Jing Mohao wasted no time and directly used a silenced gun to destroy the door of the arsenal and hide in.
Looking at the arms inside, which were like containers, sealed and ready to be shipped out at any time, the man's eyes were stern.
If such a batch of munitions were detonated, the blast range would likely reach the top of the mountain.
He had to minimize the risk factor.
Whether it's his safety or the safety of the people waiting outside.
Anyone who belongs to him, Jing Mohao, must evacuate safely.
But Liuzi, it depends on the specific situation.
If the time it took for him to escape from the mountain was included, the detonation time of these weapons would have to be delayed by at least one and a half minutes.
Jing Mohao reached out and pulled off the seal of a box of arms, and pulled the entire box outward, revealing a corner of kraft paper.
Judging from the size, it should be a document bag.
Jing Mohao's eyes lit up, he grabbed the corner of the paper, pulled out the document with force, and took out the document inside from the bag.
Looking at the content on the document, he couldn't help but raise the corners of his lips.
This document is a black hole of funds for trickle-down charities that the official steward said does not exist at all.
It is cloaked in the guise of public welfare and secretly collects profits from Chencang.
Once this document is released to the outside world, it will deal a fatal blow to Trickle's reputation, and the source of funding for the Forbidden City will be effectively cut off.
Their remaining source of funds can only rely on the support of the Australian Empire, and there is no need for him to intervene in future matters.
There will be a good dog-eat-dog show for him to sit down and watch.
Jing Mohao put away the documents and his brain was working rapidly on how to ignite the munitions in this room and safely evacuate.
Jing Mohao looked at the light bulbs on the roof and then at the tape sealing the munitions, and came up with a plan.
He reached out and pulled off a piece of sticky tape, jumped up hard, and stuck the tape on the fragile wall of the light bulb.
Then a pack of loose gunpowder was spread out in all directions in the room.
The room was instantly filled with floating gunpowder particles, making it extremely dark.
Jing Mohao quickly evacuated, closed the door, picked up the dying Wen Xiqin, and left quickly.
The man's footsteps were like wind, leaving a wave of air swaying on the roof, and someone could vaguely hear people talking under the eaves.
"Did you hear that the felon in the cell whom the young commander ordered to be closely guarded ran away?"
"I've heard about it too.
It's said that there were several people who just broke in a few days ago, leaving a cripple behind.
It turned out that the cripple got a high-end gun from nowhere and killed several of our brothers.
In the end, he committed suicide and couldn’t ask any questions.”
“Damn, what’s Erdan doing after such a big thing happened?”
"Don't mention it.
Erdan was also knocked unconscious.
He is still confused now.
I guess that guy's accomplices from outside must have sneaked in and kidnapped him."
"Damn it, he couldn't be the handsome guy I saw at the cell door today."
"Hell, you saw the handsome guy" "I saw him, and he even said a few words to me.
I asked him why Erdan wasn't lazy outside today.
Normally, where Erdan is around, no one else would take a turn to go to work."
"I think it's better not to wake up than Erdan.
When he wakes up, he will be put into the interrogation room directly."
"Why do you think Erdan has no one at home and can only do this thankless job?"
"Don't mention this matter again.
If the young marshal finds out that we saw the prison robbers and watches them run away, he will definitely not be able to spare us
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