After the door opened, the staff in the plaid suit held a coffee cup, a folder, and shook the key ring with his right hand and walked in.

The coffee in the paper cup was gently shaken, but he didn't pay attention. He turned around and pressed a button boredly, closed the door, then sat at the computer desk, started playing stand-alone games, and passed the time.

At that moment, Yi Tianxing had already sneaked in and chose a place to hide in the dark.

In addition to a large number of boxes and foam packaging, there is only one computer desk in the arsenal.

In the empty underground warehouse, the sound of mouse clicking echoes, and the sound of cards scattering flowers after winning the cards.

Yi Tianxing suddenly felt very sympathetic to the plaid suit, repeating this boring work day after day, year after year.

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Halfway through, the plaid suit answered a call, but I didn’t know who was on the other end of the phone, but the plaid suit’s tone was very cautious. Finally, the plaid suit asked a question carefully:

"Mike, B Curry has no one on duty at night now, so he needs to arrange it."

I don’t know what was said on the other end of the phone, but the plaid suit laughed, with yellow stains on my teeth. It was obvious that I was the kind of person who drank too much coffee.

"That's true. I guess Hermis wouldn't have thought of coming to me to steal things."

After hanging up the phone, he suddenly stopped laughing, pressed his palm on the microphone and stared blankly. He suddenly looked at the empty arsenal and cursed the four-letter English words starting with the word F dozens of times.

"F...! I manage weapons that can destroy humans, but I can only use coffee to destroy my body!"

He cursed, sat down again, and began to move his right index finger, which was not very agile, and pointed the small cards on the screen.

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Yi Tianxing, who was hidden in the dark, shrugged involuntarily. Hermis is the god of thieves in Greek mythology. He claims that he can't steal anything except human hearts... But it seems that he is more courageous than Hermis at the moment.

The God of Thieves? Humph, I am the God of Fire.

He was very excited. This kind of insult to class in the most severe part of the world and this sense of insult to class made him feel a little inexplicably - it was a pity that he didn't act as a professional agent.

I don’t know how long it took, but after drinking a cup of coffee in the plaid suit, I finally left with the folder in it.

I don’t know if there is a camera lens in the arsenal, Yi Tianxing dared not appear rashly, and sent out a spiritual sense lightly. He quickly swept a piece of it in the huge underground space. After confirming several directions, he felt relieved and crawled out from under a big iron guy with unknown name.

He put his hands on his hips and looked at the huge space.

This arsenal, which is about how many meters deep into the underground, is about tens of meters high, and seems to be larger than ten football fields, and looks extremely empty and grand.

His body looks particularly small in this space.

But he didn't have time to sigh, so he slowly swept through the warehouse and swept through the model codes on the bullet boxes.

Even though he was as bold as him, his fingers could not help but tremble slightly.

Every inconspicuous box here has a Pandora hidden. If something happens to all the boxes here, most of the earth may be destroyed.

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Yi Tianxing took out the famous Mickey small schoolbag from the inside of his black windbreaker, slapped it across his shoulder, and then began to stuff those things into his schoolbag at the same speed as the wind.

His speed must be fast so that he will not leave traces in the camera.

While moving the goods, he exclaimed: "It's really the most powerful country in the world. Good things are all good things."

"What? The hydrogen warhead that was equipped with Hercules back then was also here? My life is so good..."

He doesn't want those vehicles, just warheads.

Otherwise, if he stole a few more interstate missiles, he would probably be able to hold his Mickey brand schoolbag and would be able to spread.

The night is like lacquer, the basement is like a grave, and the small is as easy as a mouse, and it is carrying it hard and hard.

Squeak squeak squeak.
Chapter completed!