What were you doing before the end of the world? Are you going to be an assassin?

Except for Connor, the slaves that 0201 had promised to save were all between 0201 and 0225, and not a single one was left.

0201's aloof expression that showed him superior to other slaves collapsed instantly, and his numb eyes widened as he looked at the guard squad leader who decided their life or death with just one stroke.

Didn't I...have I already made arrangements? Didn't I say that I can continue to screw screws here, without having to find a new job or be pulled into the furnace?

"Sir... is there something wrong? I am 0201!" 0201 stuttered, completely lacking the ease he had among the slaves.

"You...0201." The guard squad leader glanced at the registration form.

"Yes, yes, I am 0201. Your Excellency, you know that the first three times we…"

Bang!

The guard's short stick hit 0201's liver, causing him to go dark and feel dizzy. He almost vomited out half a slice of sandwich he had eaten in the morning. Naturally, 0201 held back what he wanted to say.

"Three times, who else should I pull if not you? I can't squeeze any emotion out of you, but the remaining despair is of high quality. And you want to drag me down with you?" The guard squad leader grabbed 0201's ear and pulled him up, whispering in a voice that only the two of them could hear, and suddenly raised his voice to say to the other slaves, "Look carefully, this is the result of not following the rules!"

"When I speak, you just need to follow my instructions. No questioning allowed!"

"My words are the rules! Take all these people away!"

"No!!!"

0201 struggled to break free from the restraints of the two guards, crawled barefoot to the guard squad leader and the factory director, hugged their boots, and cried with snot and tears:

"Please, my Lords! I...I don't want to be dragged to fill the furnace..."

"shut up!"

"My Lords! I don't want to die yet! I can fill the furnace with one more person!"

"Shut up, shut up, shut up!"

Death? Filling the furnace? Isn't it a new job? The slaves who had no idea about their "new job" were not stupid. If they were just adding fuel to the furnace to boil water, they would definitely not act like this.

The guards' short sticks were already glowing with electricity, and the guard squad leader was even more decisive. He had already taken out the yellow button from his pocket, ready to shock all the slaves present to the ground.

Now that the news of the furnace filling has been leaked, send them all away, leaving no one behind!

As soon as the yellow button came out, all the slaves reflexively shrank back. They had all seen the power of [Punishment].

The factory director watched in silence, while the guard squad leader grinned.

They were just a bunch of degenerate slaves, consumables, and even the consumables were low-quality. If they ran out, they could just be replenished. The last thing the empire lacked was consumables.

The guard squad leader enjoyed this frightening feeling, and his finger moved towards the yellow button little by little.

Outside, he is nothing more than a degenerate consumable, but here he can not only enjoy the same treatment as an imperial citizen, but also have the ability to take and give away these low-level consumables!

This kind of people are generally called traitors.

Swish!

The guard squad leader just felt a gust of wind blowing on his face, and his hands seemed to be cold...

"My...fingers! My fingers!"

The guard squad leader's finger was severed at the root, and the yellow button was picked up by another hand before it even hit the ground.

"Who! Who is it! I will kill you!!!"

The frantic guard never thought that the slaves inside still had the power to resist. The slaves' docile behavior all along made him regard them as a group of weak sheep.

The factory manager looked at the miserable state of the guard and subconsciously took a step back, bumping into his hard chest.

"Guards! Protect me..."

The factory manager wanted the guy behind him who was suspected to be a guard to protect him while he left, and leave the mess to other guards. Anyway, a group of degenerate slaves could not beat these guards who had magic props, so he decided to wait until everything calmed down before "resume production"!

But the usually obedient guards didn't respond.

The factory director's neck turned slowly like rust until he saw a face looking at him.

Below the face is the back of a guard's uniform.

Skill: Screw tightening

Connor's hand pushed the guard's face away and met the factory director's eyes.

Behind him, a team of guards had light red blood lines on their throats.

"Good morning, Director."

Connor smiled brightly and cheerfully, even though there was no sunshine or smiles in the underground factory.

29. Hunting Time

Inside the underground factory, the usually high-handed factory director stumbled toward the passage closest to him—on the other side of the passage were the factory's other four assembly lines and the guards of four work teams.

Each of them has a magic prop in their hand, they will definitely be able to control the thug!

The well-dressed factory manager grabbed the lever and pulled it down. The iron door finally opened slowly, and the factory manager's knees weakened and he fell into a ball and rolled into the passage.

