After Jesse Pinkman left the Dongshan Military Factory, he did not return to the Dongshan Hotel, but hurried to the suburbs.
At around 9 o'clock that night, military electric trucks parked outside the gate of a suburban warehouse.
Soon, under the command of Jesse Pinkman, boxes of various materials were transported into the warehouse by workers.
When everything was finished, it was already past 10 o'clock at night.
Electric military trucks left one after another, and the workers dispersed.
Jesse Pinkman entered the warehouse and closed the warehouse door. Seeing the materials in front of him, the corners of his mouth involuntarily raised slightly.
In the next moment, he opened the cargo boxes one by one. He just touched inside with his left hand and found that there was nothing in the box.
But soon, he flipped through it with his left hand, and the box was filled with things again, but it was pitch black all around, and he didn't know what they were.
This situation goes on one after another, one box after another.
After another full half hour, the warehouse became quiet.
Jesse Pinkman quietly walked around and used his feet to move away some mud and rocks scattered around the box.
Then, he came to the door and turned on the light, then looked back and smiled.
After going out, he called the two duty officers in the duty room at the gate, pointed to the boxes of goods in the warehouse and said: "Seal the door!
No idlers are allowed to approach!
No one is allowed to enter the warehouse without my order!
Otherwise, if something goes wrong, not only will I take back your salary, but you will also bear the consequences!
Do you understand everything?!"
The two officers on duty, both young and middle-aged men, glanced at the warehouse and nodded vigorously.
"Boss, please rest assured that we will do our best and will never allow anyone to get close to the warehouse."
"Boss, this is the transit warehouse of Dongshan Military Factory. No one dares to take advantage of this place."
"The world is not peaceful, so it's better to be careful." Jesse Pinkman waved his hand, "Okay, you guys close the warehouse door immediately and put the seal on it."
"Yes, boss." The two staff on duty immediately agreed and quickly got busy.
After seeing the two of them finish their work, Jesse Pinkman took out two wads of money, each worth ten thousand, and handed them to the two of them: "Say it again! Watch the warehouse, got it?!"
The two officers on duty clapped their chests with excitement and made some reassurances. Jesse Pinkman nodded, then turned around and left, quickly disappearing into the darkness in the distance.
Dongshan Hotel.
Jesse Pinkman was lying on the large sofa, humming a tune and giggling.
Speaking of which, since experiencing the baptism of the Sealed Land, not only has his realm improved by leaps and bounds, he has directly jumped to the demigod stage, and in the process, the space of the small mole on his palm has also expanded rapidly. How big is the space now?
He couldn't make an accurate judgment, but one obvious fact was that all the supplies worth nearly 2 billion imperial yuan that he obtained from Dongshan Military Factory had been put into it.
Of course, some of the things that were originally placed in the mole on his palm had already been transferred to the space bag hanging on his left waist and abdomen. Otherwise, he would really not be able to let go.
In fact, when Zang Shi asked him to buy 4,000 more rounds of machine-gun shells, he was still very tempted, but the small mole on his palm had limited space, so he had to reluctantly give up.
But now that I think about it, it would be a good thing to give the machine gun, grenade and shotgun the Pinkman name.
If nothing else, at least in this way, we have established a meaningful relationship with Dongshan Military Factory and even other military factories in the empire. If there is a real shortage of military supplies in the future, especially consumables such as machine shells, rifle grenades and shotguns,
, you can add it openly.
As for his identity, it's easy to say.
As a Jingwu practitioner, there is nothing difficult about some small tricks to disturb the mind and hearing and hearing.
Even if Jesse Pinkman's identity really cannot be used, there would be no problem if he, Ye Chong, appears in Jesse Pinkman's place.
In addition, the series of things he did in the suburban warehouse were not for idleness, but to avoid unnecessary trouble.
no way.
With so much military supplies obtained from Dongshan Military Factory, do you really think no one pays attention to this matter?
impossible.
Dongshan Military Factory will pay attention to .gu
Dongshan Prefecture will also pay attention.
The Dongshan Bureau of the Imperial Martial Arts Department will pay more attention.
At the very least, these agencies need to confirm the whereabouts of this batch of military supplies.
If this batch of supplies is really related to the Free Warriors Alliance, then this is a long-term way to catch a big fish.
Speaking of which, the Imperial Martial Arts Department itself attaches great importance to intelligence work and security work, and it is impossible not to be suspicious of Jesse Pinkman who suddenly appeared, carrying rare items, and spending a lot of money.
even……
The first person to doubt him was Liu Mei, whom he had been dating for a long time.
Do you really think she is a nympho?
That was just a disguise to protect her keen insight.
Therefore, Jesse Pinkman knew very well that he must handle the matter well.
Now, except for him, everyone who pays attention to this batch of arms thinks that they are still in the warehouse in the suburbs.
As long as you keep the goods, you are not afraid that the clues will be cut off.
Of course, Jesse Pinkman will also be watched, but if he can escape, the monk cannot escape from the temple, and he is not afraid of being found.
Everything he did in the warehouse was actually sending a signal to the outside world that he attached great importance to this batch of arms.
However……
In reality?
All the arms were in the little mole on his palm at this moment, and what was lying in the cargo box in the warehouse was just the earth and rocks he had prepared in advance.
Just when Jesse Pinkman was complacent about his small success.
Bang!
Bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Rhythmic knocking sounded.
Jesse Pinkman shuddered.
Who could it be knocking on the door so late?
Is there something wrong with his identity?
Or……
Everything he did in the warehouse has been discovered by someone who is interested?
Soon, a ray of consciousness floated out of his head, wandered through the wall, and began to spy on the situation at the door.
As a result, Jesse Pinkman's expression suddenly changed.
Liu Mei.
Dressed up beautifully, she looks like a mature monster.
What was she doing here in the middle of the night?
Jesse Pinkman didn't dare to use the peeping technique for too long, and the spiritual gossamer quietly shrank back.
At this time, Liu Mei lightly knocked on the door and said with a sweet smile: "I know you are in there."
Jesse Pinkman didn't speak and held his breath, but his body was trembling slightly.
Liu Mei coughed lightly: "I saw you come in."
Jesse Pinkman touched his nose, then yawned and came to the door: "Who is it?"
"If you don't open the door..." Liu Mei chuckled, "I will bring people to search for the suspects."