Chapter 265 The Scenery of the Island

The sound of "Dang Dang Dang" sounded, and the noisy machinery stopped. The numb workers looked at the clock on the wall suspiciously, and found that it was not time to get off work.

Seeing the scene in front of him, the workshop director at the side suddenly sweated coldly. This is a big shot from an outer island. If he is frightened here, his job will be completely over.

Hearing the crying of children coming from under the machine, Charles knelt down on one knee and looked down.

Under the large and small gears, more than a dozen pairs of eyes blinked in panic.

The accompanying workshop director quickly knelt on the ground and yelled loudly at the bottom of the machine: "Get out! Who did this!!"

Soon, a ragged child crawled out holding his severed hand. He was shaking all over, not knowing whether it was from fear or pain.

The workshop director grabbed his clothes, brought him in front of Charles, and said flatteringly, "Sir, don't worry, I will definitely punish the little bastard who scares your pet!"

"What are they doing in the machine?" Charles asked.

"Although this model is more efficient than the previous ones, it needs a lot of dripping oil for a long time, so I hired these guys to lie down and do things."

Seeing the adults in front of him all looking at him, the child with the severed hand was terrified, and kept shrinking back, as if he wanted to hide under the machine.

"Why catch my mouse?" Charles looked at him calmly. This guy was indeed a child less than ten years old, and his emaciated body looked severely malnourished.

"Slap!" A slap directly covered the child's face, "I'm asking you something! Say it quickly!!"

"Because... because it's cute, I haven't seen a red mouse before, sorry." The tearful child replied with a choked voice.

When the workshop director heard the reason, he slapped him angrily, but it landed on Charles' iron hand.

The flesh collided with the steel, and his facial features were distorted due to the pain.

"Do you enter the factory at such a young age? What if your hair gets curled in?"

The workshop director endured the pain and quickly answered with a smile.

"It's okay, our factory is a regular factory, and they have bought insurance for these little guys, that, my lord."

Glancing at the child worker whose severed hand was still bleeding, the workshop director quickly turned around with a smile on his face again.

"Look, this guy's hand is already broken. If you throw it out, you will starve to death sooner or later. How about you let him go? Don't worry, I will send someone to beat him hard before leaving the factory to vent your anger."

Charles glanced at him in surprise, took out the check with his hand, wrote a number, and handed it over. "Look for someone to see if he can connect his hand well. If it doesn't work, give him a prosthetic."

When he saw several zeros on the check, the workshop director trembled suddenly, trembling as he wanted to say something.

Charles ignored him, turned around and walked out of the workshop.

After Charles left for more than ten seconds, he trembled violently. He kept patting the head of the child laborer next to him.

"Boy! We are going to get rich! Hahaha!! Your hands are so valuable!!"

After coming out of the workshop and looking at the rows of identical workshops, Charles had no interest in visiting any more. It is estimated that the inside is no different from this workshop. What is Futukang, this place is the real flesh and blood factory.

With Lily who had stopped crying, she walked towards the car next to her.

The car starts, the scenery outside is still changing, and Charles is still thinking about what just happened, those numb workers, that clumsy but inefficient machine.

Maybe others don't feel it, but Charles knows the power of this electrical industrial revolution.

This kind of power is stronger than the relics and the magic of the Western Sea Region.

Everyone said Swann had been in trouble lately, but as long as those factories were running, whatever trouble it was wasn't going to matter to him.

Charles is sure that after three years, regardless of the strength of that Julio, Swan's strength will definitely be stronger.

"Mr. Charles, those children are so pitiful. They look younger than me, but they have to do such dangerous things every day. Can we help them?" Lily, with her ears hanging down, said very sadly.

Touching its head with his hand, Charles didn't say anything.

He can't help this kind of help, unless the revolution of the workers in this world resumes, the only ones who can save them are themselves.

As the car drove into the center of the island, the mental outlook of the surrounding people began to change.

Like other islands, the people in the center of the island obviously dressed much better than those outside. Charles also noticed that a large number of people had white triangles on their foreheads.

The frequency of believers of the God of Light appearing here is a bit too high.

"Swann's cooperation with the Light God Sect seems to be very happy. He really doesn't mean to be on guard against these cults." Charles thought to himself.

Generally speaking, religion is a tool for the superior to paralyze the people below, but in order to consolidate their position, most governors will have certain control over the number of believers in their islands.

But judging from the scenery outside the window now, Swan did not stop the spread of the Light God Sect.

"Mr. Charles, look at that man! He's all made of steel, just like your hands!"

Charles looked in the direction it was pointing at. There were several strong men who were a few points taller than Elizabeth.

They were uniformly wearing dark green uniforms, depending on the style, their job was the sheriff of the island center.

But they are not ordinary people, and the hands between the collars are still under the light of the light, reflecting a metallic luster.

"Steel prosthetics all over the body?" Charles poked his head out in surprise.

As if noticing Charles' gaze, the leader turned his head and looked in the direction of the car.

When Charles first saw him, he thought the guy had a monocle, but soon he realized that was not the case.

The man's right eye socket had no eyeballs, and was completely replaced by a lens with blue reflections.

The blue lens quickly protruded and focused on Charles.

The car was fast, and the group of guys disappeared from Charles' sight, but Charles still had no peace in his heart.

He also has prosthetics, and he really didn't expect someone to replace his entire body with prosthetics.

Thinking of the puppet bear who installed prosthetics on himself before, the special functions of those prosthetics mentioned.

Charles understood that although there was nothing wrong with their expressions, each of these people was a very powerful murder weapon.

"In addition to "Lonka", there are many good things in the British Isle." Charles murmured to himself.

While Charles was thinking, the car stopped at the gorgeous Governor's Palace.