Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"You have completed the analysis of the [Ordinary Lighting Lamp] and successfully obtained the blueprint for the [Ordinary Lighting Lamp]!"

The mechanic's blueprint library was shrouded in darkness when the first box finally lit up.

An Ran nodded in satisfaction. Now, as long as she had enough materials, she could easily replicate a lamp.

"Hey, have you seen enough? It's time to continue the story."

After a long silence, calls came from next door again.

Anran looked up at the sky... the ceiling.

Alright, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll tell you a little more. I'll drag this out for six days, and it'll pass quickly. By then, the sea will be wide open for fish to leap and the sky will be high for birds to fly. I'm deliberately not finishing the story, so you'll be miserable if you don't hear the ending.

"The battle in the Asti region has come to an end. The Imperial Army has won, but under Yang's command, it has not been able to completely annihilate the Allied Army."

"Are all the Allied leaders a bunch of idiots?!" the woman next door suddenly exclaimed indignantly.

An Ran said doubtfully, "While it is indeed short-sighted, there's no need for such a big reaction."

"If they weren't so stupid, how could the Imperial Army have possibly won this war?"

“If the Imperial Army loses, this story can’t continue,” An Ran reminded her.

The woman next door persisted in her opinion: "Couldn't we also talk about how Yang hunted down the remnants of the Imperial Army?"

I couldn't have made that up, and no audience would want to watch a story like that.

If the Romance of the Three Kingdoms were portrayed as Cao Cao easily crushing all the other heroes, what would be the point of reading it?

"In short, the empire must die!" the woman next door declared fiercely.

"..."

Is it really okay to get so deeply involved before the story has even begun?

An Ran touched her hair, and just then, the room suddenly shook, and dust fell from above.

earthquake?

An Ran suddenly stood up.

"Oh no, an earthquake's happening! Let me out!"

If there were a real earthquake, we would definitely be crushed to death here.

"boom--"

The room shook again, and this time An Ran even heard a rumbling sound.

"No, I can't die so easily!"

An Ran's strong will to survive was immediately aroused.

Chapter 10: A gentle and delicate appearance, but a cold and ruthless heart.

Anran rolled up the blanket and put it on her head, which would at least prevent her from being hit on the head by falling small stones.

"Boom—"

The sound grew louder and clearer, and the shaking of the room became more and more violent. Anran could tell that the sound was coming from underground.

"Hey, are you alright?"

An Ran asked through the wall.

But there was no response from the other end.

"Could he have been crushed to death?" An Ran muttered to herself.

"boom!"

"Crack!"

A stone suddenly flew out from the side wall. Although the blanket blocked her view, An Ran still saw the stone. She quickly lay down on the ground and was lucky that she wasn't hit.

"Oh no, am I really going to be killed by the earthquake? Don't be so cruel! The promised future big boss hasn't even arrived yet, how can I just die like this?"

An Ran's inner monologue was extremely complicated. She stood up and saw that the newly installed light fixture had been shattered by the rock.

The glass dome shattered and scattered all over the ground.

How miserable.

It's broken again.

"Ring ring ring—"

Just then, a deafening alarm suddenly sounded in the corridor outside, and through the iron bars of the window, one could see red lights flashing incessantly.

"Warning! Warning!"

Despite the cacophony of voices, Anran was able to make out what was being shouted, even as the alarm blared.

When an earthquake strikes, what's the point of being on alert? Just open the door for me!

"Boom—"

Then another loud bang, as if it exploded right next to her. The huge sound caused An Ran to experience tinnitus instantly. She covered her ears and squatted on the ground. The ground shook violently, and debris kept falling onto the blanket. It took a long time for things to calm down.

An Ran struggled to her feet and discovered that the solid wall had cracked several days ago, and the lock on the thick iron door had been shaken open slightly. The once clean room was now covered in dust and stones, looking like a garbage dump.

"The deployment map was tucked in a compartment of the bag, and they took it. It should be in the warehouse now, if I'm not mistaken," An Ran heard the woman in the next room say.

I thought she had died.

"We don't have much time left. Charge out under cover of fire, grab the loot, and leave immediately, or we'll be surrounded." It was a rough male voice.

"Five minutes, quick and decisive!" came another cold male voice.

"It's a pity we don't have heavy weapons, otherwise we wouldn't be in so much trouble."

"Snap—"

"Are you ready?"

"let's go!"

"Come with me."

"boom!"

The voice abruptly stopped, followed by heavy, rapid footsteps. Anran pressed herself against the wall, and less than five seconds later, gunshots suddenly rang out outside.

"Da da da—"

"bump!"

"Ahhh!"

This wasn't an earthquake; it must have been a bomb explosion.

The apocalyptic drama was suddenly transformed into a thrilling police shootout within a police station.

The realism of "Night of the Stars" is frighteningly high.

An Ran never expected the woman next door to be so fierce.

With her back against the wall and her right hand pressed against it, she exerted a little force, and the brick behind her simply fell off.

An Ran quickly turned around and saw a hole in the cracked wall, through which she could see the scene in the next room.

It was also a scene like a garbage dump, but the difference was that a large section of the corner of the room had collapsed, revealing a downward-facing hole. Was that where the group of people crawled out?

An Ran stared at the cave entrance. The broken wall would collapse if she pushed it, allowing her to escape from the enclosed room. But with bullets flying everywhere outside, it was definitely safer to stay inside.

Being a coward for a while is not a big deal, as long as you don't become a coward for life.

Just as An Ran was about to turn around, a dark shadow suddenly flashed before her eyes, followed by a bunch of wide-open eyes that popped out. The sharp eyes were bloodshot and looked very intimidating.

"Holy crap..."

An Ran quickly took a step back.

The person who appeared at the hole in the wall was a scarred face with a stiff expression.

"Click—"

The sound of a bullet being chambered made An Ran's heart skip a beat. Could this guy be a serial killer? As an NPC, she might only have one life. How could she give up so easily here?

"You heard what I just said," Scarface said, his voice surprisingly masculine.

"No, no, no, I didn't hear you," An Ran quickly waved her hand.

Scarface chuckled.

The deployment map is crucial to the organization's next actions, and this information must absolutely not be leaked.

Whether the girl heard it or not, to be on the safe side, she must die.

Scarface raised his foot and kicked the wall. With a whoosh, dust flew up and a large hole appeared in the wall.

He gripped the gun tightly in his right hand and stepped over the low barrier.

With just one bang, a young girl in the prime of her life will perish.

This is sure to be an interesting thing.

Scarface had a smile on his face. What good could someone locked up in a guard cell be? He couldn't resist the thrill of executing evil.

In short, awesome!

However, he didn't intend to shoot the girl immediately; torturing the evil was the only way to truly enjoy himself.

That's right, Scarface is a psychopath.

"Snapped!"

An object flew towards him through the dust, and Scarface's smile froze instantly. But it was too late to dodge. He could only instinctively raise his hand, and a sharp object suddenly slammed into the back of his hand. It was a stone that An Ran had thrown at him.

"hiss--"

Scarface gasped. His hand was cut by a sharp stone, leaving a bloody mess. Fortunately, it was his left hand that was injured, so it didn't affect his ability to use the gun.

Scarface got angry.