My Empire

"Good morning, engineer." A girl with a sweet smile, holding a glass of boiling water, passed by Schreck, who was opening the door, and greeted her kindly.

"Uh, oh, good morning!" Schreck responded with a squeezed smile on his face, turning around.

He nervously unscrewed the door of his office with the key, and then got in and avoided the sight of others.

As if the closed door in front of him could prevent everyone from spying on him.

As an engineer who has used the Magic Ball of Knowledge, he is a technical backbone who is highly respected by other people in the factory. For many mechanical problems, everyone will ask him, and kindly call him an engineer.

But now, he has just done a big thing that cannot be known to others, so his expression is highly nervous and even sweats a lot.

After all, he is not a professional spy. When working as a spy, it is inevitable to be nervous and guilty.

Throwing the briefcase on the table, he picked up the boiling water he had left in the cup yesterday, and filled himself with gurgling, finally stabilizing some emotions.

Thinking carefully that he was about to become a hero in restoring the Arante Empire and saving his motherland, Schreck felt that he was full of power. At least he himself thinks that he is doing a big thing, he is moving towards greatness.

The irritating work in front of him made him feel depressed, and he felt that he was destined to be a great person.

The spokesperson of the magic empire in the mortal world is destined to be superior, and his children will be taken to the magic empire to take care of them, and finally become a great magician. This is the promise of those puppets and the life he yearns for.

I opened a newspaper, which was full of reports on technological innovation and various experimental successes. This is an internal technical newspaper, the kind that Allan Hill is very authoritative.

Schreck threw the newspaper aside irritably. Every time he saw those articles with major technological breakthroughs, he felt his determination wavering.

He didn't dare to look directly at the efforts of mortals, he didn't dare to look at the results that sounded great. He didn't believe that mortals could surpass those magicians like gods, even if mortals had already beaten the Holy Demon Empire.

After walking around his desk, he walked to the front of the tin file cabinet, opened the file cabinet, and began to search for the materials inside. These are some of the core materials that he can access, related to many technical products of this machinery production factory.

"Take some more...The technology obtained by the Puppet Empire can produce these equipment..." He muttered with some guilty conscience while looking at the missing file bags in the cabinet.

He had already taken some of them before, and if these files remain so few, sooner or later he will reveal them. But those people promised him that if he needs help, they will take him out of here and find a place to hide himself.

So although he was very nervous, he didn't mean to shrink. Those gold coins gave him hope and the hope of becoming a master.

The big deal, taking those gold coins to the Jesno Empire or the Palak Empire is enough for him to become a rich man and live a life in comfort.

Thinking of this, he stuffed the thick stack of documents and drawings into his file bag, his expression also resolutely resolute.

I've done it several times anyway, and now it's too late to think about other things! Give these things to the puppets, and then leave with the family.

When the person above knows that he is missing, and then finds the missing files, looking for him is almost like finding a needle in a haystack. As long as he crossed the border and arrived at the Jesno Empire or the Palak Empire, changing his name was so simple that it couldn't be simpler.

"Dang Dang Dang." At this moment, his office door was knocked, which shocked him. He hurriedly stuffed the documents in his hands back into the filing cabinet, then closed the cabinet, tidyed up his clothes, and asked nervously, "Who, who?"

"Mr. Engineer, someone is looking for you." At the door, the voice of the sweet smiling girl came, and it sounded very natural.

In Schreck's view, everyone has problems. He is now a person with a secret, so he is suspicious, suspicious of every look at him.

But in this case, it is obviously unrealistic not to open the door, so he walked to the door of the office and opened the door.

The two men stood behind the little girl with smiles on their faces. As soon as they met, they introduced themselves: "Mr. Schreck, we are technicians from the ‘1572 Factory’. Come here to ask you some questions."

Schreck didn't think much, and let in his own door: "Oh, oh, so, let's come in and talk."

The young girl smiled sweetly at Schreck, then turned and left. After the two men walked into the house, the man at the back took the door to the room.

