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"Not even sandwiches anymore?" the girl with pigtails asked, sounding confused. Both were hardworking part-time workers, but Angelina, due to her lack of education, was only a low-to-mid-level employee, unlike Xuezhi who had risen to the position of finance minister. [Xuezhi is an expert, while Jie-ge is a high school dropout.]

"All that's left is the most basic canned meat sandwich, do you want one?" The waiter was also in a dilemma, because once the shipping route opened, the influx of a large amount of supplies and personnel had indeed exceeded the capacity in the short term.

"Well, that's fine too." It's better than going to submit the materials hungry and then eating cold compressed biscuits in the car.

"You're also a delivery person?" Exusiai looked at Angelina's worried face. The latter shook her head. "No, I'm here to deliver logistics orders." She was there to deliver documents and materials, and then she needed to escort the next batch of goods. "After that, I need to deliver another batch of goods to the front-line exploration camp."

"That seems to be similar to our order. Should we go together later?" We're all in logistics, and in this kind of polar region, it's always better to stick together. Even Texas, who used to be a lone wolf, has learned to travel in groups now, because the fighting power of the bandits here is on a completely different level from that of Lungmen, not to mention the attacks from monsters like demons and snow crabs.

After suffering a few losses, they have naturally learned to stick together and act as a group instead of running transport alone. Of course, this only applies to polar regions. When entering inland areas, they still run their own routes.

"Who is Texas? Penguin Logistics. There's a problem with your shipping documents. Come here for a moment." A clerk, covered in sweat, rushed in waving documents. Texas and Exusiai exchanged a glance, shrugged, and could only follow.

The problems with the invoices and the goods were something they couldn't ignore.

"What's the problem?"

"Your shipment includes 200 cans of biofuel and some machinery, so where's the oil?"

"Isn't everything here?" Exusiai checked the opened cargo box. The mechanical equipment on the outside had been pulled out, and inside were oil tanks that looked like oxygen cylinders.

"The jar is here, but where's the oil inside?"

“Something’s not right, it’s definitely much lighter.” Texas shook the can vigorously, then checked the seal. It was undamaged, so these people shouldn’t have tampered with it. The only explanation is that it was switched during shipment or when the vehicle was changed midway.

"Tsk!" Texas couldn't help but take out a cigarette, glanced at the no-smoking warning on the wall, and then awkwardly put it back. "This job has gone wrong."

"The seals are undamaged, there are no signs of handling, are they all empty?" "They are all empty. Theoretically, there should be 200 cans of biofuel imported from Iberia."

"So, this happened before unloading. Is it possible that the goods were switched during loading in Iberia, and you didn't check?"

"I checked and there was nothing wrong, that's why I put the tag on." Exusiai was a little confused. "Now it's not easy to get away with this." In the logistics industry, the responsibility for the goods being switched always lies with you.

"Pay up." "No money," Texas said, shrugging. "Are you sure there were no problems when it was loaded onto the truck?"

"I'm quite certain that there were no problems when we were loading the truck, but it's hard to say when we're changing trucks."

Because the vehicle change and loading of machinery took place within Ursus, requiring the use of snowmobiles, Exia only checked the seals and did not reconfirm the issue of the fuel tanks inside the cargo box. After all, it would have been troublesome to take out each piece of packed machinery and equipment and then crawl inside to check them, and it could also have created safety hazards.

"Alright, you guys go and rest first. I need to contact the people at the supply depots and transfer stations along the way. Hopefully, we can find the mastermind behind this, otherwise you'll really be losing money." The items entrusted to a third party for transport wouldn't be any classified living creatures. The 200 cans of biofuel are also one of the raw materials used to make the Olympic torch and incendiary bombs. We can just have another batch sent from the rear.

But no matter what, there has to be an explanation for these missing and swapped goods, right? "This is really a big problem~" Exusiai and Texas exchanged a glance, their heads starting to ache.

Chapter Thirty-Two: Betrayal

Chapter 32

"Biofuel is missing? Why would something like that be missing?" It's the stuff used to make the Olympic flame glue and incendiary bombs. It's essentially a synthetic fat extract, and when it was discovered that it wasn't necessary to use human fat cells, it was replaced with more readily available pig fat cells.

To this end, several farms were specially built at the border base in the rear to produce pig fat cell clusters, which, after processing, become this semi-finished biofuel. It can be used as a raw material for weapons, as well as for various fuels during polar scientific expeditions, but its main purpose is to be processed together with the extract of the petrified sea monster into the Sacred Flame Glue.

"The supplies entrusted to Penguin Logistics totaled two hundred cans, and we are currently investigating the whereabouts of this shipment." The contents themselves are not important; important supplies would not be transported by Penguin Logistics. However, this situation is not good. This time, it was a negligible amount of biofuel that was lost, but who knows what might be lost next time.

