Dual Transmigration: Starting from being captured and brought to the Hehuan Sect!

The fish-headed man shuddered instantly, immediately looking down at the gun at his waist, then at his fallen comrade opposite him. His expression changed from bewilderment to confusion, and he instinctively took a step back.

"What the hell are you doing, you fishman!"

The treant on the side had already raised its weapon, and the other people carrying goods not far away also quickly drew their weapons and aimed them at the fish-headed man.

"I didn't fire the gun! Someone used my gun to shoot."

The fish-headed man retreated in a panic, pointing his gun wildly with one hand and waving his other hand frantically, his voice urgent, as if he wanted to finish speaking before the gun barrels were fully locked on him.

The tree man did not lower his gun:

"You just touched a gun, we all saw it."

Besides, nobody's even near you, so how could it be someone else?

The fish-headed man stood still, his gaze quickly sweeping around:

"Someone really touched my gun... I could feel it."

Besides, I have no grudge against Squidward, so why would I shoot him?

When he said this, his tone was no longer as fast as before, as if he was trying to persuade the other person with something he himself was not quite sure about.

No one responded, but no one put down their weapons either.

The corridor was quiet for a few moments, with only the low hum of the ventilation system continuing.

After a long while, the tree-man spoke first, his tone slightly calmer than before, but the gun barrel was not completely lowered:

"Alright, fishman!"

"Hand over the gun. Once the matter is investigated, if it's truly not you who fired the shot, King Sally will definitely clear your name."

The fish-headed man shook his head, his expression becoming somewhat excited upon hearing the name Sally:

"No way. Boss would rather kill the innocent than let the guilty go free."

Moreover, this matter is too bizarre; I simply cannot explain it.

Innocent? Do you think I'm a fool?

The tree-man did not respond immediately:

"So what do you want? Do you want to defect? ​​Do you know the consequences?"

The fish-headed man's face turned fierce. A small golden ball appeared in his hand at some point. It was round and smooth, with no interface or button on its surface, yet it was firmly embedded in his palm.

As soon as the ball appeared, the people present almost simultaneously gasped. Some instinctively took a half step back, their eyes glued to the ball, not daring to look away.

"Fishman, calm down."

As the tree-man spoke, he slowly lowered his gun.

"We'll let you go."

The people around them exchanged glances and then put down their weapons one after another.

At this moment, no one questioned the fish-headed man's words anymore.

That small golden ball is a dark matter grenade; if it explodes, everything within a radius of tens of kilometers will turn to ashes!

Seeing that they had all laid down their weapons, the fish-headed man's tone softened slightly:

"Okay, thanks a lot, brothers."

I, a fish-man, will remember this kindness.

As he spoke, he cautiously retreated, maintaining a facing posture with each step, until he disappeared into the shadows after turning the corner of the corridor.

Lin Mo stood a few steps away, remaining invisible, watching the men put down their guns one after another and seeing the fish-headed man leave. He did not make any further moves throughout the entire process.

He noticed that they didn't even glance in his direction once, seemingly unaware that someone was around them.

After all, according to the rules of space immersion devices, a person in that state cannot make direct contact or communication with anyone in this dimension.

The action just now was clearly beyond their understanding of "normal".

Lin Mo did not provoke them further; he had come here to seek wealth.

Lin Mo stopped paying attention to what was happening in the corridor and turned to walk deeper into the warehouse.

As he walked, he began to put the newly replenished shelves back into the space.

The movements weren't fast, but each step cleared out an area, and the passageways that were originally filled with supplies gradually became empty again.

He got a lot of good stuff from the warehouse when he emptied it last time.

Rare metals, special materials, special substances, electronic devices, and components whose uses he cannot directly identify.

These items, once brought back to World One, provided immense assistance to the Mainframe.

Under normal circumstances, for a civilization to leapfrog from its current level to the next level, it needs far more than just technological breakthroughs; more importantly, it needs to rebuild its infrastructure from scratch.

It's like someone taking all the modern technological knowledge back to ancient times. He knows how to build a steam engine, but the prerequisite is that he first needs a steel mill, machine tools, and casting technology that can support precision machining. And these things themselves require more basic equipment and materials to manufacture.

The weaker the foundation, the longer the preparation time, especially for the leap of advanced civilization, which is often measured in decades or even centuries.

However, if you already have a batch of finished equipment, even if it is only a semi-finished product close to the target level, the initial stage of the entire advancement process will be greatly shortened.

But Lin Mo was unaware that as he began to venture deeper into the warehouse, the surveillance system had already captured his movements.

After the last mysterious theft from the warehouse and the unexplained disappearance of the logistics manager, Sally ordered a comprehensive upgrade to the surveillance system of the entire storage area.

New sensors cover the edges of every row of shelves and the seams of the aisles, and the system has been tuned to a more sensitive mode, so any abnormal weight changes will be recorded and reported.

When Lin Mo took the supplies from the first shelf, the monitoring system generated an anomaly record in the background and sent it to Sally simultaneously.

Sally did not immediately order an inspection of the warehouse. Instead, he turned on the surveillance footage, pulled up the live view of that area, and watched it quietly for a while.

"This method doesn't seem like a typical theft."

He sat in his chair, replayed the video several times, and muttered something under his breath.

He noticed the areas that had been emptied.

The shelves seemed to have vanished into thin air; there was no collision, no dragging, and no visible signs of handling.

This level of cleanliness reminded him of the rumors he had heard years ago.

"They're somewhat like those guys in the Kunlun Galaxy who evolved and mutated on their own."

He leaned back in his chair, watching the screen.

"They follow the biotechnology route, relying on nothing external, and they adhere to some kind of idealism..."

The mantra is used for meditation, and one can meditate for years or even centuries, after which one mutates and evolves, and one's body and abilities are enhanced to an epic degree.

I've heard that people in many galaxies are incredibly envious.

He seemed to be talking to himself, or perhaps explaining something to his deputy beside him.

"Your Majesty! Why haven't we heard of other civilizations following this evolutionary path?"

The assistant standing nearby asked in confusion.