Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The door was very thick; even Ella would need some time to push it down. After calmly tidying herself up, she went to browse the forum.

In all the forums related to Trading Post 1886, posts about Trading Post 3 have now become the main focus. Previous posts discussing humanities, geography, and NPCs have all been pushed down, and there are even several live stream posts, mostly video-based.

Anran found Heloise's presence in one of the posts.

No wonder I didn't see her before; it turns out Dawn left her behind to cover the retreat. Silly girl, haha.

Thanks to the players' tireless efforts, Heloise was slightly injured. Since the injury was on her thigh, her strength would definitely be greatly reduced.

"..."

Even so, we still need to act quickly. Unless the terrain is extremely complex, it is impossible for players to capture Heloise who is trying to escape at this stage.

If Heroine arrives with her entourage later, and Anran is surrounded from both sides, it will be difficult for her to guarantee her safety.

"Crunch, crunch—"

Anran noticed that Ella's body suddenly stopped moving. She used her scouting skill to check and found that Ella had leveled up.

Level 21, Strength 96, Agility 43.

Anran cannot accurately calculate the attribute increases that Ella experiences when she levels up.

Because she levels up by eating metal, the way her attributes are calculated seems to change every time her body composition changes. But in any case, Ella gets far more attribute points per level than a normal player.

"All right."

Ella refocused her attention on the door and continued eating earnestly.

It was only when the first small crater appeared that An Ran realized how sturdy the door really was.

The material itself is sturdy, and the thickness is nearly 20 centimeters. Calling it a door is a stretch; it's basically just a large iron block that's been polished and then stuffed in.

That's impressive.

An Ran's lips twitched. It was a pity that Dawn's plan was good, but he ran into Ella.

"Crunch, crunch—"

After the hole was made, Ella didn't need to pry it open with her hands anymore. She simply stuck her head in, and like a locust swarm, a hole was quickly gnawed into the door, big enough for someone to squeeze through.

"It's alright now." Ella stopped eating.

“Great, we’ll come back after we take care of those people. You can eat whatever you want.” An Ran patted Ella’s head.

Ella squinted her eyes and nodded obediently.

I am coming!

Shrinking her body, An Ran quickly passed through the doorway and immediately dodged to the side. A machine gun on the wall raised its muzzle, trying to pinpoint An Ran's location, but An Ran was too fast. The gun muzzle swayed twice, and just as the mechanical interference enveloped her, Crimson Blade had already destroyed the positioning camera next to her.

"boom!"

Suddenly a sound came from behind her. An Ran's expression changed slightly, her foot slipped, and she turned around and immediately pulled away.

"clatter."

After sliding two steps, An Ran immediately braced herself against the wall to stop herself from falling backward, feeling a little dazed.

There is no doubt that the voice came from Ella.

Because Ella was currently looking at An Ran pitifully with her chin on the ground and her feet hanging over the doorway.

"..."

An Ran walked over expressionlessly and picked up Ella.

“Anran, I…”

"It's alright, it's not a big problem. Just follow behind me."

The road seemed to be quite long, and there was no new world behind the door. An Ran only saw the door's operating mechanism in the recessed area next to her. She didn't do anything, activated the mechanical interference, and quickly caught up.

We've already wasted a lot of time, so we can't let Dawn escape so easily.

There are fewer than ten of them in total, so my chances are very high.

Apart from some machine guns and cameras, the only other thing on both sides of the wall was dim lighting, which shows that Morning Star had really been planning this for a long time.

The only sound in the passage was the footsteps of Anran and Ella running. With plenty of energy, the mechanical interference never stopped.

"Damn, the surveillance footage is gone, and I can't make phone calls either."

A young man wearing a hat frantically pressed his fingers on the screen in the room, but the signal in the upper right corner made him feel powerless time and time again.

"Walkie-talkie, there's another walkie-talkie. We can notify the captain first." He tossed his phone onto the table and turned to grab the walkie-talkie from another table.

But then the door opened.

Although the door was locked from the inside, a sharp blade suddenly pierced through it, instantly severing the lock. Two short, soaking wet girls then walked in from outside.

The young people did not look down on the two girls who walked in.

One of them, dressed in heavy armor, cleaved the door open with a single slash; the other had a strange silver-white arm and didn't look like a pushover who could be defeated by him.

Sure enough, the young man proved this fact the next second.

He was slammed against the wall by the girl who rushed at him, without even having time to react.

Where does this road lead?

“The hangar,” he stammered.

Hangar?

airplane!

