I'm the King Of Technology

Chapter 1530: Move In!!!!

With a firm expression, Lucy gave several hand signals, and the snipers quickly took the shots.

Thup! Thup! Thup!

Lucy glanced at the time on her arms-shield guard, inwardly doing a countdown in her mind.

The special tranquilizer had a fast reaction time, as well as a fast recovery time.

At most 10 minutes after sleeping, the guards would regain consciousness.

This was why it was called the 'blink.'

Those hit would hardly notice anything out of place.

Lucy thinned her lips, looking at the guards protecting the caravans.

5, 4, 3, 2, 1...

Bam!

The guards fell like flies while surrounded by several dogs pretending to bite them hard.

From a distance, it truly looked like the dogs were ripping these men apart without delay, seemingly enjoying the taste of 'human flesh.'

How brutal.

The burly man and others, all distorted faces, seeing the cruel fate of their comrades.

Of course, their attention no longer focused on these men, already taking them as dead.

No... It can be seen that their focus was now on the many dogs around them that increased in number, thanks to many others appearing out from the woods and joining in in the battle.

Dammit!

Left, right, up, down...

The dogs jumped at them in all directions, making it hard for them to keep watch of the caravans.

On the edge of one of the caravans, Lucy and several others resumed crawling position while having the many dogs cover them.

Those glancing from afar would only think the dogs were biting off chunks of meat from those sleeping guards.

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Roll!!

Lucy rolled under the caravan, reaching the other side.

The caravans were chained in 2 positions by several long chains pinned together with several metal hooks.

Seeing this, Lucy and several others quickly went to work, acting like bomb specialists in some spy movie.

'First, remove the spiral latch... Then, remove the T-shaped latch... Followed by the O-shaped one.'

Damn her trembling hands.

Lucy felt she was on fire, feeling a thick layer of sweat cover her.

Her emotions were turbulent as she went over the instructions severally.

Make no mistake!

Though the invention of the Padlock was slow forthcoming in this world, these ancients still had their ways of keeping things on a tight lock.

The chain and latch locking mechanism required one to follow a particular sequence when unlocking the barred doors.

Moreover, the latches could only be undone by a particular shaped metal mainly carried around by those guarding the caravans.

How to say it?

Just as every screwdriver had particular nails they focused on, these metal sticks were shaped and carved to only unlatch these particular hooks.

Again, one can't carry wooden twigs or stick objects of lighter weight to move these heavy latches around.

But what is also amazing is that though the latches can only be opened with a particularly shaped head, one must also pay attention to the order in which they're opened.

Sure enough, the ancients were a scary group.

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Lucy took deep breaths, working on unlocking the many latches before her.

The mechanisms were similar to pulley systems that only had to operate in particular sequences.

Lucy held out each metal head, going over which fitted what.

All metal heads were placed in far circular keychains.

The task was daunting, seeing as time was no longer on their side.

They had to hurry things up before the caravan's delayed arrival caused the enemy to send others to check things out. They too were working on a time limit, not wanting to drag things any further than need be.

7 minutes more...

The gang was now on their last latch.

~Chang!

Success!

The gang carefully unwrapped the many layers of chains away.

And with a fearsome tap on the horses, as well as a little bit of assistance, the horses shook fiercely, swaying the now opened barred doors.

And sure enough, even though some women were scared, one should know that the battle outside had already echoed in their ears.

So in this case, should they stay out and wait for death?

Some felt they should sit silently, while others felt their lives were on the line, and they had to make a break for it. This chapter is updated by Novᴇ(l)Fɪre.net

Additionally, the horses shook so much, forcefully sending the sardine-packed ladies flying out of the caravans before they could react.

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The caravan!!!

Those battling the dogs all trained their heads in rage, already thinking that these women should have stolen the metal heads from the dead guards, managing to free themselves.

Obviously, dogs can't undo these many latches. So it must be these women.

The burly man's face free grim, seeing the women run off in several directions.

"Finish off these beastly dogs can't and grab the women!!"

If the women escape, this secret path might one day no longer be a secret anymore.

Dammit!

The burly man swung his sword viciously, wanting to end things fast.

But back in the forest, the Baymardians were quick to tranquilize several running women, carrying them away as fast as they could.

Lucy touched the necks of several fallen women.

"Gone... Warrant Officer Mia, you'll be taking her place... You know what to do."

"Affirmative!"

With that, the female soldier took in a deep breath and began running about crazily too.

She looked weak, pitiful, helpless, and dressed similarly to these women.

These were the common harlot attorney dawned in Titarian.

She also covered her face with dirt and grass and used small stones and twigs to create uneven tension on her fabric, making her appearance look all the more convincing.

She already knew the drill.

After getting captured, she and the other Baymardians would attest to taking the keychains and unlocking the latches.

No matter what, the enemy wouldn't kill or overly torture them since they were now taken in as 'commodities.'

The plan was good, seeing as the captured women had skin tones ranging from blue to dark-skinned and pale-skinned.

So all they had to do was replace the pale skimmed women in the bunch... Not all, but just some.

As for the women they tranquilize, they should sleep for no less than 10 hours.

By then, shouldn't the entire battle be done and over with?

Holding the red whistle, Lucy blew it 4 times in sequence.

Fhee-fhee-fhee-fhee~

The dogs knew exactly what that meant.

Phase 2 was completed.

Time for them to pretentiously lose and flee the scene!!