Chapter 463: Chapter 463

The bullets and the boxes were deadly heavy. Even if she were Hercules, how much could she possibly move? Could a person move several tons of bullets without any mechanical help? The exit was hundreds of meters away. Even if she were Hercules, did she have the endurance to carry them that far? And how much could she actually carry?

"Fifty kilograms at most. The best record in our team was someone carrying ten boxes, 120 kilograms, which is about 10,000 bullets, roughly equivalent to 300,000 Virtual Coins."

Jun Jia found a spot to sit down and leisurely shook his leg. He guessed that the woman would drag them using her clothes, but a normal person would run out of energy after just a hundred or two hundred meters. Even someone trained might not be able to carry ten boxes of bullets that far, let alone how such a petite woman could manage to drag the bullets to the main gate.

Time was pressing. Jing Shu first confirmed the type of bullets she needed and, to her surprise, found there was even large-caliber ammunition for the German MAN roof-mounted recoilless guns.

Then, according to her needs, she stacked up the boxes one by one. The saying ’a snake trying to swallow an elephant’ perfectly described Jing Shu in this moment. She stacked boxes ten high, reaching two meters, and arranged them into sixteen rows in total, forming a small mountain of ammunition. To move 2 tons of bullets and boxes all at once was impossible for Jing Shu. Not only would she die of exhaustion, but it would also draw unwanted attention.

Shocking! A woman in Wu City lifted 2 tons of bullets and strode briskly, only to be captured by the [Sponsorship-Seeking Research Institute] for study, suspected of having evolved a new gene! Such news would be nothing but trouble for me. The greatest advantage humans have is their brains, after all. And the brain is a fantastic thing.

"Just asking, will these bullets explode if they’re crushed?"

Jun Jia made a ’PFFT!’ sound of contempt. Shaking his leg, he informed the ignorant Jing Shu, "Only black powder would explode. These are treated with desensitized TNT. They only explode with a detonator."

"Then I’m relieved." Jing Shu clapped her hands and took out some special steel wire she had gotten from Qian Duoduo. She chose the large-caliber bullets, placed them one by one under the bottommost ammo box, and then gave it a test push.

"SQUEAK!" The bullets were slightly deformed by the pressure. Their altered, now somewhat elliptical, shapes made it difficult to push the stack any further; it got stuck. This implied that stacking the boxes so high made them too heavy and would impede progress.

Jing Shu began to adjust the positions, placing only eight boxes in a stack.

"Hurry up, you only have fifteen minutes left, and you haven’t even started moving." Jun Jia frowned. What is this little girl trying to do? She spent ten minutes moving out all these boxes of bullets; is she planning to take them all? Is she crazy?!

She has spent another five minutes tying things up, conducting various experiments. Is she planning to bind bullets beneath those boxes and use their rounded heads to move forward? However, such smooth bullets can’t be fixed in place. Once fixed, they can’t be rolled like a cartwheel, just as her experiment showed—at most, she could only push the bullet-supported boxes forward a meter. How long would it take to push them to the door that way?

In the end, bullets are not wheels; they are oddly shaped, pointed at one end and flat at the other. How could they possibly serve as rolling wheels? Dream on!

Heh, it’d be best if she dawdles a bit longer. When time’s up and she can’t take a single bullet, I’ll just give her some random stuff to send her away, Jun Jia thought.

Having completed her trial, Jing Shu began to assemble rapidly, weaving two narrow but very long tracks. In Jing Shu’s hands, the large-caliber bullets swiftly transformed into tracks. Jun Jia’s mouth hung open. These large-caliber bullets, dammit, are good stuff! Well...

Anyway, she can’t take them out. At worst, we’ll just have someone clean up and put them back later, Jun Jia mused.

Jun Jia checked his watch. "Only five minutes left, and you haven’t even left yet! Even if you run, you won’t make it out. Just give it up and pick something else so you can leave."

Jing Shu let out a long sigh, having just fitted the last section of track. She clapped her hands and said, "Perfect timing. Let’s go."

As she spoke, she pulled forcefully. The first row of boxes started moving. Then, under Jun Jia’s stunned gaze, these stacked boxes began to roll forward, one row after another, like a train. A faint creaking noise accompanied the movement, as the square-ended bullets, pieced together to form the tracks, created indentations that perfectly cradled the four corners of the boxes above, holding them securely.

Each ’car’ was a stack of only eight boxes, but there were a total of twenty such ’cars,’ all connected by steel wires. The lowest layer comprised large-caliber bullets woven into two long tracks on the ground. These tracks continuously propelled them forward. It looked as if twenty train cars, each with its own tracks and linked by steel wires, were being powered by a locomotive. Jing Shu was that locomotive.

Jing Shu ran ahead joyfully while Jun Jia chased after her, sweating profusely. A mix of fear, a sense of the absurd, and disbelief surged within him. Has the world gone mad, or have I? What the heck is this woman doing? Can bullets actually be used as wheels?

Though Jun Jia kept cursing, hoping the rope would break midway or that the entire assembly would just fall apart, the ’train’ seemed as steady as a rock.

"Slow down, I can’t keep up!"

Wasn’t she supposed to be a simple porter, just using her own strength? And yet, she’d sneakily added wheels! Follow current novels on 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

"We won’t make it on time if we don’t hurry."

"You’re cheating! This doesn’t count!"

"I used the method you mentioned, dragging with a rope, right? I also used the tools I had on me; I didn’t leverage any outside force. As for the bullets underneath, there were no rules saying they couldn’t be used as a base. If you want to cry foul, we can go talk to your brother-in-law and see what he says."

Jing Shu was a seasoned pro at this, moving quickly, precisely, and steadily. Jun Jia, the greasy, middle-aged, chubby man, simply couldn’t keep up. By the time he huffed and puffed his way out, Jing Shu was nowhere in sight.

Only the old gatekeeper remained, scowling as he held out his hand. "You need to settle the bill for the ammunition that was just taken."

Oh, nephew, it looks like your uncle might have to dip into your little piggy bank again. I’m so sorry... Jun Jia lamented internally.

"Suddenly, a directive came from higher up today, swapping my name in for a deputy director slot that was meant for someone else. Now even the director is very polite to me."

Mrs. Jing added, "A while ago, Minister Niu said his successor for his position was already decided. But today, I was suddenly notified that I will take over his position after some time! Minister Niu said that my backer must be incredibly powerful to have pushed out the internally decided candidate so easily. He also remarked that I’d jumped four ranks in just two years, a faster rise than even he had managed!"

Mr. Jing and Mrs. Jing exchanged looks. What a coincidence! they thought, then glanced toward Jing Shu, who was arranging ammunition in the warehouse. Could it be our daughter’s doing again? Yet today, our daughter is unusually excited. She didn’t even mind that Su Long ate all the baked gluten and cold skin noodles Grandma Jing had made especially for her.

Instead, she smiled tenderly at Su Long and said, "If it’s all eaten, no big deal. We’ll just make more."