Poverty makes me capable of anything.

There was also the crisp sound of metal swaying on his body.

Oh, right, what drowned out these sounds was a voice saying, "It's right here."

slam-la-

Five menacing-looking men in military uniforms burst in.

"That's right, it's him."

Then another man wearing a wide-brimmed hat appeared.

He was the person in charge of the shuttle bus.

"No matter who you are, come with us first." The leading soldier walked over with a gun.

pat.

The artist spat out the stick he had been biting and stretched his muscles: "You've finally arrived, a little later than I expected."

"Huh?" The shuttle bus manager looked at the artist with a puzzled expression.

"I don't really like to go through the trouble of collecting intelligence myself; I prefer that others deliver the intelligence to me."

"..."

"What nonsense are you talking about? Stand still, put your hands above your head, and face the wall."

Turn your backside towards the Imperial soldiers?

"This isn't fun; I'm not interested in this kind of thing."

"Say one more word and I'll shoot you dead!" the soldier shouted angrily.

The artist's clenched right fist suddenly snapped open, and with this command that seemed like "smashing a cup as a signal," the five soldiers suddenly found their hands being pulled.

More precisely, the gun he was holding was pulled away.

"What……"

"what!"

The struggle ended before it even began.

The pain in my wrist felt like it was going to cut my hand off.

Five guns flew into the air and turned their muzzles to point at them.

"What the hell is this?" someone exclaimed, backing away in fear.

The shuttle bus manager's eyes widened in disbelief.

It looks like a bulging fish eye.

This child is terrifyingly powerful?

I wish he hadn't come.

The five soldiers and the officer in charge all wanted to turn and run away, but they felt as if their bodies were entangled by countless threads, and that the slightest movement would result in them being cut to pieces.

"It went too smoothly. Maybe it was a path that someone else had paved in advance, and you just followed their design."

"Only after reaching the end did I realize that the road was as twisted as these scrap metal pieces."

The five guns were intertwined and twisted into a tangled mess, then kneaded into a metal rod, finally constricting the bus driver's body and crushing all his bones, yet he couldn't utter a sound.

Sweat rained down.

"Who exactly are you?"

"Finally, I can speak," a soldier asked quickly.

"I am an artist who is good at playing other people; my art is the art of life."

The artist smiled and placed his right hand on the top of a soldier's head.

It devoured, transformed, and then naturally became like him, just like Brother A.

What was a natural artistic performance for him was a source of terror for the other four.

A living person just dissolved away like that.

And from the dissolved "garbage" rose another person who looked exactly the same.

This is a horror story, holy crap.

The artist pulled with his right hand.

The remaining four people developed countless cracks on their bodies in the blink of an eye, as neatly as if they had been cut into pieces of tofu.

Even so, not a single part of his body fell off.

Until the artist, with a new identity, walked out of the alley.

Splash! The floodwaters burst through the dam.

The artist continues to move forward on the path of playing out life.

"I need to contact you about a mission."

"retreat?"

"There is a severe shortage of manpower for guarding the area along the route."

"Many of the guard troops have been transferred to the front line. We just received news that the Qianhexing rebels have launched an attack on the front line."

He took on a new role on the front lines of the warden.

The murder case in the alley also attracted the attention of higher authorities.

"If anything happens while escorting these experts to the shipyard, I'll skin you alive."

"We must not neglect the experts; the equipment in the shipyard must not fall into the hands of the rebels."

"Someone will take over your work soon, and we'll let you know your next task later."

Outside the shipyard, the artist took on another identity: a spaceship manufacturing expert.

The desertion of the guards was also brought to the attention of the higher-ranking officers.

"Investigate thoroughly! Morale must not be allowed to waver at this critical moment."

The artist successfully entered the shipyard.

The massive shipyard is mostly underground, but even so, the buildings above ground are still over 400 meters high and cover an area of ​​tens of kilometers.

The sight of ten large shipyards is truly awe-inspiring.

A fireworks display held here would not ignite a shipyard, but the entire Kuroshio region.

People throughout the region can appreciate his artistic masterpieces.

“Mr. Nick, you seem a little overexcited.”

"Yes, it's hard not to be excited when you see the fruits of the Empire's shipbuilding wisdom."

"Mr. Nick, please rest here for a while. I'll go and gather my men."

"Go ahead and get busy."

The artist said with a smile.

He is not an arrogant or difficult person to talk to.

The officer thought as he turned to leave.

The artist did not act immediately.

Shipyards are indeed dangerous, and even with his strength, the early warning and defense mechanisms are not so easy to escape.

He cleared his mind, wandered around, and peered into the surroundings.

In a small room, a love scene was unfolding.

The tall man and the petite woman were pouring out their hearts to each other, their affection overflowing, making even the artist in the audience sigh with envy at how wonderful youth is and how damn enviable love truly is.

As an artist who has played too many roles to the point of mental breakdown, the collection of memories from being a single person makes him envious, jealous, and longing.

until--

Nonsence!

The love story suddenly turned into an action scene.

Damn!

Just then, the officer who had left earlier arrived with his men.

"Mr. Nick, please guide us on how to dismantle those important pieces of equipment."

"it is good."

I'll deal with you all later!

He led a large group of people to dismantle the dock equipment.

……

"So many small space defense base stations."

In the images fed back by the detector, dozens of huge defense base stations were floating near the blue KR211.

It's not surprising that a shipyard located at the rear has this level of defense.

However, precisely because they were in the rear, they did not expect anyone to launch a surprise attack from the flank.

"Is it finally about to begin?"

Warhammer watched the screen with excitement.

After a long two-day voyage, they finally arrived in the vicinity.

Trigger the mission: [Conquer KR211].

A very ordinary war mission.

The reward is good.

"We're determined to get this first place!"