Chapter 98 Hideout

There are familiar concentration symbols on the paper, as well as formulas for calculating material strength.

Clayton was sure the Gray Hats were preparing some kind of explosive, whale oil, black powder, or something else.

In short, they were planning an explosion. Fortunately, the scale of the explosion was not very large and was within his acceptable level - the power could probably destroy half of the second floor of the rusty silver coin.

Okay, is he really that big?

After taking over his property, Clayton suddenly couldn't accept it anymore.

But what is certain is that the Gray Hat Gang's plan has nothing to do with his house.

Clayton had learned some calculation methods for blasting, and the calculation formula left on this scratch paper was not for blasting operations on buildings.

There is a string of data on the paper that is particularly strange. It is listed separately and is not included in the formulas. It only serves as a reminder.

Clayton has not seen similar data, but guesses that it is probably related to the environment of the explosion, either the depth or the strength of the material in the blast area.

While waiting, the sound of the handloom operating in the workshop next door made him unable to calm down. It was like the sound of a third-rate bard playing a broken harp. He couldn't stay here for five minutes.

And workers have to endure more than ten hours a day here.

"I don't quite understand this number. If so much whale oil was burned, the fire that day should not be so easy to put out."

Do the benefits of their scheme outweigh the risks of stealing whale oil? This is an important question.

The cause of the accident is said to be that some workers were dissatisfied with their pay, and then had a physical conflict with another group of workers who had no such concerns.

The owl's head is larger than that of an ordinary person, but its expression is vivid. If Clayton were a worker, he would definitely be suspicious, and even if it didn't work, he would spread rumors.

Urban areas are different from war zones. Even small explosions can cause huge disturbances.

The foreman shivered slightly: "They have been sent back to the original factory for repair."

He remembered where the Gray Hats might have gotten the explosives.

The location of the bunker must be special, otherwise others can just go around it.

The foreman wiped his forehead with an ugly expression: "No, sir, I thought it was just a trivial matter."

The Tauntons have no need for the area occupied by Dorne. All the purpose of fighting is to make them bleed as much as possible, and they are about the same.

"Secret? There's no need." Akchi looked at the arrangement of exposed power transmission pipes on the wall outside the control room. He leaned against the wall and tapped the ground with the toe of his leather toe, tapping the rhythm.

Creighton had to interrupt Akzi's toying with employees. He valued whether what he was doing could improve efficiency more than the interests of the Presbyterian Church.

But there are no rumors of chemical theft in the news recently. Where did the Gray Hats get the explosives?

Clayton suddenly raised his head and stared directly into the void in front of him.

"They don't know who I am. I keep telling them that I'm wearing a hood to prevent inhaling the poisonous gas emitted by the generators here."

If it was to rob a bank or a rich man's private vault, Clayton believed that this would meet the actual needs and the positioning of the Gray Hat Gang.

Akzi's attitude gave the foreman a little confidence, and he thought he could still get through it.

Weisongte Weaving Factory does not use electric drive looms, so the consumption of whale oil is not much. It is basically used for lighting, and the average monthly consumption will not have much error.

And they lived up to his expectations, quickly finishing the inventory task and coming out of the warehouse to make a report.

Akzi laughed: "Naive? Maybe. But because the poison gas is real, they have never doubted the authenticity of the headgear."

Even though Akzi always expressed kindness to him, Clayton just couldn't like going back.

In life, finished refined whale oil is quite scarce. Power supply companies will transport electricity to wealthy residents through pipelines. As early as in power plants, the refined whale oil has already been reacted. Only those with sufficient financial resources and self-generated power needs

Only institutions store canned refined whale oil. Such places are usually factories and mansions that cannot cut off power.

"It's terrible."

Akzi held the report in front of his face with one hand and looked at it. He questioned the data above: "Isn't there any part of the damaged whale oil that can be recycled?"

Taking advantage of this moment, Clayton wanted to kill time and asked Akci something that was not easy to say before.

"Where are the recycled industrial cans?" Akzi put down the report and looked at the foreman coldly.

Even the cheapest refined whale oil is not available to ordinary people.

"I swear I didn't know what they were going to do. When they came to me, they only said they were going to use it for private power generation. I thought they were going to build a secret base in the forest."

Clayton frowned at the paper.

He had doubts about his intuition before, but now he got the answer.

"They were not recycled, they were all burned, Mr. Akzi."

Weisungt Weaving Factory.