"This is not the first time we have met, Mr. Schreck." One of the two men leaned against the wall at the door, looked at Schreck with a smile, and said.

"Where did I... meet your lord?" Schreck frowned, as if trying to remember where he and the other party had met.

The man leaning on the wall at the door didn't let him think about it for long, and he said directly: "Maybe you haven't forgotten. The last time we met, you took some documents and walked into Gruler Avenue, Lane 13..."

"You guys!" Schreck reacted naturally, and he would definitely not forget that he had been there. He suddenly wanted to stand up, but was pressed by the man next to him on his shoulders and pressed down.

"You'd better not move, Mr. Schreck!" The palm of the man next to him seemed to have tremendous power, and Schreck could not breathe. The man spoke lightly, but with an unquestionable tone.

"You've found the wrong person! I don't know what Gruler Street, you must have found the wrong person." Schreck had already panicked, and said in a wary tone.

A disdainful smile appeared on the face of the man leaning on the wall of the door, and he said coldly: "You better stop struggling, Mr. Schreck! The reason we are here is because we have mastered your leaked secrets. Criminal evidence! If you don’t confess, your sentence will be very long."

"I...I..." Schreck wanted to defend himself a few more words, but found that he couldn't say it at all. The other party had found his head, and also told the exact location of Gruler Street, he knew that he was completely finished.

Before, he was still thinking about taking the whole family to escape, but when the disaster was approaching, he realized that escaping was actually a difficult ending.

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In the room on Lane 13, Gruler Street, a puppet was sieved by a row of bullets. He struggled to fall to the ground, behind the shattered mask, a weird voice couldn't help complaining: "Damn...If this is a higher level puppet, you are dead! Dead!"

Guards soldiers with stg-44 assault rifles rushed up the stairs and smashed the magic circle that had just risen in front of a puppet wearing a black robe on the stairs. And as the puppet fell, the fireball magic circle he prepared quietly dispersed.

Because of their low level, the combat effectiveness of these puppets is similar to that of low-level magicians. Although they can use simple magic, their combat effectiveness is really not that strong. Compared with the **** puppet who blocked the murder, the combat power of these puppets in front of them was almost less than that of ordinary soldiers.

With just a charge, these guard soldiers rushed up the stairs, killed two puppets who had drawn out their swords and prepared to fight, and occupied the entire house.

In the last room, the headed puppet stood up, looked at the muzzle pointed at his black hole, and sighed: "We stay here for the last batch of documents. It seems that this last batch of documents , We can't get it anymore."

"It seems that there is no need for trial. It is the Puppet Empire who stole our technology!" An officer looked at a middle-aged woman in a gray mage robes beside her and said.

"Same as the last time, the interrogation is nothing. They are just puppets and may be abandoned at any time." The middle-aged woman in the wizard's robe shook her head and said, "A very troublesome case."

"It's really troublesome..." The headed puppet nodded, seeming to agree with the other party's words. Then his movements became stiff, one hand stretched out the black robe and shook it twice outside: "Goodbye!"

After saying the last sentence, the puppet fell on the ground as if it had been taken away by someone's soul.

"Recently we have cracked two such cases. Except for the bewitched executors, they are all such puppets." The middle-aged woman said helplessly as she watched the puppet fall to the ground.

"Puppet...what exactly does the Puppet Empire want? Don't they know that Ailan Hill's patience is limited?" The officer with the troops frowned and asked bitterly.

"It seems that they are very interested in our technology. In fact, in the magic empire, it seems that they are the only ones using the mechanical technology we imagined." The woman replied, "Their technology and our technology have too much in common. , So interest is inevitable."

"Then we are so passive to make people play?" The officer leading the troops was somewhat unwilling to open his mouth and continued to question.

"Not all...We are also studying the technology of the puppet empire..." The woman glanced at the officer and said with a sneer: "But these are not the categories you can touch."

What she didn't say clearly was that in a secret base in Ailan Hill, the number of engineers studying magic puppets was so large that they could form an infantry battalion...