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There are familiar concentration symbols on the paper, as well as formulas for calculating material strength.

Clayton was sure the Gray Caps were preparing some kind of explosive, whale oil, black powder, or something else.

In short, they were planning an explosion. Fortunately, the scale of the explosion was not very large, and it was acceptable to him - the power was probably enough to collapse half of the second floor of the rusty silver coin.

Well, it's really big.

After taking over his property, Clayton suddenly couldn't accept it anymore.

But what is certain is that the Gray Hats' plan has nothing to do with his house.

Clayton had learned a little about blasting calculations, and the calculation formula left on this scratch paper was not for blasting operations on buildings.

There is a particularly strange string of data on the paper. It is listed separately and is not included in the formulas. It only serves as a reminder.

Creighton had not seen similar data, but guessed that it was probably related to the environment of the explosion, either the depth or the strength of the material in the blast area.

This is a problem that does not need to be considered on the colonial battlefield. Few people will build bunkers in the colonies. There are some fortifications in the Laurent area where he served, but they were all done by the Kingdom of Dorne to suppress the natives. The Taunton people No fortifications were built, and no one used them when they actually fought the Towtons.

The location of the bunker must be special, otherwise others can just go around it.

The Towtons had no need for the areas held by Dorne, and all the fighting was about was bleeding them as much blood as possible, and they were about the same.

There are very few factors to consider in a flat ground battle, so few that as long as the explosives explode, it is considered a success.

"It's terrible."

Clayton frowned at the paper.

Urban areas are different from war zones. Even small explosions can cause huge disturbances.

All explosives are controlled products, and being able to obtain these things shows that the Gray Hat Gang is not a temporary act.

Even the cheapest refined whale oil is out of reach of ordinary people—and not because it’s expensive.

In life, finished refined whale oil is quite scarce. Power supply companies will transport electricity to wealthy residents through pipelines. As early as in power plants, the refined whale oil has already been reacted. Only institutions with sufficient financial resources and self-generation needs will store canned refined whale oil. Such places are usually factories and luxury homes that cannot cut off power.

Of course, the gang has some energy to obtain so much refined whale oil, but such a profit-making organization must consider the risk of losing money before taking action.

Do the benefits of their scheme outweigh the risks of stealing whale oil? This question is very important.

If it was to rob a bank or a rich man's private vault, Clayton believed that this would be in line with the actual needs and the positioning of the Gray Hat Gang.

But there have been no rumors of chemical theft in the news recently. Where did the Gray Hats get the explosives?

Clayton suddenly raised his head and stared directly into the void in front of him.

He remembered where the Gray Hats might have gotten the explosives.

Weisund Weaving Factory.

"To take stock of our whale oil usage, I want to know how the consumption has changed compared to the previous monthly average?"

Akzi held his chin (actually the lower part of his beak) and ordered the foreman of the factory. After Creighton found him, he told him all his conjectures. He did not express the slightest doubt about Creighton's conjectures. He immediately took Clayton to the Weisungt Weaving Factory to take inventory.

The Wessonte Machinery Mill had experienced a riot not long ago, and Clayton had read about the accident in the newspaper.

The cause of the accident is said to be that some workers were dissatisfied with their pay, and then had a physical conflict with another group of workers who had no such concerns.

During the fight among the workers, someone caused a fire and burned part of the machinery. Of course, the refined whale oil reserves used for power generation must also have been damaged.

The Wessonite Machinery was the property of the Presbyterian Church, and Clayton thought they would have the energy and responsibility to clearly investigate their losses.

The foreman led several workers into the warehouse, and Clayton had to wait for a while to know the result.

While waiting, the sound of the handloom operating in the workshop next door made him unable to calm down. It was like the sound of a third-rate bard playing a broken harp. He couldn't stay here for five minutes. And workers have to endure more than ten hours a day here.

Taking advantage of this moment, Clayton wanted to kill time and asked Akzi something that was not easy to say before.

"How did you get the workers here to accept your appearance and keep it a secret for you? Not to mention the extra payment from the elders. Even if you have money, ordinary people's sense of confidentiality is not that strong." He looked at the owl's face sincerely. asked.

"Secret? That's not necessary." Akzi looked at the arrangement of exposed transmission pipes on the wall outside the control room. He leaned against the wall and tapped the ground with the toe of his leather toe, tapping the rhythm.

"They don't know who I am. I keep telling them I'm wearing a hood to prevent inhaling the poisonous fumes emitted by the generators here."