As he expected, the iron door slammed shut after he rolled past, blocking the entrance to the assembly line. Two white marks were rubbed out on the marble floor, and the magic patterns on it were activated by the white marks, triggering the alarm.

The factory director lay on the ground for a while, gasping for breath and thinking: I... am still alive...

That consumable was so scary that more than ten guards he brought with him almost died in an instant. Wasn't he also a degenerate? How did a consumable that had no magic power and couldn't cast magic do it? Could it be that the rumors of assassinating the emperor were true? But why would such a dangerous person be thrown into his small underground factory with less than 500 people including the guards, just like other consumables?

But everything is fine now. With the iron gate blocking the way, everything will be fine... The factory manager breathed a sigh of relief. By the time he took out the spare [Punishment] button, all the consumables on the other side of the iron gate would die and would not be a threat at all.

The factory director plucked up his courage, supported himself against the wall and stood up. He touched his head which was almost exposed to the light. Fortunately, his head was still there.

Trembling, he took out the paper box containing the white sticks from his arms. His fingers were shaking so much that he could not hold the cigarette anymore. Fortunately, the feeling of fingers kneading his head relieved his fear.

Hmm... Holding the paper box in one hand and the small white stick in the other, the factory director licked it heartily. As the smoke came out, he subconsciously shrank his neck in comfort.

Uh-huh?

The factory manager was suddenly stunned when he looked at his hands filled with stuff.

As we all know, people only have two hands when they are not using magic, and the factory manager himself is a degenerate, so he also has only two hands.

So……

top of head...

The factory manager was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and slowly turned his head away.

call……

There is nothing behind...

The factory manager scratched his bald head in relief, it turned out to be just an illusion caused by fear.

He held the small white stick in one hand and pressed his chest with the other to calm himself.

One hand pinched his bald head and helped him gather the few remaining hairs together.

Factory Manager: ...Fuck, I don’t want to play anymore, I want to go home!!!

"Sir, please spare my life..." Thinking of the miserable state of the guards, the frightened and shocked director knelt helplessly on the ground, an unknown liquid seeping out from under his pants and pouring into the black boots that could isolate [Punishment].

"As long as you don't kill me, you will be the factory manager from now on. I can make all these guards obey you! And as for those degenerates, you can punish them however you want!"

"I'm the factory manager?" Connor finally spoke. His voice sounded a little dry and harsh in the dark passage.

Hearing that there seemed to be a chance of recovery, the factory director hurriedly said, "The higher-ups don't care who the factory director is. As long as the factory is running and the furnaces are filled, why would those magic masters come to this godforsaken place? I recruited these guards, and I need to use the magic circle to connect with the outside world, so no one will find out!"

"So... no one will find out."

Connor stared at the factory manager without moving. Under the dim magic light, only his ghostly eyes kept rolling around.

"No, no, no! What I mean is that as long as I'm alive, no one outside will find out! You just need to enjoy yourself up there, and leave the dirty work to me..."

Suddenly, footsteps were heard outside the passage. Those were the guards who rushed over to check the situation after hearing the alarm. They abandoned the assembly lines they were guarding and responded to the alarm as quickly as possible.

"Quick! Punish!"

The factory manager came to his senses and realized that only the guard and the black boots he wore had the function of isolating [Punishment]. As long as he pressed that button, everything would be over!

Pfft!

The factory director felt a piercing pain as his stomach was pierced by a blade that appeared out of nowhere. He fell to the ground and struggled in pain. Then he slowly turned around and stared at the suddenly erupting beast with squinted eyes.

"I'll spare your life for now, but you need to clean the elevator for me later. Don't die."

Connor's speed was so fast that the factory manager could no longer catch up. He could only hear two crisp collision sounds, which seemed to be the sound of some metal object colliding with the marble passage.

Was that the thing that killed all his guards? The factory director looked down and saw blood oozing out of his black uniform. As someone who had stood out in the underground factory and became a manager, he had witnessed this kind of horrible delayed death.

The knife wound was a few centimeters below his sternum. The factory director could feel that his stomach had been pierced. The stomach acid would gradually fill his chest cavity. He could only live for fifteen minutes at most.

Those guards were fine against the defenseless degenerates who had already accepted their fate, but if they were to deal with...

He closed his eyes, the severe pain in his abdomen made his mind confused, with extreme fear and regret.

If I don't come down today, won't nothing happen?

