I don't have a system but I have a hammer

Hearing the impotent rage of the leading man, he also used the drone's loudspeaker to pretend to call for help...

"The power distribution room is smoking, it's about to explode!!"

"Run! Run!"

This group of people came to their senses, held up the flashlight of the communicator and shone towards the power distribution room. When they saw thick smoke billowing from the door, they immediately scattered and fled...

It can be seen that although they are ignorant, they still know how to explode a transformer at the very least...

Of course, silly white sweet, not without...

"Huh? It's just smoking..."

"Idiot, haven't you heard of a transformer exploding?"

"What the fuck? My car..."

"Chen Nima, do you want to die!"

Seeing countless people running towards the garage, the leading man was completely about to cry, he didn't want to stop him, he didn't want to run away, he could only yell loudly at the dark garage...

"You bastard, don't go out if you have the guts, I'll be watching you outside! Let's see who spends more time than whom!"

"Listen everyone, seal all four doors of the underground garage, I'll see if this bastard dares to come out!"

Faced with this innocuous threat, I just sneered slightly, then rushed into the safe passage, and rushed straight to the negative floor...

In less than 2 minutes, I came to the security door on the basement floor. While using the hacking software to search the nearby surveillance network, I activated the fingertip welding torch and cut the door lock with flames...

I know that behind the door is the repair channel of the sewer, and at the end of the repair channel is the transfer station of the Stranger Gang...

So in order to prevent death from seeing the light, it is still necessary to search the nearby monitoring network...

Unexpectedly, the monitoring network does exist, but in the transfer station of the Stranger Gang, there is only one old man wearing a maintenance worker's costume...

He is drinking wolfberry tea comfortably, watching Peking Opera, with a sense of sight of "I get subsistence allowances, I am happy"...

Most importantly, he doesn't have an octopus on his head at all, he's just an ordinary janitor...

I curled my lips, pushed open the safety door, and released the drone to check the situation in the maintenance passage. After confirming that there were no mechanism traps, I walked straight through the passage, facing the iron gate at the end, and prepared to shoot my wrist. gun…

Huh?

Glancing at the old man in the surveillance screen and the antihypertensive medicine in his hand, I sighed and knocked lightly on the door...

bang~ bang~

With the sound of knocking on the door, the small window on the iron door was suddenly opened, revealing the wrinkled and slightly weird face of the old man...

"You are…"

I have a smile on my face...

"Master, do you know where this is?"

The old man frowned...

"This is a subway maintenance station. Who are you? What are you doing here? Didn't you see the words Do not enter on the door?"

I still kept a smiling expression, just waved to him through the door...

"Master, please step back a little..."

The old man's brows furrowed even deeper...

"What do you mean? You...fuck me!"

That's right, he saw my prosthetic limb that was boosting power and the blue light was flashing, and heard me laughing...

"Back again..."

The old man's face changed drastically, and he said "what do you want, don't come here, who are you?" while talking very fast, while retreating in panic, he went into the bathhouse to take a bath, but saw the child pulling in the pool. The horror of shit...

boom! ! !

The moment the iron door was blown away, the old man crouched under the computer desk was completely frightened. Apart from covering his ears and trembling, the only thing left was his terrified begging for mercy...

"Don't, don't kill me, I'm just a repairman..."

Ignoring his pitifulness, I blew on the non-existent soot on the wrist cannon, released the drone, and began to investigate everything in the maintenance station...

What greets you is a spacious space the size of a basketball court separated by a concrete wall in the middle. Through the door opening on the left side of the cement wall, you can see various maintenance equipment neatly placed in the next room...

In the room in front of me, there are teapots for boiling water, a temporary stove, a simple wooden bed, various daily necessities, toiletries, and a computer for monitoring...

Everything about this transfer station made me understand immediately...

It can be seen that the Strange People Gang is indeed short of manpower. It is estimated that this transfer station has been abandoned for a long time, but I am afraid that no one will open the door when it is temporarily used, so I randomly found an old man and asked him to guard here in the name of the maintenance station. with...

Seeing that I didn't speak and didn't enter the door, the old man thought I was thinking about how to kill him, so he hurriedly yelled...

"Money...the money is in the drawer, young man, please put my old bone away..."

Although his expression is not fake, and even the startle reaction is natural, but it is still necessary to make sure everything is safe...

Withdrawing my thoughts, I stepped into the maintenance station, glanced at the old man's index finger and tiger's mouth, and then at his neck and chin. After confirming that he was just an ordinary person, I opened the drawer casually, took out the money in it, and stuffed it in. his ass...

"Don't worry, I won't rob money..."

Unexpectedly, he trembled even more violently, and the panic in his eyes suddenly turned into a foolish despair...

"No...don't...don't..."

Ignoring his self-indulgence, I pulled him out of the computer desk and pointed to the map on the wall...

"Tell me, how many subway tracks are there leading to the city center?"

The moment he was pulled out with force, the old man almost didn't poke it on the spot, but when he heard my question, he was relieved as if he was relieved, and hurriedly nodded to answer...

"There are... there are three..."

I thought for a moment, then continued to ask...

"How many lanes are open to traffic?"

He glanced furtively outside the door, then nervously glanced at the next door, and then answered honestly...

"Two open to traffic, and one for annual maintenance..."

I pouted towards the map...

"Tell me which one, and what building is on top of that line?"

He hesitated for a moment...

"Track No. [-], above the line is a cemetery..."

I frown...

"Cemetery?"

The old man nodded quickly...

"Yes, it is the place where the dead are buried..."

Now I understand, I nodded slightly...

"In other words, there must be no one on this point?"

The old man nodded first, then shook his head as if suddenly remembering something...

"There is no one at this point, but after two o'clock, the security guards may walk around it..."

I narrowed my eyes slightly...

"How did you know?"

He quickly explained...

"I was the security guard there before..."