Rekindle the spirit of war

Chapter 45

"Why don't you join the union? It won't do you any harm!" Francis spoke lightly, trying to persuade the leading foreman: "Or, you don't like organizations that are all men? Well, I should have thought of it earlier, but ma'am They are not interested in it. Most of them just want to learn flower arranging and weaving, and a few are still in Miss Fanny’s union. That’s your boss’ daughter.”

"I know, sir," replied the foreman, "thank you for your kindness, but we cannot join. Mr. Vincent said in his speech in the factory that all activities that do not help improve labor efficiency are waste. And, yes , there are no women in the Workers' Union, and it doesn't help marriage and children."

Francis shrugged and said helplessly: "His presentation skills are really effective."

Sean thought there was something odd about this.It was almost the end of get off work time, and these people were still working step by step, with no expression on their faces.He himself is also in the factory, and the workers are still emotional and motivated under heavy pressure.The people here are uniformly docile—not the kind of gentle and easy-going old man, but similar to a mental patient after a successful frontal lobotomy, numb and obedient.Shane was horrified.

They go up to the top.This is the smaller steel plant under Vincent's name, but it can still reflect the tough style of this man.Everything is orderly, cold and ruthless, and the whole factory epitomizes and embodies this rapacious society where the machine is buzzing and running.

Something caught Sean's attention.When passing a certain workshop, he saw metal parts on several assembly lines inside.Sean knew those things; not only did he, but he knew that, with a few more models added, the parts could be assembled into a large-caliber fully automatic repeater.

Like a rolled-up map, the truth gradually unfolds to reveal the whole picture.Vincent is making weapons privately.Each of his factories clandestinely produces a portion of the parts, eventually merging into a real thermal weapon in a factory with an assembly line.

When Sean figured this out, doubts arose: the arsenal was jointly controlled by nobles, and others were strictly prohibited from making weapons privately.That being the case, why did Vincent take the risk to agree to their coming?

When they walked up to the high corridor, the foreman still explained to them in a flat tone how strict the system here is and how great Vincent is, as if the man who severely exploited them was the supreme existence.Sean and Francis are both dumbfounded.

The foreman stopped at a door.The hot air inside overflowed through the iron door. "Why is there no one in the boiler room?" He muttered, "I must tell Mr. Vincent. Although I will be off work soon, I can't be negligent. This person should be fired."

Sean knew how important the boiler was in the factory, so he suggested, "For safety's sake, go find the man first."

"Thank you, sir, I have to find someone." The worker looked to both sides of the road and pointed to the track on the ground: "Can you go into the boiler room and stay for a while? We will use the rail car to transport the goods later. This is the last batch of finished products for today. The road is too narrow to allow people to stand, and I'm afraid you will have to wait for me here."

"Of course, we can't hinder the normal operation of the factory." Francis said with a smile: "But can you provide two fans? It must be too hot in here."

"You are so humorous, sir. We have no cooling measures. Mr. Vincent said that a comfortable environment will reduce work efficiency." The foreman said dumbly, and walked away after opening the door for them.

"It's hot." Francis undid the first button of his shirt.Sean is in better shape than he is, after all he's used to it at the factory. "See? Gun parts are being produced here."

"I see, we've got to get samples, preferably a full set. I knew from my governess that Vincent had a collection of guns and aerial battleships. I stole them and tried to turn him in, but I kept It was a trick. Fanny saved me, and out of gratitude, I finally gave up the plan." Francis stopped. "Don't look at me that way. I know how stupid I am."

"No, you're smart. You must have left the original document."

"Of course, I kept it! I forged a copy and put it back, and I even made a very detailed tracing. But Vincent marked the document with a pen, and I didn't notice it. If it wasn't for Fanny to help me fill it up, And to convince Vincent that he was dazzled, then you will not see me now. I always believed that it was evidence that Vincent made weapons privately, but Fanny was kept in the dark and brainwashed, because this and I'm arguing."

Sean's face turned pale instantly. "If Vincent can fool his daughter, then he won't be fooled. He must have made a note for you in his heart."

Francis shook his head and said to himself: "No. He dismissed many servants that year, and gradually killed them through gray channels. He never doubted me."

"He may not have suspected it before, but now? You have endured for so long and finally entered his factory, and he has also found the real suspect after waiting for a long time." Sean said quickly: "Let's go into the boiler room — This is very strange. Every worker knows how dangerous this place is, and an accident can be fatal."

Sean learned a lot at the factory.While the steam engine drove the development of this country, it also put people in a dangerous situation.Dropping a bolt or adding water to a dry boiler can cause the boiler to explode, and those who fail to escape are bruised or scalded by flying metal debris.It was almost time to get off work now, and if an accident happened, it would be the two of them who would be unlucky.

"You think Vincent wanted us to die unexpectedly in an accident?" Francis said seriously, "It seems like he did something." He rushed to the door and opened it.The rail car transported long steel pipes past the door, and they were temporarily unable to get out.

