pertwk Chapter 100 Looting the Printing Factory
Chapter 100 Looting the Printing Factory
Yan Shuo gestured for Xu Heng to stay hidden at the intersection and keep an eye on the patrolling sentries, while he crouched down and slipped into the factory through the side door like a raccoon dog.
As soon as he entered the room, he immediately took out an invisibility card and activated it, his figure instantly disappearing into thin air.
He tiptoed toward the noise of the machines, moving closer to wherever workers were active, wanting to find out what was going on.
The first thing you see is the pulping tank, where steaming pulp is being stirred and sifted by several workers. There's nothing particularly special about it.
Yan Shuo continued walking inside and arrived at the main printing workshop. Several printing presses were running at high speed, printing out the usual current affairs newspapers and magazines. Each machine was assigned to a type of printed material, and it looked no different from an ordinary printing plant.
But when he walked to the innermost corner of the workshop, his eyes narrowed instantly—there were two separate printing presses there, guarded by four armed workers. These men were tall and strong, with efficient movements and wary eyes; they were clearly not ordinary workers, but rather elite soldiers.
More importantly, what these two machines printed was not newspapers at all, but Japanese military scrip!
Yan Shuo's heart stirred, and he continued through the main workshop to the adjacent partitioned workshop.
The security here is much tighter, with six armed men patrolling back and forth. The workers in the workshop are also much busier than those outside, all looking tense and constantly moving their hands and feet.
He quietly peeked over and saw that the conveyor belts and shelves in the workshop were piled high with legal tender!
These counterfeit legal tender notes are almost identical to genuine ones, with a similarity of up to 99%. They are indistinguishable without careful examination!
Yan Shuo followed silently behind several workers, watching them carefully load the newly printed counterfeit currency onto a transport cart, push the cart through the corridor, and deliver it to a closed warehouse next door.
The workers were quick and careful, packing the counterfeit currency into fixed packages and stacking them neatly on the shelves, without the slightest tilt, clearly a habit formed from long-term operation.
After the workers locked the warehouse door and left, Yan Shuo quickly stepped forward and gently pushed open the slightly ajar warehouse door.
Upon entering, his pupils constricted. The warehouse was filled with more than a dozen piles of neatly packaged counterfeit Chinese currency, each labeled with the words "One Hundred Million Yuan." The orderly arrangement was chilling.
He raised his hand and touched the date on the label, then compared it with the labels on several piles and calculated, his face growing increasingly gloomy: "At this printing speed, at least three piles can be produced a day, which is 300 million yuan in counterfeit currency."
The figure weighed heavily on his mind. He gritted his teeth, thinking, "With such a massive influx into the national market, the economy will collapse within a year! Even without war, the people won't be able to survive. Those Japanese devils are truly venomous to the core!"
Enraged, Yan Shuo no longer hesitated. He raised his hand and swept all the dozen or so piles of counterfeit currency in the warehouse into his spatial ring.
After doing all this, he turned and headed straight for the cubicle where counterfeit currency was printed. He pulled out two silenced Browning pistols from his waist, held them in both hands, and his eyes were as cold as frost.
The deafening roar of the machines in the workshop completely drowned out the already faint sound of the silenced gun, making it impossible for anyone in the next workshop to hear a sound.
Yan Shuo moved like a ghost between the machines, his movements swift and decisive as he pulled the trigger. In less than ten seconds, the dozen or so workers operating the machines and the four armed guards fell to the ground, lifeless.
After dealing with the counterfeit currency workshop, Yan Shuo rushed to the workshop that printed military banknotes.
The six workers were still engrossed in their work, completely unaware of the impending danger. Yan Shuo raised his hand and fired two shuttlecocks, instantly killing them all. His movements were so fast that they didn't even have a chance to react.
He followed the tire tracks left by the transfer vehicles on the workshop floor and found another warehouse at the end, which contained more than twenty piles of military notes, each containing one hundred million.
"Do you Japanese devils need mountains of military scrip to have enough?" Yan Shuo sneered, then waved his hand again, storing all the military scrip into his spatial ring.
He glanced around the warehouse and, not seeing any equipment for printing Japanese yen, felt a little regretful: "The yen has been quite valuable these past few years; it's a real waste that it wasn't printed."
He then went straight to the main workshop where political newspapers are printed.
The nearly twenty workers here are not armed and are busy around the machines, which continue to roar.
Yan Shuo stopped wasting words, moved and fired quickly, and took care of all the workers in the blink of an eye. He casually swept the printed newspapers aside and muttered, "They're all brainwashing garbage."
After he finished cursing, he raised his hand and put all the printing presses and unfinished products in the workshop into his spatial ring.
Without the machines, it was impossible for the Japanese to start production again.
As he carefully searched the workshop, he mentally asked Xiao Zhi, "Xiao Zhi, what are the key parts of this printing press? Where are they usually stored?"
Xiao Zhi's voice immediately rang out: "Ordinary newspaper printing machines don't have high requirements. The rollers and lead screws are relatively fragile and need to be replaced frequently. Other parts aren't critical, and replacement parts can be made in minutes with a lathe. But intaglio printing machines for printing military scrip and counterfeit currency are different. Key parts include the printing plate cylinder, impression cylinder, precision doctor blade, ink supply system, optically variable ink, watermark roller, high-precision cutting components, exposure machine, and printing master plate. Without these, the machine is just a pile of scrap metal."
"Received." Yan Shuo nodded and quickly located the spare parts warehouse behind the workshop, following Xiao Zhi's scanning and analysis.
He pushed the door open and saw various spare parts, spare ink and other auxiliary materials neatly stacked inside. Without saying a word, he put them all into his space, leaving nothing behind.
After confirming that there were no more bodies left in the entire factory area, Yan Shuo dragged all the corpses to the center of the workshop and piled them up. He then rummaged through his storage space and found machine lubricating oil, diesel oil, and kerosene, which he poured onto the corpses and the surrounding debris.
He took out a lighter and lit it. With a "whoosh," a raging fire instantly broke out. The fire spread rapidly with the help of the oil and soon engulfed most of the workshop.
After doing all this, Yan Shuo turned around and slipped away, quickly running to the base of the wall.
Xu Heng, who had been waiting there, immediately stepped forward. The two of them worked together to quickly build a platform one meter high using the material bags next to them. Yan Shuo stepped onto the platform and leaped over the wall, with Xu Heng following closely behind.
Huang Bing and Zhao Erniu outside were already prepared. The four of them quickly ran to the car in the corner not far away, opened the car door, got in, started the car, and sped away.
As the car drove away, the heart-wrenching cries of the sentry could still be heard coming from the direction of the printing factory: "Fire! Fire!"
As the car passed by the machinery factory that they had previously scouted, Yan Shuo glanced at it and found that the machinery factory had already closed for the day. Most of the Japanese sentries at the gate had rushed off to support the printing factory in putting out the fire, leaving only one Japanese soldier on guard.
His eyes darkened, and he gave Huang Bing a wink, then gestured with his hand as if he were twisting his neck.