What's even stranger is that nobody knows why the other party stole this stuff. It's unprocessed raw material, and unless the other party also has the Sacred Fire formula, there's no point in taking it back except to burn it as kerosene, because it contains excessive phosphorus and can't be used for cooking or making frostbite ointment.

Even using it as fuel requires a special furnace; otherwise, the exhaust gas released from the combustion of phosphorus compounds inside, while not reaching the power of organophosphorus poisons, would certainly be enough to poison the nearest unfortunate person.

"In short, let's investigate first. The results should be available in the next couple of days."

Meanwhile, on the snow-covered plain, two people, completely wrapped in coats and protective suits, were silent in front of biofuel tanks. "Why are we doing this?" the younger one asked.

"Order"

"Whose orders?"

A silence fell. Ever since the polar exploration began, the atmosphere within the inner guards had become strange. The new inner guards were somewhat better off, but the older ones had fallen into a kind of... "trance".

However, this anomaly was not reported, or perhaps the leader who should have been responsible for reporting was also part of the anomaly. "What are you hiding from me, or from us?"

Inexplicably infiltrating Kosichee territory, inexplicably stealing these fuel canisters and switching them—as the top brass of Ursus intelligence, it wouldn't be difficult to do this against unsuspecting Penguin Logistics and logistics freight stations. The question is: why?

"No, or rather, I don't know," the slightly older guard said after a moment of silence. "Some things are happening, or they may have already happened."

"What's the matter?" the other person pressed.

"I don't know... I..." Her thoughts were shattered into pieces, her memories chaotic and distorted. It was as if she had received an order from someone she couldn't stop, but something seemed off.

“Bring it here….”

"What, bring what?" The young guard was extremely confused. Then, he also felt an irresistible surge of thoughts coming from an unknown place, as if it were a tide that overwhelmed him. When he came to his senses a little more, he was already in the safe house.

The biofuel tanks lay scattered on the ground, completely empty. Gray coats and respirators lay strewn about. There were no traces of their comrades' bodies or any signs of contamination, as if several bodyguards had suddenly vanished.

"What on earth happened?" The young guard stumbled through the gate, only to be met with a burning city and screams of agony. The sky above Saint-Germain Castle was a blood-red blaze, and the sounds of gunfire were deafening. "Foreign invasion! How dare you..."

A burning rage stemming from a sense of duty ignited within him, but the next second, a stabbing headache and tinnitus forced him to kneel down in agony. When he looked up again, the city was peaceful.

Summer breezes swept across the city rooftops as people joyfully celebrated Midsummer's Day. Spectacular floats passed through bustling streets, drawing cheers from the crowds.

Since the war between Ursus and Kazimierz, a large number of nobles have been dealt with, the surplus population has been consumed, and a large number of infected have been wasted on the battlefield. Although most of the plundered wealth has been divided among the royal family and its supporters, some fragments have still fallen into the hands of the lower classes.

More dividends and fewer people to share them—at least in the eyes of the residents of Saint-Jeux Castle—is the foreseeable future after the hard times of the past few years. Residents who have a little extra money during Midsummer's Day are naturally happy to participate in such activities to celebrate the harvest of the coming year and pray that the warm summer will last longer.

"Ah!" The piercing sound waves surged in again like a tidal wave. The summer's splendor was replaced by swirling snowflakes. The city was deathly silent. Ice and snow covered this dead metropolis. The streets were littered with corpses and wreckage. A warship lay across the core area. A sturdy war chariot was torn apart by an unknown creature and stuck in a shop.

There was no sign of movement, and no sound of anyone could be heard. There was only the howling wind, the enormous flesh-and-blood towers that could be seen everywhere in the city, and the groups of silent humanoid monsters walking through the streets.

"Ha~" The guard collapsed in pain. The illusion had finally ended, leaving behind only the cool evening breeze of an ordinary early summer day and the quiet, peaceful city nightscape. Turning his head to look into the safe house, he saw seven or eight unfamiliar companions standing silently in the center, all looking at him. "Don't resist, listen to the voice of your heart."

“Out of control…” After signs of losing control appear, the guards will exile themselves to avoid becoming new demons in the city. The young guard pulled hard on the protective rope on his shoulder, and a “gurgling” sound came from the respirator. A powerful sedative was injected into his body, helping him to regain his rationality and thinking ability as a human being.

"They've all gone out of control, damn it, is it because of these Kazdel creatures?" The guard's scimitar fell into his hand, and he raised his other hand. Black slime seeped out from the gaps and transformed into a spear, thrusting towards the nearest target.

Without resistance or response, he allowed the spear to pierce him, leaving him like an empty shell. "Tear it open, cut it, bite it..." The ravings of a madman echoed in the safe house. No one stopped the young man, allowing him to escape this fallen land.