Connor equipped himself with a three-dimensional mobile device and hung silently at the top of the passage under the [Breath Blocking] function.

Just like what was seen in [Eagle Vision], all the guards who arrived focused their attention on the factory director who had fallen in the passage, and no one noticed his existence at all.

Connor first lowered the anchor cable without anyone noticing, then suddenly swung his knife and started killing the guards.

The four guards at the end of the team fell to the ground without even a grunt. They didn't even have time to notice the threat that was right above their heads.

As the attack was launched, the effect of [Breath Blocking] was lifted, and a guard hurriedly pointed the enchanted short stick at Connor, but he was still not faster than Connor's knife. The man's eye socket was pierced by the blade and he fell down with a scream.

Another guard hurriedly raised the short stick, and the magic power stored in the stick gathered into a fireball and shot out.

But in the panic, the fireball fired by the watcher who had not been in battle for a long time happened to pierce the heart of the watcher whose eye socket was pierced, completely ending the life of his teammate.

There were only three guards left to check the situation. With the buffer in front, the squad leader of this team had already pressed the yellow punishment button.

In an instant, the dark passage was illuminated by the emerging magic patterns.

Connor's anchor line had already left the top and was flying towards the three of them due to inertia.

The double blades flew out and stuck straight into the necks of two soldiers, and finally the fist holding the trigger punched the last squad leader hard in the face.

30. It has nothing to do with other people. Really, you have to believe me.

The sound of the fireballs being fired attracted the second group of guards.

Outside the passage, four guards were holding up short sticks. The light shining from the top of the sticks indicated that they could launch attacks composed of magic power at any time.

Connor used his foot to hook up a short stick from the ground. The structure of the short stick was very simple. It was prepared for these guards who could not use magic to bully other degenerates. It could be fired by just pulling the trigger.

Without hesitation, Connor picked up the short stick and fired a shot towards the outside of the passage. From the outside, it was not the fireball that had pierced his companion's heart before, but another kind of purple energy.

The magic missile exploded, blowing away all four guards outside the passage, leaving a charred area with a radius of five meters on the marble floor. The magic pattern on the marble slab quickly lit up, devouring the charred marks, and making the floor smooth again.

Connor then rushed out, and the two anchors shot out from his waist were faster than the guard's reaction. One anchor pierced the cheek of the guard who had just stood up, leaving a bloody hole on his face, and the other anchor brushed past the guard's neck and was nailed to the marble column.

The compressed gas drove the anchor cable back, giving Connor a very high speed. The guard dodged the anchor cable, but failed to dodge Connor's swinging stick, and just one hit broke his knee.

The third guard was lying on the ground, with no time to get up. He raised his short stick in panic and fired at Connor.

【Mind's Eye·False】

Connor just turned around, and the fireball narrowly missed his cheek. Connor pounced on the guard who dared to fight back and pressed his head to the marble floor.

The last guard was desperate, and wanted to raise his hands to surrender or escape. But it was too late to do anything. Connor had swung back around the pillar and pulled out a new knife, slitting his throat without any resistance.

In the final analysis, these guards were nothing more than degenerates who had obtained magic items. The long-term docility of the degenerates in the underground factory had almost made them lose their normal combat capabilities.

Next, the other slaves working on the assembly line only saw a green hooded man shuttling back and forth between the huge pillars supporting the underground factory space, sweeping away all the guards who were left to monitor their work, and by the way, he took off a pair of relatively clean black boots of the right size.

No, not all of them were cleared out, there are still a few left alive.

One was the factory manager who was dying after being stabbed in the stomach, and the other was the foreman of the assembly line where Connor originally worked, who had all ten fingers cut off.

The remaining four guards had not come out from the beginning, hiding in a small room that could monitor the entire factory. They were all frightened by Connor's three-dimensional maneuver and did not dare to show their heads.

There should have been more guards left in the monitoring room, at least ten, but some of them were killed along with the factory director, and four who originally came to the outside of the passage to reinforce were also killed.

After Connor confirmed that they didn't dare to come out, he first used the factory director's face to brush the elevator, and then opened the first closed iron door, which was also the place where he had been tightening the screws for four days.

"0226... Are you still alive?"

0201 looked outside the door in disbelief. The guard's body and the blood flowing out made him afraid to even look Connor in the eye.

"0201, do you have a name? Has anyone ever gone out from here?" Connor asked the same question he asked on the first day.