Empires Start with Lords

The attendant opened his mouth to refute, but didn't know where to start.

But he heard his companion continue to say: "Moreover, I think Lord Ross is actually quite kind. For example, I have never seen him abandon ordinary civilians for profit."

The attendant was stunned when he heard his companion's words.

He thought for a while, and found that what his companion said was indeed no exaggeration.

Immediately, he also fell into deep thought...

At this moment,

Ross is on his way to the machine shop.

After he came out of the government affairs hall, he did not rush to the Hand of Hope immediately.

Before that, he had to go to the machine shop to confirm one thing.

That is to say, have all the parts of his 'Truth Spreader' finished, and by the way, hand over the new batch of parts manufacturing drawings to the machine factory.

Ross rode on the white back and looked at the bustling crowd on the street with a satisfied smile on his face.

My own layout and hard work for so long have finally come to fruition.

However, a few black smoke pillars standing in the air in the distance seemed so out of tune with this bustling scene.

Ross frowned as he looked at the black smoke pillars that destroyed the picture. The end of those black smoke pillars that were destined to not exist in the future was already doomed.

Ross was thinking about whether to throw these heavily polluted factories into the Shield of Hope or the Hand of Hope.

After an unknown amount of time, Da Bai has brought him to the machinery factory.

Ross glanced at the completely new machinery factory in front of him and nodded with satisfaction. Then he dismounted and walked towards the machinery factory.

Only this time, I didn't see that slick factory manager.

Ross took a turn in the factory and watched the machine parts he designed were built one by one, which was another experience.

What is this called? living comfortably without anybody's help. It won't rely on any ghost system!

"Master Ross, why are you here? Don't tell me in advance, so we can clean up and prepare."

At this time, a middle-aged man came over and followed Ross. His voice was a bit vicissitudes, and Ross knew that it was not the sleek fat factory manager.

Ross glanced at him and said, "Passing by, stop by and have a look. You can work normally, but production is important. You can't slow down production because of anyone, not even me, understand?"

The middle-aged man said, "Yes, yes, Lord Ross is right. We must keep it in our hearts."

Ross nodded and asked, "Now you are the person in charge here?"

"Yes, my esteemed lord." The man said, "Mr. factory manager promoted me to be the deputy factory manager here, and I will help watch the officials here when he has something to do."

After listening to his words, Ross glanced at him in surprise. Then he asked, "Are you a relative of your factory manager?"

The man shook his head and said, "Lord Ross, the factory manager has no kinship with me. We are just ordinary colleagues. Why do you ask that?"

Ross said, "It's nothing, just ask casually."

In fact, Ross can also see that this person and the slick factory manager are basically not related. Because the difference in appearance between the two is too great.

But Ross couldn't help but confirm it.

When Ross got the results, he couldn't help but think: This factory manager is quite a man, and he is not ambiguous at all in key areas. The details are also well done.

So Rose turned around in silence for a while. Sure enough, the safety measures in the entire factory are in place.

He nodded with satisfaction, took out a few blueprints from his arms and handed them over to the deputy factory manager who had been with him since just now.

Said: "The parts on these drawings are new things. Except for the parts needed by the 'Truth Spreader', all other parts will be stopped and the parts on the drawings will be produced."

The deputy factory manager hurriedly reached out to take the drawings, and then solemnly said to Ross, "Don't worry, we will definitely live up to your expectations of us."

Ross nodded, then stretched out his hand and patted his shoulder, then turned and left here and walked outside.

The deputy factory manager looked at the drawings with strange things in his hand, scratched his head, and then walked to the office.

The drawings that Ross gave this time were the parts drawings of the internal combustion engine, although he had made them once before. But this is an exclusive and improved version of the high-horsepower internal combustion engine that has been re-exchanged by the system.

That's right, Ross is already planning to develop the real killer, the invincible king on land - the 'Tank'.

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night,

the hand of hope,

The bright moon still hangs quietly in the sky, fighting against the darkness everywhere with its pure brilliance.

In a building that didn't look very conspicuous from the outside, there was a lot of shouting and fighting.

This is a unique feature of the entire Hope Land, Black Fist Tube.

The boxers here are all gangsters and thieves who have done bad things in the Land of Hope and its surroundings before, bullying men and women.

After capturing them, Ross ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ handed them over to Patton to deal with.

At that time, Patton looked at a large number of vicious criminals, and his mind was a mess.

In the end, he had to ask for help from his dog-headed military division, the head of the logistics department. Although the two are close friends, they are completely different.

Unlike Patton's case of scratching his head when he encounters other things in addition to the war, the logistics officer is a rare talent in handling some trivial matters.

So under his idea, there was this boxing gym.

In the center of the gym, inside the octagonal cage, a middle-aged man fell to the ground, struggling to stand up.

On the opposite side of him, another man stood up staggeringly, his eyes fixed on him. At the same time, he was breathing heavily, but his footsteps stopped taking a step forward.

"Get up! Haven't you eaten yet?"

In the surrounding stands, some people looked angry and roared at the man lying on the ground.

"Let him die! Let him die!"

Another group of people with ruddy faces shouted excitedly at the other standing man, with undisguised excitement in their voices.

This is the black fist pipe.

It is full of gamblers who are separated from their wives and children and dreaming of making a fortune overnight, and scoundrels who spend a lot of money.

A place full of violence and lust.

At this moment, a figure appeared, passed through the crowd, and walked silently towards the innermost part of the gym.

In the excited atmosphere, no one noticed this guy who was out of tune with this place.

At the moment, Barton was sitting in a position with an excellent view, watching the once mighty and arrogant gangsters fighting like wild beasts in the cage.

This is one of the few recreational activities for the old general who lacks hobbies.