Clayton looked at him in surprise, not expecting the answer to be like this.

The owl's head is larger than an ordinary person's head, but its expression is vivid. If Clayton was a worker, he would definitely be suspicious, and even if it didn't work, he would spread rumors.

"They are really naive," he commented.

Akzi laughed: "Naive? Maybe. But because the poison gas is real, they never doubted the authenticity of the headgear."

"Tsk."

Even though Akzi always expressed kindness to him, Clayton just couldn't like going back.

He had doubts about his intuition before, but now he had the answer.

Clayton lost interest in communicating with him and was silent for a while, becoming more patient with the foreman's work.

And they lived up to his expectations. They quickly ended the counting task and came out of the warehouse to make a report.

"The number of whale oil consumed last month was 81 standard cans. Due to the fire caused by the previous riot, we lost about 16 to 17 additional cans of whale oil last month." The foreman handed the report to Akzi, which said Details of daily whale oil consumption were recorded.

Weisongte Weaving Factory does not use electric drive looms, so the consumption of whale oil is not much. It is basically used for lighting, and the average monthly consumption will not have much error.

Akzi held the report in front of his face with one hand and looked at it. He questioned the data above: "Isn't there any part of the damaged whale oil that can be recycled?"

The foreman looked at him, trying to guess the supervisor's mood from the changes in the "hood". Akzi is the security director, and it is also his responsibility to investigate whether employees have secretly misappropriated factory supplies.

"There was no recycling, they were all burned, Mr. Akzi."

"I don't quite understand this number. If so much whale oil was burned, the fire that day should not be so easy to put out."

"The workers broke some of the cans before the fire started, and perhaps some of the whale oil seeped into the sand used to put out the fire."

"Where are the recycled industrial cans?" Akzi put down the report and looked at the foreman coldly.

The foreman shivered slightly: "They have been sent back to the original factory for repair."

"Forty percent of the components of those cans are iron. They will not burn out or deform. They can continue to be put into production with simple repairs. I think the whereabouts of this precious property should not be decided by you. If Because the interference of the canning replacement frequency affected the work of the motor, resulting in the order not being completed, our loss would be at least a hundred pounds. Your position determines that you cannot be responsible for this. So tell me now, before handling this, do you have Have you reported to anyone?"

The foreman wiped his forehead with an ugly expression: "No, sir, I thought it was just a trivial matter."

"I will let others count the number of cans. The original factory is also owned by a company invested by Pulitzer Company. They will draw up a work list in the near future. The specific time may be next week. I hope your personal decision-making will be left in it. Leave a trace. Otherwise someone is going to jail."

The foreman showed a very bitter smile. This expression was so obvious that anyone with eyes could tell that he had misappropriated this part of the property. However, Akzi seemed not to see anything and was still talking about the handover of affairs. thing.

Creighton had to interrupt Akzi's toying with his staff, because he was more concerned about the efficiency of what he was doing than the interests of the Presbyterian Church.

"How much did the Gray Hats give you?"

"What are you talking about? I have no contact with them."

Akzi's attitude gave the foreman a little confidence, and he thought he could still get through.

The lieutenant lifted one side of his coat and showed him his gun: "Stop pretending, I am the sheriff. The refined whale oil taken by the Gray Hat Gang will be used for crime, but they are hiding it now. If If you have any clues about them, it's best to tell them now. Because if their crime caused serious casualties, you, who supplied them with whale oil, would be worthy of hanging. If Mr. Gronier insists on asking you to compensate, we may still Your body will be sold to the medical school and used as compensation."

"do not do that!"

The foreman suddenly collapsed. The consequences were much more serious than going to jail.

The whale oil he stole was worth less than fifty pounds, so it wasn't worth his life, no matter how expensive it was.

"I swear I didn't know what they were going to do. When they came to me, they only said they were going to use it for private power generation. I thought they were going to build a secret base in the forest."

"A gang of some size has established a secret base in the forest. Why do you think it's the forest?" Creighton suddenly realized the important point mid-sentence.

The former employees of the Presbyterian Church were also attacked by Athena in the forest. Is there anything special here?

Before the foreman could speak, Akzi answered for him.

"Because there is an abandoned mine there, which is very suitable for hiding people or hiding stolen goods. I heard that different gangs will use it to hold black markets."

If you want to do something you don't want people in the city to know, the forest outside the city is obviously a good place to go.

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