Poverty makes me capable of anything.

"Stop messing around, call your branch manager out here."

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With just a slight lift of her index finger, the receptionist was horrified to find that the giant egg's door had closed, the lights in the lobby had turned off, and all the hidden weapons inside the giant egg had rolled to the ground at the same time.

They are outlaws you can't mess with!

Are robbers' appearances this deceptive these days? She quickly contacted the branch manager.

Anran and Ella leaned leisurely against the counter. If she hadn't wanted to use the manager's identity, she would have done it herself long ago.

The waves of guards who rushed over found their weapons melting halfway there. Before they could recover from their shock, other electronic or mechanical devices they were wearing also stopped working.

"How is this going?"

"My goodness, why did it turn out like this?"

"It's a monster!"

"What's so strange about it? You're all so scared over such a trivial matter. It's really embarrassing."

At this moment, the person in charge, unaware of the truth, came down from upstairs, followed by a woman with a beauty mark under her eye.

"Leave this small matter to me; consider it a small gift before we start our cooperation," the woman said.

The person in charge nodded: "In that case, I'll leave it to you, deacon."

An Ran saw a tall woman, completely "opposite" to her, walking towards her from afar. She straightened up and asked, "Are you the person in charge here?"

"Hehe..." The woman sneered, without answering, and suddenly countless silk threads shot out from her hand, heading straight towards An Ran.

Whoosh whoosh—

Dozens of threads pierced An Ran's body in an instant.

"Hahaha, you're now under my control! Become my slave!"

"As expected of a butler, he subdued this stupid woman with ease."

clap clap-

A round of applause rang out in the hall, and the receptionist breathed a sigh of relief as he looked at the row of bio-pulse bombs on the stage.

That was a close call! Luckily, the person in charge quickly averted the danger.

"..."

A bewildered An Ran then noticed the person in charge walking out from behind: "I knew it! How could someone with no identity and a major in mental arts be the person in charge of the Mechanic Guild? Even if someone is depraved, they shouldn't be like this."

After saying that, An Ran tugged on the silk thread, and before the woman could even wipe her smile off, she was sent flying into the air by a punch from An Ran, who had raised her hand.

Boom!

She was completely embedded in the wall, and her chest looked beyond repair.

“I’m here to rob you, so I’m sure you know what to do,” An Ran said.

Boom!

The receptionist covered her mouth and took a step back in terror, but accidentally knocked down a bio-pulse bomb.

"Be careful, if it explodes, you're dead."

Ella, who had bent down to catch the bomb, stood up and solemnly explained the proper procedures for using bombs to the receptionist.

The person in charge immediately knelt down. He didn't dare to look at the deacon's miserable state. The sight of him swaying above his head was terrifying. The guards, whose weapons had already been melted away, shrank back faster than the next one, not daring to show their heads.

An Ran patted the counter: "Hand over all the blueprints and relevant machinery information!"

"You, you, aren't you afraid of retaliation from the Mechanic's Guild?"

"Are you stupid?! If you were afraid of retaliation, who would come and steal it? Hurry up!"

The person in charge was intimidated by An Ran and handed over everything he could get his hands on. He was then used by An Ran as a tool to infiltrate the headquarters of the Mechanic Guild.

Identity verification in progress...

Verification successful!

Let me see!

An Ran smiled excitedly.

The person in charge sat dejectedly against the wall, while Ella curiously observed him.

After a brief moment in the vast ocean of the internet, An Ran soon encountered fierce resistance—no, it wasn't resistance, but rather the arrival of predators!

In less than a second, An Ran realized that she was no match for the opponent. Even with the help of the Ether Domain, she was quickly caught off guard. Her hasty retreat did not shake off the opponent's pursuit. Just as the monitor in the room was about to turn on, An Ran directly stabbed out a sword aura and shattered the monitor.

"Let's go."

Anran called Ella.

In an instant, a metal cage covered them, blocking any possible prying eyes.

Ella and Anran left the giant egg from underground at an extremely fast speed.

A few seconds later, a blue phantom appeared in the room where An Ran had been: "What happened?"

The ghostly figure stared at the person in charge.

"Vice, Vice President!" the person in charge exclaimed in surprise.

