Darkstone Code

"If you do something you shouldn’t, I guarantee the bullet will pierce your head in that instant!"

"Now, place your hands where I can see them and slowly sit down in your seat..."

The sewer designer’s hand holding the coffee trembled.

He used to be very proud of how steady his hands were, any manual drafting was no difficulty for him—even without drafting tools, he could draw straight lines.

But at this moment, his hand was shaking badly.

"I’m a little scared," he said, raising his hands, and sat down in his place.

It was only then that he realized the person hiding behind the door was a foreigner.

It’s actually easy to tell if someone is from Mariluo; you just look at their eye color, and the eye color of this guy in front of him doesn’t belong to either of Mariluo’s ethnic groups. He was a foreigner.

The sewer designer silently cursed the company’s security system while looking at the person in front of him, praying he’d better not be a lunatic.

"What should I do to make you satisfied?" he asked proactively.

The antenna sat across from him, no longer pointing the gun at the sewer designer, which was also a gesture of friendliness.

"I need the design blueprint of the President’s Mansion’s sewer system."

The sewer designer was taken aback, "Sorry, we don’t have that either."

Seeing the foreigner’s eyebrows seem to rise, he quickly explained, "The current President’s Mansion is built on the ruins of the former Imperial Palace, and we don’t know the exact conditions and routes of the sewers within the palace."

"It was good, so it was directly hooked up..."

After the Imperial Palace, representing the brutal imperial family rule, was burned down, the newly established regime built the President’s Mansion, the new national hub, on its ruins.

Originally, this area’s sewer design had plans, but those were burned along with the palace.

People had previously suggested reconstructing the sewer network under the palace, but firstly, doing so required a lot of funds, and the Central Government itself had no income, so they were naturally unwilling to do so; secondly, the palace’s sewer network was operating very normally without any problems, so there was no need to redesign or maintain it.

Thus, no one had the drawings, and no one attempted to figure them out.

There was a time when rumors claimed the palace sewers hid a large amount of treasure, thrown in by former imperial family members, sparking a "treasure hunting craze" for a while.

Many people voluntarily ventured into the sewer network in search of lost gold and jewelry, but they basically found nothing.

Some people completely disappeared in the sewer network, and eventually, the palace sewers were closed to the public, shrouded in mystery.

The antenna frowned, realizing the difficulty of infiltrating the President’s Mansion. Although the city had many foreigners living in it, foreigners found it hard to work or be active within the national hub institutions.

Currently, the President’s Mansion’s staff consisted mostly of Mariluo or Maluo people, with no foreigners present.

Trying to get inside was nearly an unattainable goal.

So the antenna thought maybe they could enter through the sewer network, but it seemed unlikely at this point.

He looked at the sewer designer, pondering, "Then what about Beigaao Manor and the villa area behind it, are they also built on the palace’s sewer network?"

The sewer designer initially thought this foreigner was just like other fools who believed the palace’s sewer system held a trove of treasures, wanting to go in and hunt for them.

But now that he asked about Beigaao Manor, he immediately sensed something was amiss.

The antenna raised his gun again, "I don’t wish to kill anyone, provided you don’t do things I forbid you to do!"

Their target was the Grand President!

The sewer designer’s heart began to race, and he instinctively felt angry!

No one is more devoted to this country than Beigaao, they were all inspired by the Grand President’s appeal to live and work here, but now this man’s target was the Grand President. While terrified, the sewer designer was also particularly furious.

He lowered his voice, "You want to harm the Grand President?"

The antenna spouted lies with a straight face, "I don’t intend to harm anyone!"

The sewer designer fell silent, and the antenna persuaded, "The fact that I could come here to find you means I have some understanding of you and your family. I don’t want to harm you or your family, but you also need to cooperate, don’t you?"

Perhaps it was the thought of his family affecting the sewer designer, or perhaps something else convinced him.

"I have those design blueprints, but they’re not here. I need someone to bring them over."

He said this and glanced at the phone, signaling to the antenna that he needed to call someone for the design blueprints.

The antenna nodded, getting up and standing behind him, putting the gun back in his pocket while still aiming at the designer.