I rely on.

An Ran finished off the subdued young man with a single slash and ran away.

"Ella, hurry up and catch up."

If it's a car, that's fine; I can catch up with it by running. But if it's a plane, I can't catch up with it.

Like a raging tornado sweeping through, none of the sentry soldiers it encountered could survive a single round against An Ran.

Anran is fast enough to kill an enemy instantly with a knife, delivering a fatal blow while also avoiding the loud noise of a gunshot.

After walking for almost a kilometer, the narrow passage suddenly widened. An Ran lowered her body and quietly walked towards the "big belly space".

"The plan has been completed, but what should we do next? We're practically out of manpower, and our troops are almost all gone. How can we achieve the organization's goals?"

Two people were talking quietly ahead.

"I really don't understand why the leader trusts those Night Owls so much. Aside from providing some dubious technology, they haven't offered any tangible support. They act like they're the bosses, ordering people around. I bet most of the ideas the leader comes up with were theirs. Sigh, the current leader is something else. If the previous leader were still here..."

"Shh—" The person who spoke first immediately pulled his companion aside, "Be careful what you say, brother, you can't just bring this up."

A bystander chuckled: "Heh, it doesn't matter whether it's mentioned or not. I think Morning Star is probably doomed. Nobody's going to fight the government army through meditation? What's the use of blowing up a trading post? Can it kill all the hundreds of thousands of government troops? No! Not only can it not kill them, it will also completely enrage the government army. In the end, none of us will escape. One shot, two shots, three shots, and we'll all be killed. Haha, haha."

The more he talked, the more agitated he became. Not only his companions, but even An Ran was starting to wonder if he had gone mad.

"Stop talking!"

"Speaking of the leader, I've always suspected that the former leader's sudden worsening of his condition was related to him. Although nothing has been found, that doesn't mean it's unrelated to him..."

"Qu Hua!" his companion called out.

"After all, the person standing behind him is from Night Owl. It would be easy for them to come up with some new poison, right, Bolton?"

The sound stopped abruptly. He saw it; he saw someone emerge from behind his companion.

Anran and Bolton had already seen it, which is why Bolton repeatedly reprimanded them, but it was too late.

The person who walked over had very unique features. His skin was bluish and his ears were round, so he was clearly not a native of the 1886th year.

"Your guess is brilliant!" The blue-skinned man clapped his hands and walked over with a smile.

An Ran quickly patted Ella's shoulder and whispered, "Ella, record this."

"Mmm." Ella nodded; she had a recording function.

Night Owl's men haven't left yet, so it seems Dawn is still here. Anran, who was hesitant about which way to go when she saw the four gates, now knows the route Night Owl's men took.

The level 22 Night Owl low-level liaison is 2 levels higher than the one we killed before.

"What would you think if I told you your guess was true?" the blue-skinned man suddenly asked, lowering his hands.

"What?" Bolton exclaimed in surprise.

Qu Hua, who had seemed to have gone mad just moments before, was now dumbfounded.

"Are you telling the truth?" he asked, stunned.

"How could it be fake?" The blue-skinned man took out a small bottle from his body. "Weight II, taking 10ml will cause internal organs to stiffen. It's a very low-level poison, but this is all I can give you now. It's not easy to find the raw materials in 1886."

Bolton took a step back, his face contorted with rage as he glared at the blue-skinned man: "You want to kill us to silence us?"

"Don't worry, it's not because of that former leader. We just need to conceal our next move, so we need you to die."

"Does that mean the Night Owls can do whatever they want?" Bolton roared.

"Don't underestimate us!" Qu Hua quickly pulled out a pistol.

With the gun pointed at the blue-skinned man's head, he was about to pull the trigger.

"Heh..." A disdainful smile appeared on the blue-skinned man's lips. He let out a soft chuckle, and his figure disappeared from Qu Hua's sight. His outstretched claws looked like they were about to grab Qu Hua.

Murder, of course, requires the unique method of administering poison—

"Uh!"

The scene before the blue-skinned man suddenly blurred, and then he found himself being choked by a slightly disheveled girl wearing a strange pair of glasses.

"Cuckoo-"

It's not coarse.

"Can I borrow this for a bit?" An Ran took the Weight II from the blue-skinned man's hand.

At this moment, Bolton and Qu Hua, who were standing behind him, were a little confused and trembling. Qu Hua's index finger trembled, but he finally pressed the trigger.

"boom!"

"Aha--"

A hoarse sound came from his throat as the blue-skinned man was shot several times in the back.