"Anran, Anran, was that person very powerful?" Ella asked疑惑地.

"He should be a master-level mechanic."

An Ran was very confident; if she wasn't a grandmaster, it would be impossible for her to be defeated so quickly.

In short, although there was a minor mishap, everything went relatively smoothly.

On the way to rendezvous with the fleet, Anran recorded all the blueprints and basic knowledge she had acquired into the game panel. This was a real windfall, as many previously grayed-out areas were now unlocked. However, it was a pity that blueprints for advanced psionic applications were still lacking.

"There's no other way but to entrust the Star Hunter Guild with this. It would be unwise to provoke the Mechanic Guild at this point."

If you offend someone's master and they lose all sense of shame, then things will get complicated.

In the distance, the undercover mercenary group, unaware that An Ran was not on the fleet, immediately provoked the defending forces before arriving at the battlefield.

"You little brat! You dare come out and hit your grandpa?!"

Chapter 57 I've decided to abandon darkness and embrace the light!

Having spent his life in the underworld, Wilmer is quite adept at swearing; after all, it's practically a required skill.

If you don't pass the required courses, you'll look out of place in that world and lack confidence when trading.

Without confidence, attracting customers is a very difficult task.

Therefore, the technically skilled Wilmer cursed at the other party for almost five minutes straight in the public channel he accessed, without repeating himself.

This infuriated the defenders of the Rein system.

"This is fucking..."

"That son of a bitch!"

If the defending forces can't defeat Wilmer's undercover mercenary group, fine, let them curse, we'll just pretend we didn't hear it and leave the public channel.

The problem now is that the underground mercenary group has been repelled in previous engagements.

Wilmer, who was trying to create an opening, was chased around by the three men. If it weren't for his incredibly tough and resilient build, he would probably have been turned into mincemeat long ago.

"You little brat, since you're looking for death, don't blame me for being impolite!"

After a brief handover, the garrison commanders immediately dispatched a fleet, their goal being to show Wilmer just how formidable the regular army's big birds really were!

"A self-taught smuggler dares to be arrogant in front of us!"

"Once we leave the Selene military industrial zone, I'll immediately put a bounty on your head across the entire star system! Of course, if you die here, then there's no need for that!"

The gaps between planets were quickly filled by a dense fleet of warships.

Looking at the information detected by the detector, Wilmer laughed triumphantly, "My face is indeed a master at attracting hatred! The garrison has come out! It's time to give them a surprise!"

Heloise had nothing to say.

It's not the face that attracts hatred, it's the mouth and shamelessness, right?

Although that's what she thought, she didn't say it out loud. The Time-Space and Underground factions were currently cooperating, and saying it out loud would only damage their relationship and cause trouble for An Ran.

"Check the torpedo array again to make sure there are no problems!"

Heloise then began commanding the various ships, and as she spent more and more time in this position, she became increasingly skilled at it.

No one dared to challenge her.

This is thanks to the fact that the elements of time travel are relatively simple.

None of those who considered themselves more capable than Heloise reached the Master level, and among those who did, Ella was Anran's darling; she listened to everything Anran said.

Juliana was born as the captain of the guard and still holds that position.

Ibn, a former assassin, had a daily wish of taking a vacation, so he could go to small bars and attract girls' attention with his "颓废而迷茫眼眼" (颓废而迷茫眼眼) look.

The last one, An Qianqian, if you expect her, who is only 13 years old and whose mind is full of food, to command the time-space fleet, the time-space fleet will probably disband in a few days.

The torpedo array is ready.

There were no abnormalities in the maintenance of any of the ship's guns.

Each individual gun emplacement is ready.

The fleet that cleared the detectors to create an opportunity for the flank forces to advance covertly has set sail.

"The purpose of this war is not to defeat the enemy. This is just a test. Protecting our own spaceship is the key. Does anyone not understand?" Heloise looked around at the blue phantom that appeared in the war room.

Apart from the idle Ibn, everyone else, whether NPCs or players, wore solemn expressions and kept replaying the spirit of the meeting in their minds.

"It seems no one has any objections. Very good. Then, let the operation begin!"

"Ibn, we're counting on you this time!"

After everyone else had left, Heloise looked at Iben with expectant eyes.