Kingdom of Corrosion
Chapter 846 - 371 Theft

Chapter 846: Chapter 371 Theft

Lin Wu was thus taken to the interrogation room. The police officers handling the case couldn’t understand Blood Meng’s behavior. Blood Meng told them there were many ways to get a confession. They had worked hard and were officially given leave. Seeing a look of skepticism on the officers’ faces, Blood Meng dropped the bombshell, "Are you really intending to go against Mr. Bodde?"

Hearing Blood Meng say this, the two officers knew she had been bribed. Although they were upset, they heeded Blood Meng’s words and went on leave immediately, leaving Lin Wu entirely in Blood Meng’s hands.

Lin Wu sat alone in the interrogation room. Soon there was a vibration under his feet, and Lin Wu bent down to pull a cell phone from his sock, "Hello."

"Move."

Lin Wu pocketed the phone and walked over to the window. He pushed the window open and first looked down: Holy crap. Then looking up, he felt much better. Slipping out the window, he stood on tiptoe and reached to grab the edge of the tiles. With a forceful grip of his fingers and agile cooperation of his feet, he pushed himself up above the window. Then, using a 10-centimeter protruding ledge, he stepped on it with the tips of his toes and alternately dug his hands into the tile seams, inching his way to the left.

During this, Lin Wu glanced down unconsciously and felt the world spin; his left foot gave way, and he fell, but at the critical moment, miraculously, his hands gripped a 10-centimeter-wide protrusion, and he dangled in midair.

That second scared Lin Wu out of a lifetime’s worth of cold sweat. Taking a deep breath and touching down with the tips of his toes to gain a slight foothold, his hands continued to move sideways until he finally reached the ledge of another room’s window. Pulling himself up, as his chest hit the protruding ledge, he suddenly stretched out his left hand and grabbed the aluminum alloy window sill.

Only then did Lin Wu feel his heart pounding.

After climbing onto the ledge, Lin Wu looked up and a new route emerged. He continued climbing, this time without looking down; his eyes were only on the path ahead. Miraculous hands made Lin Wu perplexed at just how miraculous they were; not only was his arm strength astonishing, his finger strength was also extremely powerful, and what was more, Lin Wu discovered he had inexhaustible physical energy.

With these skills, why steal gold? Wouldn’t being an internet sensation taste better? That’s a minimum annual income of ten billion.

"There are many toxic goods inside. If the exhaust fan isn’t working, just open the window. You have to think about your own health," Blood Meng’s voice came, and then she pushed the window open, "Don’t be so rigid at work. This is the 34th floor; who could possibly fly in through the window?"

After she said this, she looked down and her eyes met Lin Wu’s.

Blood Meng turned and left, and soon after, a cry of "Ouch!" was heard followed by two men’s voices, "Ma’am, are you alright?"

Blood Meng, "Am I alright? Or is it my leg that’s alright?"

Lin Wu knew the lethality of Blood Meng’s legs and knew this was the best opportunity. He immediately grabbed the window ledge and agilely slipped inside.

This was a large hall, similar to supermarket shelves, with various items on display. Lin Wu leaned to one side and opened a cardboard box, which was an evidence storage box containing files and a handgun. The handgun was bagged as evidence, alongside another bag containing magazines. Lin Wu slid the magazine into the handgun, chambered a round, and stuck the gun behind his waist.

On the other side, Blood Meng was still alluring, implying without being explicit, restrained yet unrestrained, every sentence seducing without being crass. Her tone was frivolous but not lascivious.

Blood Meng, "It’s turned blue on the right."

Man, "Ma’am, that’s your left leg. It’ll be fine after some ointment."

Man B, "Do you need a doctor?"

Man, "No need. You go ahead, I’ll handle this."

Man B, "..."

With a commanding tone, the man said, "Go now."

Lin Wu moved to the right side, along the wall, and then saw a row of small jail cells, each about 5 square meters. The small jails were not holding prisoners but high-value items. There were piles of flour like small mountains, neatly arranged AK rifles, boxes whose contents were unknown, and even cash piles as tall as a person covered by transparent tarps.

Above the hallway of the mini-jails were two surveillance cameras, crossing each other to ensure no blind spots.

Before the operation, Blood Meng had warned, "There’s no one monitoring the surveillance; the warehouse’s security focus isn’t on the cameras or the iron doors, but on the only entrance and its security checks. Go ahead and boldly pick the locks to take the goods."

Lin Wu looked at the lock on the mini-jail holding the AK rifles: a mechanical lock, standard difficulty.

He had climbed up 34 floors; why would he fear surveillance? Lin Wu squatted down in front of the lock and started picking with a pin. He didn’t know how to pick locks, but if the system said it was possible, then it was possible. At worst, he’d have to fiddle a bit more, and then the lock opened. Lin Wu entered the mini-jail, laid a canvas on the ground, wrapped four AKs in the canvas, and picked up another bag of fully-loaded magazines.

Who knew what kind of gang firefights would use these things? However, according to Shana, as early as a hundred years ago, American gangs had already been using Thompson submachine guns in their brawls.

The next mini-jail held two submachine guns, two handguns, and several bullets, all of which Lin Wu took.

His next find was a box of weapons, which contained various disassembled parts for an M4 series rifle. As someone knowledgeable about these things, he knew at a glance that this was a sniper-modified assault rifle. Lin Wu stuffed the parts into a bag Blood Meng had given him, pulled the drawstring tight, and the opening closed.

At that moment, a staff member came around from the side of the shelves and saw Lin Wu, dumbfounded, as was Lin Wu. The next second, both reached for their guns. Lin Wu’s year and a half of gun training wasn’t for nothing; he shot first and took the other man down.

The gunshot was not too loud or too soft. The men on the other side cocked their heads towards the sound of the gun, "What?"