My Players Are So Fierce – Handsome dog Frank

Chapter 2502 - 835: Now, Call Me Mo, the Tycoon, Mechanical Warlord, and Pioneer Creator Fei

After arranging the follow-up cleaning work in the Farwalker relic control room, Murphy set off for the lower level of the relic.

Just as he stepped off the levitating elevator’s steps, he felt something from behind hit him. He caught it lightly in his hand and found it to be a washed green apple.

"How childish! How old are you to still be playing this kind of game?"

Murphy smirked, put the apple in his mouth, took a bite, and looked back at Count Andrei, who was also holding an apple, as he approached with his "left hand" and "right hand."

The Governor was certain that Andrei’s Golden Bloodline was hiding in his shadow at the moment.

"Babro said there’s treasure down below, and he’s gone down ahead."

Count Bai of White Mountain said softly:

"I didn’t believe it at first, but now seeing you also heading down, I start to believe that Babro really has what he claims as a ’treasure-hunting sense.’ So, what’s actually down there?"

"Good question! But I’d prefer you use your eyes to see."

Murphy snorted, not refusing Andrei’s company, and said as they moved forward:

"Blood Fear Clan, besides being the best hunters among vampires, are also the most exploratory kin. It’s said that two hundred years ago, the Blood Fear Clan had already sent people to scout the new continent’s route, and they encountered disaster, forcing them to become pirates, but the exploratory spirit hidden within them never extinguished.

I believe Babro when he says he has a treasure-hunting sense; he’s the best pirate in the Misty Sea. If he couldn’t smell the treasure, then there’d be a real problem.

But this big treasure belongs to me, so don’t expect me to just give you two a share."

"I do have a family business."

Andrei said disdainfully:

"Could I be interested in what little you have?"

"Hmph, so what if you’re rich?"

Murphy, the poor guy, retorted sourly but then took a bite of the apple and said:

"This is something money can’t buy, forget it, I’ll let you two witness it. However, it’s something only you should know about. Do you understand what I mean?"

"Don’t worry, our friendship is invaluable. I won’t betray it for a trivial benefit."

Count Bai of White Mountain chuckled and followed Murphy quickly into the lower part of the relic. As soon as they reached the entrance of the lower space, they saw Babro and his flashy First Mate lying there, using a very professional method trying to pry open the power lock blocking further entry.

The sight almost made Murphy die of laughter.

Do these guys really not understand the value of the Creator’s relic?

Isn’t it a bit far-fetched to use burglar tools to try to open such a mechanically encrypted passage?

Speaking of which, it’s said there’s a rather neurotic element in the Blood Fear Clan’s inheritance, which Murphy didn’t believe before, but now it seems that these Blood Fear Pirates really are foolish...

"Click."

Before Murphy could finish the mockery in his heart, the heavy, intricate lock in front of him made a muffled sound.

Then, under the cheers of the pirate duo and the stunned gaze of Murphy and Andrei, the technology lock from the Golden Age of the Eden District was actually pried open by Babro and Claire using a clumsy method!

This... this this this...

Although more than a thousand years have passed, the Creator Technology’s shelf life shouldn’t be this short, right?

Damned!

Could it be that the Twilight Servants back then also used such a clumsy method to pry open the doors of the Creator’s land?

"Warning! Malicious theft and destruction detected! This warehouse is a secret location of the Farwalker Company! Lethal force activated! Annihilation program online!"

Before the pirate couple who pried open the door could step forward to check, a shrill warning sounded from the doorway. The heavy mechanical door pushed open to both sides, and blue laser beams shot out, precisely targeting Babro and Claire’s foreheads.

With the tooth-grinding sound of gears turning, two sets of mechanical cannons popped out from the dark interior of the warehouse in a "light wing deployment" manner, rapidly forming six-barreled large-caliber cannon tubes, with orange-red light pouring out from the rapidly rotating gun muzzles.

The pirate couple’s eyes widened, but being locked onto by such level weapons, there was no time to run.

"My life is over!"

Babro shielded Claire behind him, making a gesture of spreading his arms, closing his eyes as if preparing to die heroically, but Murphy smirked. That cunning guy surely knew that Murphy was nearby, so he made such an exaggerated move.

If these two explorers hadn’t made even this bit of preparation and dared to come pry open the Creator’s lock, the Blood Fear Clan wouldn’t have been able to last more than two hundred years.

He expressionlessly pressed down on Andrei, who was about to step up to help, signaling him not to move.

And seeing Murphy was not planning to help, the pirate couple, who were ready to die heroically, immediately burst into bats to escape, dodging the deadly lock-on of the heavy artillery in this way.

"Handsome Murphy, wouldn’t this count as standing by and doing nothing?"

Babro’s figure reappeared in the safe zone, and he leaned there, stretching his voice to say:

"I thought we were friends."

"You two came to steal my stuff without my permission, not leaving you out in the sun to die has already proven our friendship, so don’t overthink it."

Murphy jabbed back, and under the gaze of others, he walked normally into the target area of the heavy firepower, allowing the blue targeting lasers to shine on him.

A few seconds later, as the electronic sound softened, the dangerous firepower line changed back and retracted into the ground just as it appeared, actively unlocking the subsequent three locks, revealing a fully armed container to Murphy.