Metal rubbing sparks and crackling sounds.The sound faded away as the rail car left.At the same time, another voice made Sean's heart skip a beat.He pushed Francis hard against the railing: "Jump!"

Francis complied, but held Sean in his arms the moment he jumped over the railing, and they fell together.At the same time, more serious problems emerged in Sean's mind——

This is the second floor!It is several meters high from below!

A dull explosion sounded, and the steel building shook a few times as if it had been hit hard.The boiler exploded, and the pillars and iron doors in the room were also affected.Large and small metal fragments and broken steel pillars splashed everywhere, carrying a temperature that could scald people.

The air wave pushed the bodies of the two people out, so that they did not fall vertically to the ground, but luckily landed on the container placed on the first floor, and rolled a few times on the metal surface with ridges.

When Sean moved, his back hurt, and the tingling pain spread from the center of the spine to all the limbs.But after all, he stood up smoothly and began to check the injury.At the moment of the explosion just now, a piece of hot metal rubbed against his skin and burned him, and a small piece of skin turned into charred black.This made the back of his left hand a burning pain.But Francis made Sean even more worried, because the other party landed first just now. "How are you?"

"It's not good." Francis touched his left cheek and moaned to the blood on his hand, "My face is stained, how can I continue to make friends with ladies?"

Shane was temporarily relieved. "Anyway, you're not interested in them. It's so quiet, it must be off work." He spoke in a soft voice because he wanted to monitor the surrounding voices.He believes that someone will come to confirm whether he and Francis are dead.Sean lifted his shirt and drew the knife from under it.

Francis got up too, and stood beside Sean.There are two men with guns coming this way, wearing uniforms, not workers.He took a step back and whispered to Sean, "For my sake of protecting you, can you do more? My spine is about to break."

Shane nodded.He had originally planned to do so.The bloody smell from the opponent's body lingered around him.Sean was a little worried, but now is not the time to ask about the injury.He took off his coat, carefully moved a few steps to the side, suddenly unfolded the coat, threw it at the head of one of the people below, and then jumped off himself.

The man in uniform noticed something strange and looked up.A cold light flashed past, piercing his eyes very uncomfortable.He closed his eyes subconsciously, and at this moment, his throat was cut.

Sean landed and looked at the other person.The opponent is still fighting with the coat covering his head.Sean stabbed the man and took the man's gun. "The other one's yours," he called to Francis, and moved forward against the wall.After thinking about it, he turned around and said, "We are together. You are responsible for getting the parts samples, and I am responsible for the enemy."

Francis smiled behind him: "Will you protect me?"

"Yes, if necessary." Sheen paused.The handrail belonging to the stairs appeared before him.This staircase leads underground.

"What the hell is this?" Francis muttered.

The mystery was quickly solved.The steel floor they had walked on earlier parted away to reveal the space below, where rows of wooden boxes full of parts and huge furnaces.Vincent obviously considered the dire consequences of the exposure of privately manufactured weapons, and had already set up a solution.Weapon parts are stored underground, and massive furnaces can melt them down when trouble strikes.

"The people below are probably waiting to melt us down." Sean looked back at Francis.The other party's face was as pale as paper.

"Where did you get hurt?" Sean subconsciously wanted to see the path the two had walked, to see if there was blood on the ground.But Francis came over and gave him a push, and said quickly: "Hurry up. You distract the others, and I'll get the parts."

On the other side, the men are waiting for the target to arrive.

"Our people haven't come back yet. These two deadly bastards must have killed them!"

"Don't worry, there's only two of us. They're dead if they get in here."

Miscalculation.There was only one person who came, and his figure was thinner than them.The guy jumped down the stairs as if there was nothing there, and fired several shots at the same time.Someone immediately fell to the ground, and the living watched in shock at the intruder.

They saw each other clearly.This is a young man, his white shirt is mostly red with splashed blood.He was holding an old but very sharp knife, the silver-white blade dazzled the eyes.

The opponent moved again, his figure was like a ghost, surprisingly fast.At this moment, another person was knocked down, not by a gun—the opponent's gun had been emptied, but by a knife with his throat cut.

"Shoot! Kill him!" Finally someone spoke, but he himself was unable to move as if possessed by a demon.His companion was not much better, the trembling hand deflected the bullet, collided with the steel support and bounced off, making a crisp sound.But they were awakened by the loud gunshots, raised their guns and pulled the triggers.

Sean eventually took out all the enemies, but he was also slightly injured.The bullet grazed his left shoulder, the skin was torn, and blood spattered his face.He called, "Francis, are you done?"

"It's over, thank you 'protection'." Francis found a piece of kraft paper to wrap the parts.He walked towards Sean, but suddenly he held on to the railing next to him, panting heavily.

Sean knew that this was not a good sign.He wanted to go over and ask the other party where the injury was, but Francis spoke first: "I said that if death can stop others from hesitating, then I will die immediately. Now it's time to verify it."

Shane's eyes widened.He saw Francis fall.

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