"There's a large stash of alcohol fuel in the backup generator room," Qiwei said as she stood up and started walking out.
Mercer reached out and patted Rebecca's shoulder, "Don't worry, Qiwei must have thought this through already, nothing will go wrong, just trust her."
"I know... it's just, um..."
Rebecca felt that her questioning seemed a bit distrustful towards Qiwei, and could only honestly say, "I'm just afraid she's emotionally charged..."
Qiwei indeed appeared somewhat unfamiliar earlier—she was always quiet, but today, she seemed unexpectedly fierce.
"I'm very calm." Qiwei even had the leisure to turn around and flash a satisfied smile at her, then stand in the living room with a gleeful gaze at the man suffering.
At this moment, the man in the living room was still under the influence of the Super Dream Headband, silently gaping as if screaming in agony.
His body occasionally trembled violently, then shivered and remained motionless, constantly cycling through pain, waiting for the eventuality of brain death.
The reason Black Mewtwo is referred to as Black Mewtwo is, on one hand, because the content is dark and not officially produced.
On the other hand, because the content is overly stimulating, some even exceeding human nerve tolerance limits, even avid Black Mewtwo fans often won't set the realism of Mewtwo too high.
Some people even block out pain, simply aiming to experience emotional impacts like 'despair.'
But this man obviously didn't have that luxury. To ensure that this pain met her requirements, Qiwei had even personally experienced a portion of it to guarantee the man's death would be sufficiently painful.
A 100% authentic death experience, relentlessly cycling through various methods of demise—this path to death was one that quite a few Black Mewtwo enthusiasts dream of achieving.
According to them, dying once in this manner equates to dying a dozen times, earning a dozen lives in the process!
Qiwei took out another cigarette from the pack, picking up a lighter from the living room as she did so. This classic metal-cased fuel lighter wasn't cheap, with a beautiful angel motif on the silvery metal exterior.
After lighting her cigarette with it, she tucked it into the small pocket behind her Black Customer Service outfit.
"Let's go."
Qiwei took one last look at the still convulsing man, transmitted a timed program to his brain-computer interface, ensuring that once the time came, as long as the interface still functioned, it would fry his brain—this was to ensure he would indeed die.
Then, she took a step forward, leading Mercer and the others out of the dormitory building.
"Is there no one else in this building?" Rebecca glanced around.
"No, he is now the manager of the factory. As per his methods, those foremen still have to stay in the factory to supervise the workers," Qiwei mocked with a smile, "and that's precisely why no matter how loudly he screams, no one can save him... ha, it's a pity, really, it would have been better if he suffered under everyone's gaze."
She shook her head, then effortlessly led the group into the factory through the side door.
As Qiwei walked, she looked around, everything here echoed her memories exactly, albeit older and more nauseating.
But fortunately, this allowed her to effortlessly lead Mercer and the others to the security room inside the factory. After dealing with the security personnel inside, she took over the equipment controls of the entire factory.
Qiwei used the security server's permissions to send out an emergency meeting notification, causing those foremen and small managers to quickly assemble in the meeting room at the back of the factory, bewildered and glancing at each other.
Once she confirmed the management was all in the meeting room, Qiwei didn't even need to leave the room. She watched, expressionless, as people gathered in the meeting room, then directly transmitted the Magic Puppet Program to them through the factory server.
The local server automatically started working, progressively sending the Puppet packages. Those without ICE protections, still connected to the internal server network, began crying and screaming one after another, clutching their heads and arms in agony.
This method of automated server upload, utilizing the same principle Mercer used in Arasaka, despite lacking the deep dive required to mobilize computing power precisely, was more than sufficient.
For no one could save them, Qiwei had ample time to handle them one by one.
Rebecca and V exchanged looks: "That simple? Feels like we didn't even need to come, solving such a big factory just like that?"
"It's all thanks to Mercer's universal hacking program, opening doors, seizing server access, just uploading the program already grants ownership... truth be told, such a program if sold could probably be worth hundreds of thousands of Euros."
Qiwei unplugged the line connected to the server, then casually pressed the emergency alarm button in the security server.
Suddenly, all equipment in the factory ceased to operate, and the workers, stunned for a moment, immediately followed the evacuation program's voice guidance and ran outside.
Subsequently, Qiwei leisurely led the group to the backup generator room to pick up a few barrels of alcohol fuel, then poured it into the corridor leading to the factory district.
"It's really a shame, if only we could take this equipment, it might save Mercer quite a bit of money, right?"
Rebecca remarked, suddenly feeling a bit distressed—should've brought more people along, driven a truck, no point in burning it all, might as well loot them all instead.