Because this is the largest steel-producing area among all shelters, almost all of which are occupied by metallurgical plants and forging plants. It is the core of the shelter run by the Carnegie family.
The steel produced by this shelter alone accounts for 20% of the steel needs of a thousand shelters!
The other hundred shelters under the Carnegie family's name make up the remaining 80%.
There is no need for a heating system here, as the hot air from the factories will almost dry people out. The Carnegie Foundation even provides heating to other shelters for this purpose.
A solemn and solemn atmosphere enveloped the place.
All the headlights in the dome were turned on, illuminating the entire shelter, and Carnegie security personnel and military members set up checkpoints on the streets.
In the central high-rise building, Carnegie stood on the fifth floor, hanging up the communication with a gloomy expression.
"Sir!" The assistant on the side was actually a little happy. He said to the endless, neatly stacked warehouse in front of him: "Our warehouse is almost full. There are too many resources sent by other families..."
"What are you happy about!"
"Snapped!"
Mr. Carnegie slapped him in the face and said, "Why are you so happy?"
Looking at the endless, stacked three-story warehouse in front of him, Mr. Carnegie's face was so ugly that he almost shed tears.
But now, these things are huge resources sent by various families under the coercion of thugs, and they are completely hot potatoes!
Mr. Carnegie is eager to send these things back as soon as possible!
Mr. Carnegie waved his hands a little irritably: "There is no need to put it in the warehouse now. Once this matter is settled, quickly send it back to other families."
"Also, give an order to open the tunnel door and notify the tunnel garrison to prepare for a small team to enter. No obstruction is allowed. But don't relax your vigilance and still be prepared for battle."
"Arrange a car and I'll go and meet you."
"I want to see with my own eyes what evidence they can find and who framed me!"
Mr. Carnegie walked out the door with a gloomy face.
He was so depressed that he wanted to curse out loud.
It’s none of my business!
But Mr. Carnegie is not afraid of investigations. Anyway, he has done nothing wrong and is not afraid of ghosts knocking on his door.
evidence?
This is why he allowed the old man to send people in to investigate. Anyway, he had never done anything at all. How could he find evidence against him?
Not long after.
Behind the tunnel gate, there were numerous military formations of the Carnegie Corporation, with 30,000 soldiers armed with live ammunition, all pointing their guns at the closed steel door.
Because this is the core refuge of the Carnegie family and it is rich in steel.
Therefore, the armament of this army is simply staggering, with tens of thousands of heavy artillery and five thousand tanks, blocking the entire tunnel tightly.
Mr. Carnegie stood behind the military formation with a serious face.
"Load the bullets and set the muzzle." Mr. Carnegie said coldly: "Be ready for battle at any time!"
Because he is still not sure whether the old man sent an investigation team or an army to arrest him!
The assistant said: "Here we come."
Carnegie took the tablet and looked at the screen. There was only one military vehicle outside the Steel Gate.
"Huh, it seems I've overthought it." Mr. Carnegie wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Open the tunnel."
"Kakakaka."
Amidst the sound of gear rotation and dry friction, the steel door that closed the tunnel slowly rose. As the gap opened, a military vehicle appeared in the dark tunnel, its headlights dazzling.
"Mr. Carnegie," the investigator in the car smiled and said with a loudspeaker: "There is no need for such a big battle. There are only four of us. We are just here to investigate some things. We don't even have weapons."
"This is our ID. We are a first-level member of the Rockefeller Foundation directly under the old man." He handed the ID to the soldier.
"The situation is tense, please excuse me." Mr. Carnegie took the certificate, looked at it, and waved his hand: "Let them in!"
The military formation moved slowly, and the soldiers made way for a passage.
The dark military vehicle slowly drove past the military formation and entered the steel shelter.
"Let's go and see what evidence they are looking for. I want to know who framed me!" Mr. Carnegie ordered, turned around and got into his car. The modified limousine immediately followed, surrounded by more than a dozen military vehicles.
That investigation vehicle was driving.
All the soldiers along the road saluted, and residents looked curiously at the windows on both sides.
"Weng!"
With the engine roaring, the investigation vehicle drove all the way into the 015 low-end residential area and stopped under a building.
The shunting staff got out of the car, the leader arranged the camera on his chest, and went straight upstairs.
Mr. Carnegie followed behind with a gloomy face. The group walked up to the fifteenth floor, and they were all out of breath.
Low-end residential areas do not have elevators.
The group stopped in Room 02, which is a small shop that sells nutrition blocks and the most basic daily necessities to the poor.
"Mr. Carnegie," the leading investigator turned and smiled: "Do you want to go in with us?"
Carnegie clenched his fists and said coldly: "I want to see who framed me! Don't let me catch you, otherwise..."
"We understand. The old man also said before that you can come together." The leading investigator said this and pointed to the cameras on the chests of the four people: "You don't need to worry about the evidence being tampered with. All the images here will be transmitted in real time.
Go to the computer in front of the old man, and whatever we find, the old man will see."
"Okay." Mr. Carnegie nodded.
The four people took out tools and carefully unlocked the door - in order to avoid a self-destruction device, investigators generally would not use force to break the door.
