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Jigu seemed to have been in this base for quite some time, and he was extremely familiar with every part of the base. This base, called Death Star, was divided into upper, middle, and lower levels, inner, and middle areas. Three vertical and three horizontal areas, nine areas were drawn out. Of these nine areas, the outer area was the widest, covering almost half of the planet. Apart from the internal base, there were also exposed buildings, fortifications, and weapon systems of the star. The inner area was relatively smaller. This area was mainly the living area of the Grai and Catus, as well as the important materials and brain computer rooms.
Captives like Jigu were placed in the outer area. Their jobs were to build various buildings in the base, and there was no lack of them working in space. However, because space operations were far less convenient than the Grai Giants, there were very few opportunities for them to work outside the base.
As for the most hidden center of the base, he didn't know where it was. Jigu only knew that in the Barbarians' factory, everything that was produced every day had to be sent to the center of the base. According to Jigu's description, those things looked like parts of some machines. As for what it was used for, this Shui Mu didn't know either.
"We're here."
Jigu brought Allen and the others to a large door. His eyes darted left and right as he said to Allen, "Carry me up."
He was referring to the password lock in front of the door, which was indeed out of reach for him right now. Allen picked him up, and Jigu stretched out his six tentacles and pressed on the password lock, causing the door to automatically open to both sides. He said with some pride, "These electronic locks change a set of passwords every day, but the passwords change back and forth every thirty days. Those idiot Catus definitely don't know that I secretly memorized the password every time so that I could use it like this. "
Hubble, who was also a Catu, snorted and closed his palms, wondering if he should strangle this little thing with a mouth full of poisonous water. After thinking about it, he decided to forget it. He didn't need to bother with this little thing.
What opened in front of Allen and the others was a small warehouse. It was actually not small. It had an area of over a hundred square meters and a space of twenty meters high. How could it be called small? However, in this Death Star Base that occupied less than half of the planet, this bit of space was indeed not big. The metal cabinets in the warehouse were like pillars that supported the dome and pressed against the ground. They could be used to store things and also act as load-bearing materials.
Allen looked at the warehouse and said, "Don't we have to rush to that factory?"
"What's the difference between this and suicide? If we want to go in, we have to find some disguises. " Jigu was like a mollusk. He turned his head 180 degrees and looked at Hubble behind him. "I'm curious who you are," he said, clicking his tongue. "Even the Catus are good companions. This was good as well. It was convenient for him to act. It's probably impossible to swagger into that madman Piero's factory like this, but if a Catu lord were to escort us in, we would still be able to get through. "
When Hubble heard this, he muttered, "This again."
Allen knew he was referring to the matter of sneaking onto the mothership and shrugged, "I know you don't like pretending to be Vasak's men, but you have to do it again in this situation."
Hubble turned his face away and said, "You have to give me five barrels of ale when you get back."
"I'll let you drink enough."
Hubble's face immediately brightened up.
On the other side, Jigu had already jumped up and down, pointing at the cabinets. "That's the break lock over there. Take out a few sets and we'll have to put them on ourselves. Of course, it's good to look like it. There's no need to really activate it. And this, this is the prisoner's uniform. That's right, it's the one I wore before. Since you want to act, you have to act properly. That big guy, yes, it's you. Come here. Change out those rags on your body. You're still wearing a five-toothed necklace. Not bad, so we can pretend more like it. "
After fiddling with it for a while, Allen and the others changed into captives' clothes and put on a broken lock between their hands and feet. Hubble changed into a full set of excellent armor. His lightning was Orchilla's special weapon, and it was too eye-catching. Thus, he changed into a pitch-black heavy spear, heavy spear, and heavy armor. Only then would he be able to match the five-toothed necklace around his neck. In the end, Jake found him a helmet that covered his face and put it on his head. Even those who knew Hubble would not be able to recognize him at first glance.
"That's no problem. Let's go. Counting the time, Piero's factory is about to start. If we jump the queue halfway, it will inevitably arouse suspicion. "Shouted Jigu.
Piero's factory was very different from a normal factory.
There were no walls or workshops in this factory. To put it bluntly, it was a hall that could accommodate hundreds of people working at the same time in the mountain. In this huge stone hall, hundreds of stone pillars were left as load-bearing pillars. There was a fire burning under each stone pillar, illuminating the hall brightly. Although it was simple and even primitive, this "factory" was still located in the Death Star Base. The reason why it looked like this was because the Baltic, who called himself the master, liked it.
