Gamers Are Fierce Chapter 96: Allegiance

The eighth floor of the apartment building is not the same as the seven floors below, and there are no rooms isolated from each other.

The entire eighth floor is a factory dedicated to Tama Riadi.

In the spacious space, the concrete walls are mottled, the windows are all closed, and there are no curtains. Instead, there are brown plastic curtains attached to the windows.

A long strip of lamps hangs from the ceiling, and under the lamps are workbenches.

Women, teenagers, and children wearing very old full-coverage respirators, sitting at workbenches, busy,

Around the work area, many gang members with machetes are patrolling.

There are various large plastic buckets on the wall, and many white square plastic containers with black skull patterns are stacked on the shelves at the back of the room.

"Hurry up! All hurry up!"

The short, dark-skinned man clapped his hands and shouted, "This shipment must be fully bagged by tonight!"

As one of the managers of the factory and a close subordinate of Tama Riyadi, he understood the importance of this shipment.

A few months ago, Santos Aquino, who represented the rebel forces, approached Tama Riadi, claiming that they had a new compound formula and process flow chart paper, and they needed to entrust Tama · Riady goes into production.

This kind of thing, Tama Riadi refused to believe at first,

With so many new compound products on the market, I have never heard of anyone taking the initiative to share new formulas or unique technological processes.

This thing is priceless, the kind that can't be bought with real money.

In the face of Santos' brother, Tama Riadi still let his subordinates try to produce a batch of goods,

I never thought that this batch of brand-new compounds, with pure taste and bursting effect, turned other products into **** in seconds.

Crucially, according to Tama Riady's specially hired chemist, the compounds miraculously do not cause any visible harm to the human body.

It's harmless, it won't make people look haggard, it won't make people fester, it won't make people lethargic, like a ghost.

Even, tasting it often can make people refreshed, refreshed, and in a very good state.

Like.... Coca-Cola? Or chewing gum? Red Bull?

The only downside is that if you don't taste it every day, it will make you feel uncomfortable.

I can't stand the slight changes in temperature. Any breeze blowing will cause severe itching of the skin all over my body.

The chubby man is not a chemist, but he is a factory manager,

Over the years, he has seen countless human tragedies caused by chemical compounds, and he knows that no matter how harmless these products seem, they will eventually pull people into the abyss.

In any case, Tama Riyadi still let his subordinates sneak new products into the market for sale,

The feedback received is excellent, and many poisonous insects are even willing to pay ten times the price of similar products to buy this new product.

After a while, the two sides hit it off, and Tama Riadi was responsible for producing this brand new product for Santos (and sometimes secretly stashing some products for chemical analysis, process improvement, sales, bribes),

The latter covers overseas transportation, marketing and other links.

As a close friend, the short, fat man knew that as the cooperation between the two parties continued, the relationship became closer, and Santos Aquino also brought another blueprint for Tama Riadi.

This drawing is an improved version of the original one. The process is more complicated and the preparation conditions are harsher.

But the effect of the product is also more powerful, even to the extent that it is unparalleled in the world.

The product made from this new blueprint is called "ephemera".

The production and packaging of Epiphyllum has become more confidential at the request of Santos,

It was all carried out in a dark room on the tenth floor, and the entire process was unknown to even the chubby man.

He only knows that these "ephemera" are sold all over the world,

In addition to the Philippines, there are regions on other continents that produce and sell "ephemera".

It's as if someone or an organization is pushing it with all their strength.

No matter what purpose these people have, they certainly don't care much about money, and they don't set a high price for short-lived and short-lived secondary products,

Otherwise, such a "harmless" compound is enough to build a huge empire for them.

With his thoughts pulled back, the chubby man looked around the factory and called out a few gang members with machetes to help the women refill the short-lived secondary products.

Even if the effect is a little inferior, these goods can be sold for a high price.

Outside the factory, a man named Chacha, Tama Riady's right-hand man, yelled into the walkie-talkie: "Hello? Hello? Can you hear me, big devil??"

There was a murmur on the walkie-talkie, and no response was heard at all.

After scolding, he inserted the walkie-talkie back into his waist. The short and fat man walked over hesitantly and said, "Chat, what's wrong? Is there any trouble with the big ghost?"

Chacha turned his head and stared blankly at the other party for a while, which made the latter's heart tremble and he felt uncomfortable.

Chacha is Tama Riyadi's gold medal fighter. He learned Pencak Silat (Pencak Silat, derived from Malay culture~IndoMTL.com~), a traditional Southeast Asian martial arts since childhood, and is widely spread in Southeast Asia. There are many variants, characterized by fast, ingenious, swift),

Has used his fists and a tiger claw knife to kill ten other gang thugs in an alley to contain him.

When he was stared at by Chacha, the short and fat man felt as if he was being watched by a tiger who was ready to choose someone to devour,

The heart beats continuously, and the chills on the back of the neck stand up.

After staring for a while, Zhacha withdrew his gaze and commanded coldly,

"The rest of the goods don't need to be packed for the time being. Let those women send the packed packages to the warehouse. You call all the remaining people who can be called over."

"Huh?"

The short and fat man was stunned when he heard the words. He only knew that a special operations team had rushed into the building.

But Tama Riady had obviously received the news before and arranged for his men to ambush,

The man said puzzled: "Didn't they have been dispersed, are you ready to end it? Why are you still fighting?"

Chacha said calmly: "You have too many words."

The chubby man shuddered, lowered his head, didn't dare to say more, ran back to the room, sent the women to deliver the goods, and told all the thugs to take their guns.

Chacha stood alone in the corridor. All the subordinates he sent downstairs had lost contact, and not even a bit of useful information was sent back.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and briefly spoke to Tamar Riady, asking the gang leader he was loyal to to prepare for the escape.

As for himself...

A smile appeared on the emaciated face of Chacha - he was willing to swear allegiance to Tama Riyadi and give his heart.