"Click,"
The door opened.
The four of them looked at each other and walked in cautiously, with their hands on their chests, ready to fight at any time - in order to prevent Carnegie from being distracted, they did not carry guns.
But even with their fighting abilities, as first-level personnel of the consortium, they are enough to deal with some dangers.
The room is not big, except for a small facade filled with nutrient blocks and third-level drinking water in the front, and a warehouse in the back. There are not many goods, but it is filled with floor mats and some scattered papers.
The leading investigator walked around and waved: "There are no personnel. Confirm it is safe and start searching."
The four people immediately started searching in the store. There were no documents in the front store, and they immediately started searching the warehouse in the back.
In the warehouse, scattered papers clearly showed plans for the operation, including a feigned attack on the Rockefeller Building and a storming of the control center.
The handwriting is messy but extremely detailed.
"This should be the living room and conference room of the high-rise." The investigator held the papers on his chest and shook the camera, then handed them to Mr. Carnegie: "You can take a look, this is the action plan."
"This is not evidence that can help me clear my suspicion!" Mr. Carnegie glanced at it casually, threw it on the ground, covered his nose and said: "Look for information about the people behind them!"
It is true that the air in this low-end residential area is too dirty and smelly, with the smell of coal burning in a steel mill. It seems that the air is black with coal, and the walls of the house are dyed black by the air.
It makes Mr. Carnegie feel sick just standing here.
Four investigators immediately began searching.
The goods are normal, they are all nutrient blocks and third-level water.
Until an investigator opened the mattress first, he originally wanted to see if there were any documents hidden under the mattress.
When I reached out and touched it, there was nothing hidden.
But the "bed board" made the investigator's face change!
"This is..." The investigator opened the mattress and saw a huge iron box lid!
The lid of the iron box has the logo of the Carnegie family, and a line of English written on it - "Carnegie Foundation, 0.762*10000".
"The lid of the ammunition box containing 10,000 rounds of 762 bullets!" The investigator suddenly looked at Mr. Carnegie: "This..."
Mr. Carnegie also suddenly froze on the spot, feeling an inexplicable chill.
Why is there a Carnegie Corporation munitions box lid here!
"Mr. Carnegie, are you arming the mob?"
"No!" Carnegie tried to stay calm and gritted his teeth: "This... is just a munitions box lid! Can a lid be used as evidence?"
"Furthermore, this only shows that these are bullets produced by the Carnegie Consortium. Our Carnegie Consortium is responsible for the steel industry. Most of the consortium's military bullets and various light and heavy weapons are produced by us!"
"This doesn't necessarily come from my Carnegie Corporation!"
The old man behind the monitor nodded slightly.
General Mike, who was holding the tablet, looked ugly, nervous and confused.
Each arms box has a number. Every time Mike provides arms to Mu Wanxia, he unloads them on site and then goes back with the boxes to destroy them.
How come someone still leaves a lid secretly?
However, time is tight every time when unloading. Perhaps in the chaos, a lid might have fallen off and someone would take it back and hide it as a bed board.
Mike was extremely happy. Fortunately, he only found one lid, and there was no number on the lid of the ammunition box.
Otherwise, just by looking at the cover of the arms box, you can find out that the arms came from you!
Seeing the investigators starting to search again, Mike was nervous. He knew that even if he really found some evidence, the evidence would find him!
"Can't find it, can't find it..." Mike kept repeating in his mind. He just hoped that Mu Wanxia and the others would not leave any clues.
but.
"Found it!" A searcher opened the cargo box at the bottom and said in surprise: "It's documents! It's all documents!"
The box that was supposed to be the third-grade drinking water was filled with documents!
Mike's whole body felt as if he had fallen into ice.
"Have a look!" The old man urged as he looked at the screen.
Mr. Carnegie also walked over immediately.
The investigator took out a document and saw that it was a list of weapons shipped out of the warehouse!
The regulations are clear and the numbers are so terrifying that it makes your scalp numb.
Such a large amount of arms!
"Look back and see which consortium's warehouse this batch of arms came from!" Mr. Carnegie urged: "I want to see who framed me and who is supporting that organization!"
"Crash."
Paper reacts quickly.
Every pore of General Mike was shrinking, and the hairs all over his body stood on end, but he couldn't figure out how he could leave such important documents outside. Logically speaking, he would transport them personally every time and destroy them with his own hands!
But now it was not the time for Mike to think about this. His whole body began to tremble slightly, as if he saw the impending death!
When the time comes, it will be you who is lying on the operating table!
next moment.
The last piece of paper is turned over.
The four investigators looked shocked.
"How can it be……"
"To be honest, I really didn't expect it!"
"I really believe in him!"
"He performed so well before, how could it be him!"
Mr. Carnegie's pupils shrank suddenly: "How is that possible!"
The old man behind the monitor was also surprised and said: "This..."
General Mike felt cold all over his body, and it became difficult to breathe. But the next moment, his pupils shrank suddenly!
At the end of the warehouse receipt, it was clearly written: "Issued from Warehouse No. 1 of the Carnegie Corporation."
