mesbooks Chapter 711: 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn't played in the lower ranks for a long time_2
Chapter 711: 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn't played in the lower ranks for a long time_2
Chapter 711: Chapter 233: An Assassination, Leonard Churchill hasn’t played in the lower ranks for a long time_2
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Leonard Churchill approached the factory recruitment notice board.
There were also two men with their hands deep in their pockets, clearly concealing firearms.
Churchill merely glanced at them with the corner of his eye and paid them no more attention.
Such clumsy assassins were not worth his concern.
Instead, he looked at the recruitment notice again.
He had thought he had misheard earlier, but upon seeing the numbers written on the notice, he muttered to himself, “The wages really are quite low...”
He couldn’t figure out why the wages here were so much lower than in Sinless City.
At that moment, Vera Williams, dressed in a princess gown, gracefully made her way to the recruitment sign and said to everyone, “If you are looking for work, the Rose Chamber of Commerce has set up new mechanical factories, imitation workshops, and alchemy plants in Bolton Town. All positions include three meals a day... We currently need about two thousand people, and we will expand production lines later and continue to recruit... Everyone is welcome to take a look.”
The young girl’s appearance was somewhat naive, yet her sincerity easily touched people’s hearts.
Upon hearing this, the refugees cheered.
“My god, is it true? A factory that can accommodate thousands of workers?”
“Oh, I’ve never heard of such high wages at a factory. If I can really earn two hundred bucks a month, I could support my several children on my own...”
“Praise the kind and beautiful Miss Williams. Praise you for saving us...”
“...”
The refugees bowed in gratitude.
However, just then, a gunshot suddenly shattered the peace.
A man in the crowd suddenly sprang up and pulled out his handgun, firing two shots at Vera Williams on the stage with a “bang bang.”
Unfortunately, his marksmanship was too poor to hit the target.
Churchill had initially planned to watch the fight but after a moment, his eyebrows furrowed in concern.
“No high-level guards?”
He too was surprised. With the strength of the Black Gold Trade Union’s Song Family, their guard team shouldn’t be so pitiful.
Was the block-faced Security Squad Leader beside Williams only Second Tier?
Among the remaining six or seven, only two were official card masters, and the rest were Card Disciples.
The group of guards tried to escort their missy back to the safety of Machinery City, but the assassins had predicted this and had blocked all routes back to the city.
The party could only move through the town, seeking cover and retreating while firing back.
Though they were protected by the Second Tier Security Squad Leader for the moment, Williams was not in immediate danger.
But the difference in numbers between the two sides was vast.
It wasn’t long before two more guards were killed in the firefight.
It seemed that Williams was about to face danger amid the chaotic gunfire.
“Is this it?”
Seeing this, Churchill’s brow wrinkled slightly.
It wasn’t that he felt any pressure from the situation, but rather that he found it odd, feeling as though he was witnessing something unreal: How could the guard team be so weak?
But as odd as it seemed, the crisis was real.
The assassins appeared to have calculated Williams’ guarding force in advance, and aside from the dozen gunmen, they also had experts.
Right then, the sound of chugging steam erupted near his ear.
From a nearby building, a one-eyed bald man wearing heavy mechanical armor suddenly appeared.
With a “whoosh,” the steam from the High-pressure Spray Can was released, and a huge Mechanical Flying Claw crashed down like a battering ram “boom” behind the wall where Williams and her companions were taking cover.
Although the Mechanical Flying Claw seemed a bit rudimentary, its power was unmistakably formidable.
The rocks were blasted into a cloud of flying debris and dust the moment the Flying Claw touched the stone wall.