The work at the food processing plant came to an end. Quinn walked from the huge millstone to the sink. She began to wash the white flour on her hands with water that exuded a rancid smell. The city built on granite was short of water, and the water pipes

What flows out of it is ice-cold snow water.

The water was so cold that it almost pierced her finger bones. Her mind was in chaos, and she had been working since yesterday morning until noon today. Her resentment reached its peak at this moment, and in order to lurk safely, she entrusted Vallo to

Several mercenaries. And she disguised herself as an ordinary Noxian civilian and went to work in a food processing factory.

It is hard to imagine that in famine-ravaged Noxus, there were tons of wheat, countless dried meats and well-preserved vegetables.

The wheat is neatly stacked in the warehouse, the dried meat is hung on the roof, and the vegetables are gathered in the cupboards on the wall.

The people who processed these foods were hungry, and even Quinn almost fainted from hunger. She scraped off the grease and flour crumbs from her nails. She did this tiny movement extremely slowly, as if she was destroying it bit by bit.

Demacia's old enemy is the same as Noxus, who is feared by countless people.

'You will be buried in a grave eventually!' Quinn thought. Everything she did now was to fully destroy Noxus. She very much agreed with the plans of those mercenaries. A series of perfectly matched plans.

The plan amazed her. She never thought that some seemingly unrelated moments would become a deadly noose, gradually tightening around Noxus's neck, and finally separating it from its owner.

strangled.

After doing all this, Quinn shook off the water stains on her hands and quickly stuffed her wet hands into her pockets. The pockets made a jingling sound, and her fingertips touched a few hard things. This was her job

The reward is five Noxian copper coins.

The round metal manufacturing process is very backward, and the large number of uncut and polished rough edges makes the fingertips hurt. What can these copper coins do? They can't even buy a piece of bread, let alone fill their stomachs.

.In comparison, Demacia is a paradise where even the laziest guy can have enough to eat.

Half an hour later, Quinn showed up at the Salmon Restaurant. This was one of their strongholds in Noxus. Several mercenaries pretended to be chefs, waiters, and restaurant owners. It must be said that the food in this restaurant was terrible.

, buckwheat soup, dried vegetable rice, smoked pork legs, etc. Not only do they look ugly, but they also taste vaguely pungent.

Despite this, the Salmon Restaurant's business is still very prosperous. The cheap prices and large portions make civilians at the bottom of Noxus, low-level officers, and shabby government officials flock to it.

These people were sitting on the dining room table, sipping watered rum and talking in low voices. No one in Noxus dared to speak loudly in public, and no one dared to talk to strangers about what happened in the city-state.

matter.

If you are not careful, you will be arrested by the agents of the Military Justice Department. Then you will find that the guy who just complained about the war with you suddenly changes and can decide your own fate.

Quinn walked through the crowd, her eyes felt sore and stinging unbearably, her eyes were filled with tears, and her eyelids were blinking rapidly. The mercenaries stuffed two small gadgets into their eyes, and easily

Changed the color of his pupils to look more like a pure-blooded Noxian.

He opened the door to isolate the messy whispers outside. A small man wearing a white chef's uniform grinned at Quinn.

"You're back, how's it going?" The little man's name is Greg. He was a black-skinned alien a few days ago. He painted his head, face, and arms yellow with ginger juice to disguise himself as a Noxian. His eyes are amazing

There is no need to pretend, so the smile has a sense of schadenfreude.

Quinn nodded and said with blurry eyes, "Nothing happened. There is a large amount of food stored in the warehouse, and it is still increasing. Most of it has been made into military rations. It seems that the Noxian army will be

There is a big move." As a guerrilla, it is necessary to master certain analytical skills, and Quinn is a leader in this area, no less than Lux.

Greg put his hand in the soup pot, stirred it randomly a few times, then put the pot on the stove, where buckwheat soup was being cooked.

"The boss is waiting for you, it seems we will have work to do soon!"

Quinn blinked, lowered his head, took out the contact lenses from his eyes, and put them in a small box. He wiped the tears on his face with a dry towel and rubbed his dry eyes.

'They must be swollen,' Quinn thought to herself.

"It's going to get infected," Greg reminded kindly.

Quinn said firmly, "Stop talking nonsense." From time to time, these mercenaries would say some words that she didn't understand. She had never heard these terms before. It is said to be the indigenous language of Shadow Island.

Marcia was too far away. She had never been to that place, and the people of the Shadow Isles were too strange for Demacia.

The Tin Man who controls metal, the monster who digs graves in the middle of the night...

That place must be cursed with evil.

Quinn walked through the kitchen, kicking over a frying pan in the process.

"Be careful!" Greg yelled from behind.

