Mystery: The whole good living master

However, Mu Fange's firepower crushing tactics did not conform to the Amons' principle of survival.

The Amons stood outside the cordon and discussed until night fell. In the end, the radical faction led by the vicious Amons won.

This team, which included Mu Fange, numbered a total of ten Amons. They marched into the densely packed factory area under the cover of night.

These low-rise row of red-brick buildings house most of the city's cheap light industries and manual labor that has not yet been replaced by machines.

Narrow slab-on-stone and gravel roads make up the network of alleys in this factory area.

The Amons climbed up the wall by stepping on the piles of empty crates and barrels. The leader, the insightful Amon, said: If you go around in circles under the wall, you will lose your sense of direction. It is better to take a three-dimensional mobile infiltration route to reach the center of the device directly.

A pungent fishy smell filled the air inside the wall, the yard was filled with empty tin cans, and a large pot of boiling fish could be seen through the narrow window.

Curious Amon said he was craving for canned wolffish.

Amon pointed at some discarded labels stuck on the ground and corrected them by saying that what was produced here was canned sardines soaked in oil.

Picky eater Amon said that both canned foods were not tasty.

In the end, the three Amons who were leaning on the window to discuss canned fish were grabbed by the scruff of the neck by Sister Amons and Jingpi Amons and dragged away.

The Amons climbed up another wall by stepping on the empty fish barrels.

There were simply too many Amons on the wall, and Mu Fange, who had so far been unable to control Koreshi's rebellious arms and legs, managed to fall down from the wall with a crackling sound.

"Who is it?" A strong voice came from a shed from the night watchman.

Mu Fan Ge hid under piles of oilcloth and felt, not daring to breathe or move.

The despicable Amons standing on the wall swarmed away nimbly. Not a single Amon stayed for their poor boss, not even one!

The pale light of the flashlight swept across the oilcloth, and no one could see whether the night watchman was wearing glasses.

After a long period of silence, the sound of the night watchman's footsteps gradually faded away.

Hearing the squeak of the old door hinges of the shed, Mu Fange hurriedly crawled out of the cloth and headed in the direction of his memory to reunite with the ruthless Amons who had abandoned him.

……

"Catch up! Don't fall behind!" Amon said with concern in a vicious tone.

"I say, is it really okay for us to just leave Mr. 3563 there like this?" Amon No. 3563, who had clearly pushed "Mr. 37" down with his own hands, suddenly began to feel guilty.

Jingpi Amon waved his hand in disdain: "What's the big deal? He is the strongest among us. Even if we are in trouble, he will not be in trouble."

"Bah, bah, bah! Stop being such a pessimist!" Sister Amon kicked Jingpi Amon.

By climbing over the wall, the Amons quickly sneaked into the main street in the central area.

"If my guess is correct, their base should be just below this street." Time Worm No. 37 grabbed Jingpi Amon and signaled that he didn't need to move forward.

"Where is the entrance?" asked the insightful Amon.

The only response he got was Amon's shake of his head.

"How about we dig a hole and go down?" Hooded Amon suggested.

Amon No. 37 rejected it: "Digging holes is too inefficient."

"If we can't search separately, the efficiency will be even lower, right?" Amon said incisively, blocking another path.

Amon, who was carrying a backpack, recalled Mu Fange's voice and smile: "I think what the boss said about firepower coverage makes sense. As long as we blow this place down, we won't have to go through so much trouble."

"That would be too much of a commotion. We'll be visited by official Beyonders tomorrow!" Sister Amon was a little worried.

"Official Beyonders? Haven't they been wiped out?" Amon said viciously that the official Beyonders were nothing to worry about.

Amon, who was carrying a backpack, searched in it happily: "I remember I brought explosives..."

"No! No! Once the explosives explode, the people on the opposite side will find us! We are in the light and they are in the dark, it's too dangerous!" Time Worm No. 37 showed an awkward smile exactly the same as those KPs who encountered unconventional players.

No. 37 Amon's persuasion worked, and the Amons gave up the violent attack.

Only Amon, who had the satchel, felt lost.

……

The space inside these red brick houses is very narrow and is filled with various production tools.

At first, the Amons were able to have some moral integrity and tiptoe around in the gaps between the pots and jars, exploring carefully.

Before long, the Amons lost their patience and simply sorted out the things in the house, and then looked for the mechanism openly.

Because these rooms are too small to accommodate ten Amons, the sharp Amon who was stepped on several times ordered the extra Amons to explore upstairs.

The houses on Main Street are two stories of standard height, with a shorter third floor for homeless workers.

"I always feel that this fireplace is a bit strange. Don't you think it's a bit too dark inside?" Amon, wearing a mask, patted Amon, wearing a hood.

Amon, who had no brains under his hood, stuck his head into the fireplace and sighed, "It's a bit dark... Speaking of which, this seems to be the second floor, right? Why is there a fireplace here?"

"Huh? Why aren't you talking?"

Hooded Amon felt that the atmosphere was a bit strange.

Hooded Amon felt someone grab his waist.

"Wow!"

