, which meant that the orangutan was hiding in the dark.

So, Zhang San started to move.

He first cleaned up the server on the right, and at this time Packing Superman played its true function.

In just an instant, a server was wrapped with paper tape, saving the time of unplugging the wires.

In order to be able to hold all the valuable things in the factory, he used 1000 million to expand his space very distressedly before he came.

The original small warehouse has been turned into a large logistics warehouse, and the space inside is large enough to accommodate the entire Granta factory.

He asked Kara to use part of the other 2000 million to try to speculate in stocks. Even if Kara lost all the money, he could still rely on the large warehouse to become a treasure king.

Seeing that there were fewer and fewer things around him, Zhang San became more and more wary of the orangutan hiding in secret.

He emptied all the valuables in the middle and on the right, leaving only a few unlit servers and shelves on the left.

Snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap, snap! ! ! !

The sound of the explosion echoed throughout the room, and Zhang San directly gave up on the server that might be hiding the enemy.

The ferocious stream of bullets tore apart everything in the darkness, and the flash of fire also shot through a gorilla hiding behind the server.

thump!
Although he saw that the orangutan's red blood bar had been emptied by himself and fell down helplessly, he had a good habit.

Clap clap clap clap!

Seeing the fallen orangutan no longer confused, Zhang San opened the door with satisfaction.

"Are you okay?" Harcourt, who was holding a gun, came in and asked him with concern.

However, Zhang San has no time to pay attention to her now, and the scanner he took when he assassinated Senator Goff appeared in his hand again.

After running around in circles and scanning every corner of the factory, he sent the treasure-digging blueprints he obtained to the peace messengers and vigilantes.

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"How many others are following you?"

While packing up, Zhang San asked Mu En a question.

"Now that the butterfly that possessed Tao Fu is dead, you can completely replace her."

Mu En, who was helping Zhang San modify the technical data in front of the computer on the other end of the headset, was silent for a long time, and he replied:
"Others won't listen to me, they already...enjoy the joy of entitlement."

Zhang San didn't stop holding the express box, and he continued to ask: "Are there any compatriots on your mother planet?"

"They're biding their time, the time to take over the entire planet."

Hearing this, Zhang San accelerated the speed of collecting the butterfly food.

These things will be out of print in the future, and there's no telling if Batman can use them to make something weird in the future.

Soon, all the valuable things that could be moved in the entire Grantai factory were packed and taken away by Zhang San and the others.

Including a bunch of trucks parked outside the factory, basically there are only empty factory buildings, some internal pipes that cannot be pried, and corpses all over the place.

On the way back, Zhang San established a chat group and brought everyone in.

"UFO interest group?"

"What the hell name..."

Zhang San explained to them: "Groups with this name are rarely monitored by the FBI, and we can easily share money."

"A penny?"

"Whoever sees it will have a share. When I sell this harvest, I will share it with you."

Zhang San wants to drag them into the water together. It is not a good habit to eat alone.

Besides, if you have money, share it together, and if you have something to do, share it together.

Checking the time, it was around two o'clock in the afternoon. Bruce had probably arrived at his house.

Outside the Valley Villa.

Bruce drove his Mercedes-Benz to this mysterious place again.

The iron gate of the yard opened automatically, and he parked the car inside.

"Mr. Wayne, please come in."

Carla smiled and opened the door to receive him, and handed him a glass of iced lemonade.

Looking around, Bruce didn't find Zhang San in the living room, so he asked in the direction of the kitchen:

"Isn't Zhang San at home?"

Cara, who came over with a few plates of snacks, shook her head and said, "Mr. has something to go out, and he asked me to discuss the content of the transaction."

Bruce nodded, looking at a figure painting on the wall.

There was no such thing when he came here before.

The character in the picture is wearing green armor and standing on a pile of strange corpses with a red sword in his hand...

The background color like the setting sun behind the characters and the broken tall buildings are very in line with the atmosphere of the doomsday, isn't it?
Bruce directly connected this painting with the person behind Zhang San.

He quietly took a picture of the picture, and just after taking the picture, Kara came over with a laptop.

Turning on the computer, Kara signaled Bruce to take a look.

Click on the folder named learning materials, and the technical classification has been done in it.

There are many contents, including not only the spaceship and the transmission technology mentioned by Zhang San, but also the related material manufacturing technology, etc...

These things Bruce can't figure out in a short time, but he brought a helper.

But after he entered this villa, he couldn't see anything from the steel frame in the distance.

Bruce, who had not received any news from Cyborg, discovered this problem. He smiled and said to Kara, who had been waiting for a long time next to him:

"I want it, but we need to change the payment method."

There are many types of uncertain technologies.

Although Bruce couldn't digest them quickly, Zhang San couldn't escape here.

His request is simple, the teleportation technology must be real.

"Prepay 5% of Wayne Group's shares, and take out the remaining 10% after the teleportation technology experiment is successful."

"can."

Kara agreed to this payment method, and Bruce took out the second paper contract prepared in advance.

Shortly after driving away from the villa, Cyborg's communication with him resumed.

"There's something wrong with that house, it's blocking me out."

"I know."

People from other latitudes have more or less personality problems. Bruce thinks that the person behind Zhang San is the kind who doesn't like to show his face.

　Thank you boss for the reward!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)