Was this the secret gathering place of the Rebels?
Carrying a heavy oil canister filled with orange-red palm oil, Leon blended in with other Rebel procurement members and entered an old warehouse on Patriot Street in groups.
What appeared before Leon was not a dusty, dim warehouse packed with miscellaneous goods, but a lush, green valley dotted with numerous low buildings. Many people were bustling back and forth on the dirt paths they had dug by hand, busily preparing something.
Realizing something was off, he quickly took a deep breath, then pretended as if carrying the oil canister had exhausted him. Taking advantage of the moment he switched the canister to his other shoulder, he glanced around the surroundings.
Every other direction looked normal, with nothing to help ascertain his location, but in the northwest of the valley, a towering "7"-shaped giant tower could be vaguely seen in the clouds.
That steel-framed giant tower, constructed by the people sent from the Crolock Kingdom, was indeed the Boarding Tower used for embarking on rigid Sky Clippers. The short stroke at the top of the "7" served as the "platform" for passengers to board and disembark the Sky Clipper, making it one of the landmark structures of the Capital City.
If the Boarding Tower was to the northwest... then this must be a valley southeast of the Capital City?
With his exceptional eyesight, Leon found the Boarding Tower and confirmed his current position, causing him to involuntarily draw in a sharp breath.
Judging by the size of the Boarding Tower, this valley was roughly fifteen to sixteen kilometers away from the Capital City. He had just passed through a door and ended up directly more than ten kilometers away?
No wonder, no wonder the Secret Investigation Bureau almost turned the Capital City upside down yet couldn't find the Rebels' gathering place. As it turned out, this place wasn't even in the Capital City; it would be strange if they could find it!
*Truly...* *this spatial manipulation type of anomalous object was indeed a bit too outrageous!*
After committing his discovery to memory, Leon switched the oil canister from his left shoulder to his right. He suddenly felt a bit dizzy, stumbling back a half-step with weak legs. He then *instinctively* reached out to grab the door frame of the warehouse and had to "unavoidably" brace himself on the door handle to barely steady himself.
"Materialism" had no reaction.
Too bad, it seemed that although this door had the ability to traverse space, the warehouse door itself was not the anomalous object. Most likely, it was just some kind of vessel, or perhaps the "abnormal" didn't reside in the door frame and handle but adhered to something else...
"Hey, Baskin Junior?"
Unaware of Leon's ulterior motives and seeing him first gasping and switching shoulders, then suddenly stumbling and grabbing the door frame, the chubby uncle behind him quickly reached out to steady the oil canister, expressing concern as he advised,
"If you're not feeling well, just put the oil canister down and go home to rest. I can take another trip later."
Upon hearing the chubby uncle's words, Leon, who didn't know where his "home" was, quickly shook his head, declining the offer. He then steadied himself again, forehead veins bulging and sweat pouring down as he carried the oil canister, following the others toward the Warehouse.
*This kid...* *ah! He's just like his dad, a stubborn mule who won't be swayed even by nine bulls...*
Watching "Baskin Junior"'s sweat-soaked clothes and laboriously arched back, the chubby uncle, who was also carrying a large bundle, couldn't help but sigh. He then quickened his pace to catch up, prepared to lend a hand when the boy could no longer hold on, preventing the oil canister from cracking open and also saving Baskin Junior from hurting himself.
However, strangely enough, despite Baskin Junior appearing drained of strength, his body even swaying, he persisted for a long time, practically wobbling the entire way. Though he seemed about to fall at any moment, he managed to carry the oil canister all the way to the Warehouse successfully.
After taking the oil canister from Baskin Junior, the person responsible for tallying almost got pulled to the ground by its weight, narrowly avoiding being pancaked by the canister.
Stumbling a couple of steps before steadying himself, the clerk finally managed to hoist the canister up by pressing it firmly against his belly. Looking at "Baskin Junior," he remarked in surprise,
"What's going on? Why is this oil canister so full? Aren't they usually just half full?"
*Ah?* *Were the large palm oil canisters supposed to be filled only halfway?*
Upon hearing the clerk's question, Leon, who had knocked out the real Baskin Junior during the oil filling to take over his identity, felt a slight embarrassment. He then realized why the expression of the oil shop owner seemed so hesitant and on the verge of speaking at the time.
His family being small, they had always used small jars for oil, never having bought such a large canister. After knocking out the real Baskin Junior, he had naturally filled the canister to the brim before carrying it out.
The oil shop owner, having witnessed his "assault" on the real Baskin Junior and been instructed by Amy to cooperate, didn't dare to mention anything and just let him carry the huge oil canister away...
"I'm not sure either."
Wiping the sweat forcibly squeezed from his forehead, with a rather handsome face but a somewhat cold expression, "Baskin Junior," while working his shoulder, expressionlessly said,
"That's just how much the oil shop owner gave me. I also asked him, but he said there was no mistake, so I just carried it back."
Not surprised by "Baskin Junior"'s cold demeanor, the clerk pondered for a moment, then confidently stated,
"That might be because this batch of oil was nearly sold out, and with the transport trucks leaving soon, he was in a hurry to clear out the canisters to catch a ride to the station for new supplies. He might have just poured all the remaining oil into your canister."