"Why don't you guys try to send a million-ton warhead down there by any means necessary?"
"If we could send it down, these guys would probably ship over ten million tons without batting an eye."
"..."
Cai Qidong was speechless. Honestly, right now, the only things we can be sure to get through are these burial items.
If they really could send down more, the Scorching Sun Department would absolutely send an unmanned mechanic below; Big Mushroom wouldn't even flinch.
Cai Qidong picked up the crossbow arm, estimating it to be a meter and a half long, with a carbon fiber shell and reinforced skeleton inside.
"Let's try it first, see if you guys' ridiculous stuff can count as burial items..."
"Why wouldn't it count? It's exterior decoration. According to archaeological digs, ancient burial goods sometimes wrapped candles in gold, totally normal. This one just fits the era—shouldn't be an issue."