"I must inform His Majesty..." The young guard stumbled away from the safe house. The pedestrians on the street seemed to pay no attention to him. This was a basic ability of the guards: to interfere with the perception and memory of those nearby, making them ignore the threat that was so close at hand. Therefore, to the rebels and the villages that resisted Ursus rule, the appearance of the guards was so mysterious, like a legendary monster.

“We must…” The guard staggered toward the magnificent vermilion palace, but just then, a scream rang out. Passersby looked up, bewildered, at the brightly lit palace in the distance. A burst of flames erupted from the golden dome, which was full of Ursus style, and the gilded structure crashed down, slamming into the buildings below.

Suddenly, the street seemed to freeze in time; everyone stopped what they were doing, followed by even sharper screams and chaotic crowds. Inside the palace, guards continued firing at the monster across the passage. The old imperial guard, floating in mid-air, raised his hand, and the foremost guard immediately clutched his head and collapsed, peeling off his own face piece by piece.

Gunshots continued to approach as the emperor and his ministers sat facing each other.

"I originally thought the problem would be with the newcomers, but I really didn't expect it."

"Your Majesty, I have said before that we should not place too much trust in these...guards."

"Actually, I had made arrangements a long time ago, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly." The emperor smacked the table with a self-deprecating laugh. The screams and gunshots from outside told him what had happened.

"What do you think their motivation is?"

“It must be related to our recent explorations, the secret that mortals cannot look directly at the gods,” Witt said.

"So, they didn't target Great Yan or Columbia, but instead targeted Ursus? What a weak god," the emperor sneered. Although the other party's tentacles had already reached outside his study, their cowardly nature of bullying the weak and fearing the strong still made people feel ridiculous and bored.

How long until the phase-reversing scrambler is completed?

"Four minutes, Your Majesty"

"Hmm..." The emperor calmly looked at the city outside the window. The anti-phase scrambler was a technology obtained from Kazdel. The other party selflessly shared this complex technology with every country bordering the polar regions. This was the key reason why Great Yan and Ursus had taken notice.

Once the military is no longer a disposable resource, the cost and threat of exploring demonic areas will be reduced by more than half. Otherwise, if everyone has to be replaced after each trip, these plans will have no practical significance.

"Shoot, shoot! Don't let them get any closer!" Three old guards slowly approached. In the guards' eyes, these guards were floating in mid-air, and the black, unidentified substance "Territory" was rolling over the warm red walls like waves.

"Boom boom boom boom!" The 20mm cannon continuously ejected etched shell casings, and bursts of flame shot through the air. The World War gave rise to new technologies and production methods. For example, the price of etched shells has been reduced to less than 1/30 of the original price. Of course, this refers to the ordinary version, while the price of the original etched shells has not fluctuated much but has been squeezed out of the market.

In addition, some of Kazdel's weapons and ammunition, such as electromagnetic ammunition, were also utilized. The propulsion electrothermal gel was sufficient, and the projectile itself was not difficult to manufacture. As for the most difficult part, the firing coil, it was made into a synthetic jade coil, which was driven by Originium Arts. In a sense, it was a new type of gun or a universal gun-shaped staff.

The lead guard raised his hand, and clusters of flames slanted out in front of him, striking the wall. This was the scene as seen by the guards. However, in the surveillance footage, they were not actually firing at the guards at all, but rather at other directions, shattering the wall into pieces.

"Activate the automatic defense system." The Emperor pressed the button expressionlessly. After eliminating the group of guards and heavy gunners, the Rhodes Island-made tactical vehicles that suddenly rushed out from around the corner startled the guards. These vehicles were not affected by the power of the demons.

The machine gun above swept across the passage rapidly, instantly riddling the uniform and armor of the leading guard with bullet holes, from which black viscous fluid oozed. This trauma caused him to kneel on the ground, yet the wounds were healing rapidly.

"Buzz!" Originium particles converged into the palm of the hand, and a ball of flame instantly engulfed the car. However, these cars, which were controlled by simple chips rather than artificial intelligence, still bought enough time. The spire above the palace had entered the final 20 seconds of charging.

"Bang!" The door to the emperor's office was pushed open, and the old imperial guard appeared before his former master. "Bang!" The sacred fire bullet pierced his skull, and flames spread rapidly within his demonic body, leaving only his broken body lying slumped on the ground.

"I am not surprised by your betrayal, but I am surprised by the situation." The emperor pulled down the hammer again, his hand cannon steadily pointing at the remaining silent guards.

"Threat... Eliminate!" More black shadows emerged from beneath the Imperial Guard uniforms. "Bang bang bang!" The remaining seven Sacred Flame Bullets easily shattered these shadows. At the same time, the Emperor pressed the remote control hard.