"Poor Hooded Amon, he fell into the bottomless abyss." Masked Amon took off the mask on his face, shook his head and made a pitying sound.

……

"Did you hear the screaming?" The sharp-witted Amon, who was stealing canned pineapple jam from a shelf, turned around and looked at the other Amons.

"No." Masked Amon was secretly eating a can of cream, his mask half lifted up, and the area around his lips was stained white.

"No? Am I too nervous?" The insightful Amon put down the half-empty jar of jam.

The other Amons also coughed dryly and stopped their despicable behavior of pocketing the food raw materials.

The Amons, who found nothing except food, said a few words and left the house together.

……

[Hello? Hello, hello? Can you hear me? Is anyone there?]

Mu Fange, who didn't realize that he was lost, was crouching against the wall and circling around these walls that were indistinguishable from each other.

"What's that sound?" Mu Fangge looked up and looked around.

[Is anyone there? Hello?]

Mu Fan Ge was puzzled and after searching around he found that the voice in his head came from the monocle in his pocket.

Didn't they say that the communication between Amon and the others was controlled? How could it be changed so quickly?

[I'm here, what's up?]

Mu Fan Ge picked up the call.

[Oh! Great! I finally got in touch with the adults!]

The bright and cheerful voice of Time Worm No. 37 popped into my mind.

[We knocked out a pagan and found a badge on him that was probably used to grant permissions. The person wearing this badge can unilaterally send letters to other people!]

[so?]

Mu Fange raised his eyebrows.

[So, sir, are you planning to act alone, or join us? We are looking for the entrance to the pagan base.]

Mu Fange did not suspect anything and replied through his monocle: [If we can get in touch, let’s split up for now. Report to me every ten minutes if you are safe.]

[receive! ]

After hanging up the phone, Mu Fange still didn't realize that he was lost. He went left and right, and finally got farther and farther away from Amon and the others.

……

"Um... I just received a text message from Lord No. 3563." Amon No. 37 cleared his throat and raised his voice to attract the attention of the other Amons.

"Ah? Didn't you say we can't get in touch?" Sister Amon discovered the inconsistency.

"Maybe Lord No. 3563 has a special way." There was no need for No. 37 Amon to make excuses, as Amon with the satchel helped to complete the logical consistency.

"It's like this." Amon No. 37 took out the device he had prepared in advance: a square box made of golden gears and hinges, with a monocle embedded in the middle.

"We can temporarily split up." Mu Fange's voice came from the device.

Jingpi Amon frowned: "Why haven't I seen you take it out before?"

"My Lord has ordered me to wait until I receive his message before I can take it out." Amon No. 37 answered neatly without blinking, and was very confident.

"Really?" The insightful Amon stared at Amon, the smartest person in the room, but still felt something was not right.

But the other brainless Amons didn't notice anything wrong.

The Amons dispersed in twos and threes, and only the sharp Amon who was dragged away by his sister Amon kept frowning and staring back at the smiling Amon No. 37.

……

Amon's team, led by the vicious Amon, found a hole!

The brainless Amons immediately cheered and jumped in without a second thought.

"The soil is still wet. It's obvious that these caves are newly dug!" Curious Amon scratched the wall of the cave.

Picky Amon was also digging in the wall of the cave, but he obviously got something: "What is this? It looks like a tree root? The rhizome of a plant? Ah! No! It's a sweet potato!"

Picky eater Amon threw the unpalatable sweet potato away in disgust.

"Don't waste food!" Amon picked up the sweet potato viciously and hit the picky Amon on the head with it.

Picky eater Amon cried while holding the sweet potato.

……

Sister Amon soon found a hole under the rolled felt.

"How strange? Has this place been invaded by gophers? Why are there newly dug holes everywhere?" Jingpi Amon scratched his head in confusion.

Sister Amon said that the soil here was wet and made her clothes dirty.

Amon very bravely stood upside down and put his head into the hole to observe, without even considering whether there would be some unpleasant developments next.

My sister Amon rolled up her sleeves, took out a folding shovel from her belt, and began to expand... ahem... dig a hole!

……

Amon picked up a glass bottle that felt slippery, shook it, pulled out the cork, and smelled it: "No doubt! This is a bottle of pepper!"

The hooded Amon next to him also imitated him and picked up a bottle, but did not open it. Instead, he held the bottle and silently approached the satchel Amon.

Masked Amon also picked up a bottle and surrounded and approached satchel Amon.

"Ping pong pong!" Hooded Amon and Masked Amon rushed forward and smashed the shoulder bag Amon's head with a bang.

Amon with the satchel fell to the ground.

Masked Amon took off the shoulder bag and put it on his own back, then took off the mask on his face and put it on the face of Amon in the shoulder bag.

Hooded Amon scratched the top of satchel Amon's head and pulled out a few black bugs with twelve golden links.

Hooded Amon stuffed the bugs into his mouth, then grabbed a few bugs from the top of his head and put them on satchel Amon's head.

The backpack Amon stood up twitching like a resurrected zombie, moving his arms and legs. Then the three Amons nodded in understanding and left the cave with many pepper bottles separately.