Don’t raise unruly people in extreme cold weather

Chapter 847

The next morning, the energy tower in the city of Marcel had already been surrounded by the garrison.

At daybreak, the soldiers had already lined up in the cold wind, and the white breath they exhaled condensed into frost in the morning light.

They were wearing heavy winter uniforms and fur-trimmed military caps, and the steam rifles in their hands shone with a cold metallic luster in the morning light.

Everything is prepared according to the highest security standards.

Every street radiating from the energy tower was blocked and guarded by heavily armed soldiers.

Temporary checkpoints were set up at every crossroads, and soldiers were deployed at a density of one post every ten steps and one sentry every five steps, so that not even a mouse could slip through.

The garrison commander personally inspected every post, his hawk-like eyes not missing any details.

When he saw a young soldier shivering slightly in the cold wind, he immediately shouted in a hoarse voice: "Come on, everyone! If anything goes wrong today, all of us will have to go to see the Regent with our heads held high!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers immediately straightened their backs and gripped their weapons tightly, their knuckles turning white from the force.

The huge energy tower is now running at full power, making a low roar.

The metal pipes on the tower's surface glow slightly red due to the high temperature, transporting precious warm air to the surrounding areas.

The white steam spewing from the top of the tower condensed into mist in the cold air, casting a hazy veil over the entire area.

Although this layer of fog added a touch of fantasy to the city, it also caused considerable trouble for security work - the reduced visibility forced the guards to monitor their respective areas more attentively.

Around the tower base, a dozen engineers are conducting routine inspections.

They were wearing thick work clothes, and the wrenches and measuring instruments in their hands sparkled in the morning light.

The chief engineer kept wiping the sweat from his forehead. Despite the cold weather, the high temperature near the core area of ​​the energy tower still made him sweat profusely.

From time to time he looked up at the top of the tower, which was the most important inspection location today.

At this time, Perfect was leaving the hotel.

Before she got on the bus, a garrison officer walked over quickly, his boot heels making crisp sounds on the ground.

"Regent," he reported, straightening his back, "all sentries are in place, and a comprehensive inspection of the energy tower has been completed."

Perfect was wearing a thick black fur cape, and his eyes looked particularly sharp in the morning light. "Have you arranged the secret sentries outside?"

Her voice was calm, almost indifferent.

"As you ordered," Grove replied quickly, "we have deployed guards at twelve commanding heights around the perimeter, and each outpost is equipped with the latest communication equipment and flares."

He paused and added, "In addition, your Steam Knights are already in the standby area and ready to provide support at any time."

Perfect nodded slightly, his eyes sweeping across the energy tower in the distance.

Although everything was going according to plan, she didn't feel any joy in her heart.

If this trap succeeds, it means many lives will be lost; if it fails, the consequences will be equally disastrous.

This dilemma made her mouth tighten into a straight line.

In an abandoned warehouse two blocks away from the energy tower, Jiang Boer was observing the defense deployment outside through the broken window glass. The cold air poured in from the hole, forcing him to wrap his thin coat tightly.

Next to him, the old pharmacist Hans was mixing the last bottle of potion. The purple liquid in the glass bottle glowed strangely, and a few bubbles occasionally appeared.

"They are more cautious than we thought," Jiang Boer whispered, his voice slightly hoarse due to nervousness. "There are checkpoints at every intersection, and there are guards on the roofs. It is almost impossible to get through."

The old pharmacist didn't even raise his head and continued to shake the bottle of medicine in his hand with concentration.

"The tighter the defense, the more likely it is to have blind spots. This is called the darkest place under the lamp." He carefully poured the potion into a special metal container, and a thin layer of frost immediately formed on the surface of the container.

"Remember, the sewer on the west side of the energy tower is where the guards are the most lax. You crawl in from there, and just pour this into the water supply pipe of the energy tower." The old man's wrinkled hands suddenly tightened: "and it will blow up into the sky."

Jiang Boer took the metal container and immediately felt a biting chill penetrating his gloves.

The container vibrated slightly in his hand, as if a raging beast was imprisoned inside.

"Can this thing really destroy the core of the energy tower?" he couldn't help but ask.

"It's not about destroying it," the old pharmacist said with a flash of madness in his eyes, "it's about overloading it! When the imperial regent arrives at the energy tower, the entire city of Marcel will see a gorgeous fireworks display."

As he said this, his cracked lips twisted into a terrifying smile.

At this time, Perfecto's carriage had arrived at the checkpoint near the energy tower.

She did not get out of the car immediately, but observed the surrounding defense situation through the window.

When her eyes swept across the manhole cover beside her, she suddenly asked the officer next to her: "Have you checked everywhere? Including the sewer?"

"We have confirmed that we have checked all the places, and there is absolutely no omission!" The officer answered confidently, but when he noticed that Perfect's eyes were still on the manhole cover, cold sweat immediately oozed from his forehead: "I will send someone to recheck it right away!"

Following an order, several teams of soldiers began to conduct a thorough inspection of the sewers around the energy tower.

They lifted every manhole cover and searched the dark passages with long-pole searchlights.

This commotion caused quite a stir, but it also gave Jiang Boer an opportunity to take advantage of.

With his thin stature, he took advantage of the guards' attention being distracted and slipped into the sewer system through a hidden inspection hole.

The drainage pipe was dark and damp, and Jiang Boer had to curl up and crawl in the narrow space.

He tied the metal container tightly to his chest with a cloth strip, and the cold touch could be felt through the clothes.

The dirty water soaked his pants and boots, and the biting cold made his teeth chatter.

From time to time, the heavy footsteps and shouts of soldiers could be heard from above, and every sound made his heart almost jump out of his chest.

Several times, the beam of the searchlight even shone through the gaps in the drain, illuminating his mud-covered face.

But at this moment there was no choice but to continue crawling forward.

"Hold on a little longer," he said to himself, the faces of Renault and his companions appeared in his mind, "for Renault, for all the dead."

His fingers were stiff from the cold, but he still held tightly to the container on his chest, as if that was the last meaning of his life.

(End of this chapter)