"..." The guards uttered chaotic and meaningless words. Fear and all sorts of terrible disaster fragments rushed into the emperor's mind in an instant. Even though he was mentally prepared, he still felt a shiver run through his body, as if every inch of his nerves no longer belonged to him.

"Buzz!" The pulse wave swept through, and sobriety and rationality returned, while the guards screamed madly, as if a person was being forcibly stuffed into the body of a demon, their bodies twisting and swelling, and identical faces constantly emerging and disappearing from their chests and backs.

"Click-click-click~" The emperor calmly loaded new ammunition, then fired, one shot at a time, killing these once most loyal guards one by one. "Sorry, rest in peace." He pointed the gun at the last old guard, paused for a moment, then "Bang!"

"Witt, have someone take care of this place, as well as the inner guard safe houses and bases in the city. The anti-phase wave transmission tower can't protect us for long."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" A few days later, at the Sentinel Base, "The Ursus inner guards have rebelled? What does this have to do with us?"

"According to information released by the Ursus government, due to the internal guards being corrupted by demons and turning against them, Ursus has lost thousands of people. Even now, Saint's Keep is still in chaos," Kal'tsit said. "Therefore, Ursus has decided to purchase a large quantity of Sacred Fire ammunition and related weapons from us."

During the clearing of the inner guard stronghold, an entire regiment of Ursus was wiped out, and heavy artillery was used to finish the job. The report that Kal'tsit produced showed a shocking sight of shell craters and charred tents. However, quite a few inner guard members still managed to escape.

Ursus now needs a simple and convenient weapon to solve this problem, and obviously, the Iberian hand cannon produced by Kazdel is a good choice.

"Master Nian, we have a job. 20 sets of hand cannons, similar to the one Talulah ordered before."

"Ha~" Nian yawned. "Why is this kind of thing popular now? Okay, 20 sets, right? I'll go make the molds right now."

"Wake up! 200,000 sets! 200,000 sets!" Ling grabbed her by the corner and shook her hard. Instantly, the latter perked up. "What? 200,000 sets? I'd have to work my whole life to make that!?"

"No need for handcrafting. Get ready and start mass production!" Ling said irritably. The ones Ursus was giving to the guards and cops naturally didn't need the previous gift boxes that required master craftsmanship and intricate carving.

"After that, the orders are expected to be even larger, and the factories in Iberia are already operating at full capacity." This is because the punitive forces trained in Iberia and the newly formed "Night Watch" guard units in various towns also need a large number of hand cannons and sacred fire shells.

In the past, due to production limitations, these weapons were only available to the Inquisitors. Now, however, each officer is equipped with a hand cannon and No. 7 Holy Flame Bullets, so the Inquisition no longer needs to worry about ordinary cops being unable to defeat cultists, fused sea monsters, and terror fish.

While the 7-gauge round is slightly weaker, it can still easily take down a regular Terrorfish in one shot. Not to mention, Kazdel has now developed an upgraded 23mm cluster flare round at the same price, which requires a double-barreled shotgun-like weapon to fire.

According to the court's feedback, this thing is much more useful than a hand cannon at close range. Just load one, aim roughly at Hai Si's body, and fire, and it's gone in one shot.

After that, Lao Xia continued his efforts and developed a super-large caliber single-shot No. 0 Holy Flame shell, similar to a 35mm grenade. When paired with a single-shot hand cannon, it truly had the feel of a "cannon," capable of blasting half a street of terror fish with a single shot.

However, according to user feedback, Saint Carmen believed that it was best not to equip the judges with such a thing without exceptional skills, experience, and a perfect physique, because it took him 3 minutes to pull himself out of the flattened trash can 5 meters away after firing it—due to the recoil, and the force of the explosion almost pulled him in and burned him to a crisp.

To test the weapon, he had to sadly say goodbye to his trench coat and wool scarf, which had been with him for nearly 20 years, only to be set ablaze by the flying flames and almost not be able to escape.

Therefore, the only factory in Kazdel that still has production capacity to supply Ursus is Kazdel's craft factory. "Moreover, don't think it's just a matter of 20 units. If it works well, Ursus is preparing to equip all the police across the country with it, and Da Yan may also equip them with millions of Wuhou units. Colombia may purchase a small batch to imitate it themselves, but to introduce production lines and technology, these companies will definitely sign large orders."

"Alright, alright, I get it," Nian rubbed his head. "If this thing isn't made into an art piece, the production volume shouldn't be too low. Anyway, it doesn't require much technology, and it's only limited to launching torch shells of size 5 or lower." It doesn't even need durable steel; ordinary alloy steel will suffice. The only slightly complicated issues are the coils and contacts.