The lieutenant lifted one side of his coat and showed him his gun: "Stop pretending, I'm the sheriff. The refined whale oil taken by the Gray Hats will be used in crimes, but they are hiding it now. If

If you have any clues about them, it's best to tell them now. Because if their crime caused serious casualties, you, who supplied them with whale oil, would be worthy of hanging. If Mr. Gronier insists on asking you to compensate, we may still

Your body will be sold to the medical school and used as compensation."

"do not do that!"

The foreman led several workers into the warehouse, and Clayton had to wait for a while to know the result.

"They are really naive," he commented.

"How did you get the workers here to accept your appearance and keep it a secret for you? Not to mention the extra pay from the elders. Even if you have money, ordinary people's sense of confidentiality is not that strong." He looked at the owl's face sincerely.

asked.

"To take stock of our whale oil usage, I want to know how the consumption has changed compared to the previous monthly average?"

The whale oil he stole was worth less than fifty pounds, so it wasn't worth his life, no matter how expensive it was.

The foreman showed a very bitter smile. This expression was so obvious that anyone with eyes could see that he had misappropriated this part of the property. However, Akzi seemed not to see anything and was still talking about the handover of affairs.

thing.

The Wessonite Machinery Mill was the property of the Presbyterian Church, and Clayton thought they would have the energy and responsibility to clearly investigate their losses.

The foreman suddenly collapsed. The consequences would be much more serious than going to jail.

Of course, the gang has some energy to obtain so much refined whale oil, but such a profit-making organization must consider the risk of losing money before taking action.

There are very few factors to consider in a flat ground battle, so few that as long as the explosives can explode, it will be considered a success.

"Forty percent of the components of those cans are iron. They will not burn out or deform. They can continue to be put into production with simple repairs. I think the whereabouts of this precious property should not be decided by you. If

Because the interference of the canning replacement frequency affected the work of the motor, resulting in the order not being completed, our losses started at least a hundred pounds. Your position determines that you cannot be responsible for this. So tell me now, before handling this, do you have

Have you reported to anyone?"

"What are you talking about? I have no contact with them."

The foreman looked at him, trying to guess the supervisor's mood from the changes in the "hood". Akzi was the security director, and it was also his responsibility to investigate whether employees had secretly misappropriated factory supplies.

Clayton lost interest in communicating with him and was silent for a while, becoming more patient with the foreman's work.

Clayton looked at him in surprise, not expecting the answer to be like this.

During the fight among the workers, someone caused a fire and burned part of the machinery. Of course, the refined whale oil reserves used for power generation must also have been damaged.

"How much did the Gray Hats give you?"

All explosives are controlled products, and being able to obtain these items shows that the Gray Hat Gang is not a temporary act.

"The workers broke some of the cans before the fire started. Maybe some whale oil seeped into the sand used to put out the fire."

"A gang of some size has established a secret base in the forest. Why do you think it's the forest?" Creighton suddenly realized the important point mid-sentence.

"I will let others count the number of cans. The original factory is also owned by a company invested by Pulitzer Company. They will draw up a work list in the near future. The specific time may be next week. I hope your personal decision-making will be left on it.

Leave a mark. Otherwise someone is going to jail."

"Tsk."

Akzi held his chin (actually the lower part of his beak) and ordered the foreman of the factory. When Clayton found him, he told him all his conjectures. He did not express the slightest doubt about Clayton's conjectures.

Immediately took Clayton to the Weisongt Weaving Factory to take inventory.

This is a problem that does not need to be considered on the colonial battlefield. Few people will build bunkers in the colonies. There are some fortifications in the Laurent area where he served, but they were all built by the Kingdom of Dorne to suppress the natives. The Taunton people

No fortifications were built, and no one used them when they actually fought the Towtons.

"The number of whale oil consumed last month was 81 standard cans. Because of the fire caused by the previous riot, we lost about 16 to 17 additional cans of whale oil last month." The foreman handed the report to Akzi, which said

Daily whale oil consumption details were recorded.

The Wessonte Machinery Factory experienced a riot not long ago, and Clayton read about the accident in the newspaper.

The former employees of the Presbyterian Church were also attacked by Athena in the forest. Is there anything special here?

Before the foreman could speak, Akzi answered for him.

"Because there is an abandoned mine there, which is very suitable for hiding people or hiding stolen goods. I heard that different gangs will use it to hold black markets."

If you want to do something you don't want people in the city to know, the forest outside the city is obviously a good place to go.

I recommend "Chewing the Dragon", a very interesting fairy tale
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