The sewer designer nodded, picked up the phone, and stated the file number without any extra dialogue.

About ten minutes later, a lady brought two large bags of files into the office and placed them on the table, "Is there anything else I can do?"

The sewer designer glanced sideways at the foreigner behind him with the corner of his eye, "Would you like some coffee?"

The Antenna shook his head, so the sewer designer asked the lady to leave.

"The things are here, I definitely won’t talk to anyone about this..." The sewer designer’s intent was clear: you’ve got what you wanted, isn’t it time for you to leave?

Tianxia glanced through the documents a few times before packing them up again, "Thank you for your cooperation, but I still need to slightly inconvenience you to leave with me for a while, after things settle, I promise you’ll be safe..."

By noon, the Antenna had brought the sewer designer to their hidden base, and after his explanation, everyone agreed on the plan to infiltrate the manor and villa district via the sewer system to assassinate the President and warlords.

When the sewer designer realized their targets were indeed the Grand President and those warlords, he went weak in the knees, unable even to stand!

His only thought at the moment was to cooperate earnestly and attempt to survive.

The sewer network design for Beigaao Manor was not complex, consisting only of three layers: the first was coarse filtration, the second fine filtration, and the third directly into the city’s network.

The design of these pipes was quite "robust", considering that occasionally large items might need to be flushed into the sewer, so not only could people pass through the sewer, but even two or three people could walk side by side, bent over, without a problem.

Once the plan was set, everyone began to take action.

The Antenna glanced at the sewer designer, using iron color to firmly bind him under the bed.

After ensuring the sewer designer had no chance to escape, the Antenna also left.

They adopted the role of sewer workers, stealing a construction vehicle, and then arrived at a place not far from Beigaao Manor to begin work.

Occasionally, people passing by weren’t particularly interested in their work.

The sewer was very dirty, filled with all sorts of things; pedestrians didn’t want to get themselves covered in stink.

The Breakthrough Man quickly found the junction between Beigaao Manor’s sewer network and the city’s network holding a "map", and the huge metal mesh already had several holes in it. The Breakthrough Man used a hammer to smash and knocked off all those screws.

After removing the filter, he entered the second layer of Beigaao Manor’s sewer network and quickly found the position leading to the first layer.

At that moment, Beigaao Manor was preparing for the evening banquet. Beigaao invited the major warlords to dine together and discuss forthcoming matters.

He didn’t plan to wait any longer; who knows when the last guy will arrive? They were already racing against time and shouldn’t waste any in such places.

The Breakthrough Man arrived first in the kitchen.

The kitchen is always the main source of "sewage", with all kinds of kitchen waste being directly dumped into the sewer.

The large garbage gets blocked by the filter and then directed elsewhere, periodically cleaned to ensure the sewer remains unobstructed.

The cook had just slaughtered a calf and was bleeding the ingredients removed from the calf’s body.

As he pulled out the plug, blood water and some other sewage quickly entered the sewer.

These bloody, somewhat slimy things covered the Breakthrough Man.

The light that flashed instantly dimmed, but he not only didn’t mind, he even showed a smile.

Forty minutes later, he marked the way, retreated, and returned to the surface.

"I’ve located the kitchen and forecourt; the outlets of other sewer pipes are too narrow for anyone to directly exit. This is the route I marked, and I’ve left signs on the pipes."

The Commander was rinsing the grime off the Breakthrough Man while assigning new tasks.

At night, in Beigaao Manor’s dining room, all the major warlords or their representatives sat together for the first time, something almost impossible in the past.

But under Beigaao’s push, these impossibilities became possible.

"...we can’t contact him now, so we won’t wait for him."

"If any of you have thoughts, feel free to speak up. To be honest, our time is really limited."

As soon as Beigaao finished speaking, someone asked, "Why are you in such a hurry, is there something urging you?"

Beigaao nodded decisively, "Yes, the Federation is urging us to produce results quickly."

"I know some of you are dissatisfied with certain arrangements, but we really don’t have much time left!"

"Perhaps they’ve already noticed the problem, and the killers or army they’ve dispatched are on the way!"

"We must finalize everything before they react and start addressing this matter, otherwise all our efforts will become meaningless!"