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Chapter 178, Section 75: Double the IQ, Double the Happiness

Chapter 178, Section 75: Double the IQ, Double the Happiness

This amazing product is a miniature 3D ultrasonic scanning robot.

Because Thomas Jr.'s design and manufacturing time was too short, Lucius didn't even have time to give this great new invention a good name.

Despite its small size (about the size of a marble) and its unappealingly straightforward name, it has the ability to scan hundreds of square meters without any problem. With this bag of treasures in his hands, Night Owl scattered it along the way, and with Lucius's assistance, the data he collected should have already been uploaded to his personal computer.

Once he obtains this data and compares it with the construction data of the Venn Tower, along with A's analysis, Thomas believes that the labyrinth once shrouded in fog will open generously to him like a door to his home.

However, on the other hand, Venta was originally his home. Returning home was like a treasure hunter sneaking into a dragon's lair. What could be more frustrating than that?

When they reached the 57th floor, Lucius suddenly broke free from Qin Wei's restraints.

"You guys go first, I left some things in the office! A lot of my research materials are in paper form, and I have to take them with me!"

"Where should we meet up later?"

Qin Wei was afraid that Lucius was using this excuse because he was worried about dragging him down, so he quickly asked him a question.

Before the other party could answer, Night Owl grabbed his arm and continued running forward.

"What's the point of asking! What does it matter to you whether he lives or dies, or to someone you've only met once?"

Listen to what they're saying; even Qin Wei, who prides himself on being cold-blooded, thinks it's going too far.

But Lucius had already turned and left, and his resolute figure made Qin Wei give up the idea of ​​chasing after him.

Escaping the military factory, the corridor was filled with flashing red lights and the deafening roar of alarms, and footsteps echoed both of them. Retreating along the same route would only lead to a collision with the enemy's encirclement. After a brief moment of thought, Night Owl used his steel claws to pry open the door lock in the corridor.

"This way, we're escaping from the drug factory!"

The two entered the dark, enclosed stairwell, and the moment they closed the soundproof door, the noise and sense of urgency temporarily disappeared.

Qin Wei let out a long breath and continued downhill following Night Owl's footsteps.

He really disliked this feeling, having no plan whatsoever and completely pinning his hopes on the enemy's blindness. Although the god of fortune always favored this transmigrator, he also knew that relying solely on luck wouldn't get him very far.

"I know what you're thinking. Look at what we've got tonight. It's worth the risk. Men of the Wayne family are never afraid of danger or challenges."

Qin Wei wanted to refute, but perhaps Thomas's words had hit the nail on the head, and he couldn't say anything at the moment.

Reason was resisting, but the body was honestly enjoying what was happening tonight: rising body temperature, a powerful heartbeat, rapidly secreting adrenaline, and pupils dilating in the darkness—everything was a sign.

Qin Wei unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

Since we can't escape, let's just enjoy it.

Thomas inserted the steel claw into the lock cylinder and turned it gently, producing a snapping sound of metal breaking. Then, braving the air pressure, he carefully opened a crack and peered into the factory.

The good news is that no one has discovered them yet.

The bad news is that the Claw Force has just taken over the drug factory, and all the processing workers have been concentrated in front of the assembly line.

Meanwhile, the Claws launched a thorough search, digging deep into every possible hiding place, behind the load-bearing pillars and under the machine base.

The drug factory is not connected to the office building below. If the two brothers want to escape Wayne Tower, they would either have to break through the ground where steel plates are buried or take the freight elevator heavily guarded by Claws, both of which are obviously foolish.

Do you have any ideas?

As Thomas Jr. asked him questions, Qin Wei rubbed his temples.

If a proud night owl lowers its head, it means that all hope has been lost.

But Qin Wei refused to believe it and tried to analyze the current situation. After a brief brainstorming session, he focused his attention on the factory itself.

"Is this a drug factory?"

"That's right."

"Are the windows sealed?"

"Just like a military factory, not even a fly can get in."

"Not necessarily—" Qin Wei keenly seized upon a fleeting inspiration, "The biggest difference between a drug factory and a military factory is..."

"Dust? High indoor dust concentrations can easily cause explosions, so drug factories need to ensure air circulation?" Night Owl was perhaps one of the few people who could keep up with Qin Wei's thinking, especially since he had clearly felt resistance when he opened the door earlier.

"Ventilation system!?"

The two spoke in unison, then tacitly fell silent.

They found the entire factory unusually quiet, with no sound of exhaust fans at all.

However, this mere smokescreen was quickly exposed by the two's reasoning.

Night Owl took off his gloves and licked his fingers, feeling the faint wind in the factory.

"The wind comes from the left, and there happens to be a wall on the left. The cold airflow must be coming from the top right and sinking down, hitting the wall and flowing back. In other words, the exhaust system's inlet is located at the top of the factory."

After being reminded by Thomas, Qin Wei also remembered that they had walked down from the military factory to the drug factory, covering a height of about five floors, or about fifteen meters. However, from their current position to the top of the factory, it was only about five or six meters.

In other words, there was a hidden space, roughly three stories high, between the military factory and the drug factory. What else could it be but the drug factory's ventilation system?

The two exchanged a glance, and without any words, their thoughts were already forming in each other's minds.

"How many sticky bombs do you have left?"

"The last one."

"How come there's so little left? Was it intentional or accidental?"

"It was intentional, an accident—what nonsense! I don't care about that when I'm fighting! But you, why didn't you bring any? Do you think melee weapons are more effective than a violent chemical reaction?"

"Because I'm afraid," Night Owl revealed his unease. "Actually, I've wanted to ask you this for a while now: aren't you afraid the enemy might accidentally trigger an explosion when you carry these things around on your waist all the time?"

Night Owl's words sent a chill down Qin Wei's spine.

Compared to high-explosive grenades, which have undergone stability testing, sticky bombs do have a very low safety factor and are prone to exploding when subjected to strong external pressure.

In fact, Qin Wei rarely carries this thing. Apart from the last time he carried it on the bus bomb incident, he only carried some today.

But that was because his original plan was to rescue people from prison, but he didn't expect to impulsively venture into the lion's den with Night Owl.

Fortunately, no claws were aimed at his belt.

No wonder Batman usually only carries some stun grenades and batarangs in his belt.

As expected, Bat Boy has his reasons for everything he does.

Of course, since they had brought them, they wanted to make the most of them. The two returned to the stairwell and, estimating the location, placed the bombs on the walls.

"Get ready first. If I'm not mistaken, the pressure difference created by the huge airflow the moment the wall is blown open will instantly pull us in. If you don't want to be mashed into a pulp by the fan blades at the end of the passage, you'll have to use the grappling hook to stabilize your body."

"I know, but only if I have that thing."

Qin Wei pointed to the end of the grappling hook rope that he had hastily cut off at his waist.

This set of equipment has really had a rough life. It suffered heavy losses on its first mission tonight. Qin Wei not only lost the cape and glider that Selena specially made, but even the belt that had been with him for a long time was damaged. And look at the Kevlar bodysuit. This thing has excellent bulletproof effect, but its stab protection is much worse.

Although it might be a bit unfair to the kitten to say this, Qin Wei really needs a reliable set of equipment.

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