Quinn stood in front of the closet and ignored Greg, who was nagging. She reached out and grabbed a cup on the closet, and turned it three times to the left and two times to the right. The closet immediately made a rattling sound as the hinges and

The sound of gears grinding.

A door that is narrow enough for only one person to pass through opens.

The bright light inside almost blinded Quinn's eyes. She closed her eyes and walked into the white room. There were several shadowless lamps above her head. The walls were covered with large and small LCD screens, and the pictures inside were all about Nok.

Sars scene.

Quinn recognized many places from above, including the infamous Brain Manor, the luxurious Sage's House, the garrison barracks, and even several noble bedrooms.

Several mercenaries sat in front of these strange things and kept knocking on the "small wooden boards" on the table. These small wooden boards were densely covered with raised small squares, and strange words were painted on the small squares. With a little force

It will make a "click" sound when pressed.

These people obviously discovered something. The clicking sounds were almost continuous. It was like the sound of dense raindrops hitting the windows, which made people panic.

'The storm is coming!' Quinn thought to herself.

"Monitor No. 1, turn left, the target is walking towards you."

"Received, aircraft seat No. 1 is on standby, with a good view. The dawn here is quiet, and the guests have appeared..."

"They stopped and seemed to be talking about this. Are there any chicks nearby? I need a pickup."

"Chicken No. 5 takes off, pickup ready. Grab the audio track..."

It has to be said that these mercenaries have a lot of skills. Quinn can clearly see a man and a woman standing on the street corner through the screen on the wall. The woman is wearing traditional Noxian clothing. A black hood covers most of her.

As for that man, Quinn's pupils shrank. She clearly recognized this guy. He and his companions killed four mercenaries on the snowfield. They even almost cut off Valor's claws.

"I have a feeling that if I don't seize this opportunity..."

"It's not up to me to say that Wang Hu... needs his help. You are right... the power of an individual is always small in a team."

The two men spoke so quietly that Quinn couldn't hear them clearly. But the mercenaries had excited smiles on their faces.

It looks like the situation is under control.

Quinn thought this way, and then walked up to a man. This man was extremely tall, two meters tall. Standing in this room, he could almost go through the roof. His broad back was very oppressive, making people stand under him.

I couldn't breathe smoothly in front of me.

"Marshall, I'm back." Quinn said softly, standing behind the man. The room was very warm, dispelling the chill from Quinn's body. She was drowsy from the heat, and she felt fatigue surge from her bones.

come out.

The man named Marshall is the leader of the Hurricane Regiment. He is currently wearing a black racer-shaped vest with a dragon tattooed on his arm. It is difficult to associate his current attire with the image outside the Snowfield Sojourn Ball, but

This is not the point.

"What have you found?" Marshall's voice was low, broad and magnetic. Unintentionally, it gave people a sense of safety and dependability.

"The Noxians are constantly collecting food, as well as a large number of military uniforms to keep out the cold. A large amount of wood was also found near the food factory, all of which were iron leaf trees collected from the Northern Iron Ridge Mountains."

"Iron leaf tree?"

Quinn smiled. The iron leaf tree is the main material for shipbuilding. These woods are dense and will not warp or crack despite being exposed to the sun, rain, dryness, and humidity. They are also water-resistant and fire-resistant.

It can resist the eating of sea insects in different sea areas, and more importantly, it is resistant to corrosion. Demacia's fleet uses these woods to build warships.

These mercenaries obviously don't know the usefulness of the iron leaf tree.

"Iron leaf trees are often used in shipbuilding."

"Oh!" Marshall muttered, "It seems that Noxus is preparing to launch a war on Ionia!"

"What? How is this possible? It's too ridiculous. You can't just make assumptions based on some iron leaf trees!" The exhaustion disappeared, and Quinn was so shocked by Marshall's words that he woke up. This was simply a joke, how could he

To put it this way, you must know that Noxus is confronting Demacia on the front line, and they have troops there to wage war.

Fight on two fronts, unless the Noxians are crazy!

Marshall did not explain to Quinn. He was attracted by the picture on the screen. Two naked men and a woman were talking to another man and a woman.

He sneered again and again, and finally caught you - Karen Darkwill!

"Preparing to collect intelligence, Soap turns on the loudspeaker and we broadcast live to hear what they have to say."

"ok!"

"Parker Soren, seize the opportunity. If the titanium needle can kill Karen, we can spend less effort."

"yes!"

The whole room suddenly became chaotic, and conversations between several people began to be heard.

But the good times didn't last long. The woman suddenly discovered something. She slowly raised her arms. A large number of lavender magic elements disrupted the screen. The scene on the screen was distorted. Suddenly it went dark and nothing could be seen.
Chapter completed!