Master Piero said that this was the best environment for him to work on Agares, and only in a similar environment would he be able to concentrate. However, the Baltic, who had been chattering all day long, could not tell when he had been able to concentrate. However, he came with the Fire Demon Berukai. At that time, Berukai only said, "Do as he says."
Thus, there was such a factory.
Although the environment of the factory was primitive, the equipment was not primitive at all. From small smelting furnaces to laser cutting machines, from tractors to engineering vehicles, there was everything. There were even some machines with unknown names. The crystals embedded in them shone with red and green light, and the ground was filled with cables of all sizes. The small ones were as thick as arms, and the large ones were as straight as elephant legs. Be careful of these cables when you walk in the factory. Even if the Catus stumbled, they would still be scolded by the master, not to mention the captives. It was light to catch them and beat them up.
Since it was a factory, it was naturally a place to work. Every day, there were four to five hundred captives working day and night. The captives were of all races, most of them humans, and they were basically Federation soldiers. On the Death Star Base, there were a total of two thousand captives. A quarter of them took turns to serve in the factory, while the rest were scattered throughout the base, building the alien nest like worker ants.
But even though they were working, no one knew what they were doing. Due to the frequent disruption of working hours and types of work, the last time they were assigned to this place, they could be responsible for assembling parts, and the next time they were assigned to smelting steel and iron. It could be said that there were no rules to speak of. Even the most meticulous person would find it difficult to figure out a clue. All he knew was that the factory worked day and night. Every day, the coolies who entered the factory to serve were divided into two groups. They took turns to work for 12 hours without rest.
Every day, there would always be tractors bringing in a large number of supplies, and there would always be components of unknown uses transported out. The whereabouts of these components were very mysterious. Even though Piero, the so-called master, liked to talk to himself, those who had been in this factory many times only knew that these components were eventually sent to the central office of the Death Star Base. However, there was no way to know what it was used for.
When Hubble pretended to swagger to the gate with Allen and a few other fake captives, Piero was cursing. Due to his shrill voice and constant cursing, he quickly attracted Allen's attention. The Baltic was as thin as the trunk of a withered tree. His skin, which was exposed outside his black robe, was dry and had body hair that was unknown whether it was thorns or bristles. Its head, however, was unusually large and oval. It had three round eyeballs, and there were dark vertical lines in the center of its pupils. His two long, pointed ears trembled with excitement. He didn't have a single hair on his wrinkled head, and he was as ugly as he could be.
He also had a pair of twisted and deformed hands. His arms were long and thin, but his palms were exceptionally fat. Three chubby fingers had black hook-shaped armor. God knows how such a pair of three-fingered fat hands could carry things.
"You're late?" The guard at the gate, a Catu barbarian warrior, stepped forward to investigate. Seeing the five-toothed necklace on Hubble's neck, he was not as afraid as the other Catus, but his expression was a little more respectful.
According to Jake's previous words, Hubble said, "These captives took advantage of the chaos to escape. It took me some time to catch them."
"Oh, I know." He had indeed heard that there was a prisoner riot before, and the guard did not doubt it.
Hubble was about to step forward when the guard stopped him, "Sir, please hand in your work number."
Jake immediately became anxious, and Allen looked at him. Shui Mu was unable to explain in detail at this time. This work number was the number of each captive. When entering the factory, one had to hand over the work number to facilitate verification and assignment of work. There was no such rule in other areas, and only the factory that entered Piero was strict. It had been more than thirty days since he had last worked in the factory, and Jake had forgotten about this small matter.
But now, this small matter was enough to expose them. After all, they weren't real captives, so where did they come from? The guard urged again, and Katherine had already quietly held onto the handle of the snake sickle, while Allen's hand landed on the Blood Hidden Saber wrapped in layers of cloth. If their traces were exposed, they would only have to risk their lives. Only then would they be ready to break out of the encirclement. Piero suddenly shouted, "What are you doing! Get in here if you have any workers. I need help here. " Damn it, can't you guys find me something with a bit more strength and a bit more intelligence? You have to use these idiots! You, you, you, yes, it's you, big man. I see that you're quite strong. Get over here and work for me. "
The guard said awkwardly, "Master, they …"
"Shut up! You stupid pig, don't you know that a second of mine is more precious than a year of yours? So don't waste my time, or I'll make you look good! " The Baltic with the big head hooked his deformed hand at Hubble and said, "Come here quickly, send these things over there!"
He pointed at the pile of parts on the ground.
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