Kapitel 1682: Compressed Magicite Cannon

Lu Yanlong hesitated.

There was nothing wrong with the commission.

The mechanic director of the company had already received the project and confirmed that it could be completed. He was preparing to enter the teleportation passage with the maintenance resources.

It was mainly because the reputation of the Obsidian Company was really not good.

It felt extremely unreliable.

Fang Heng thought for a moment.

"Let's give it a try."

The defense of the camp in front of him had increased by more than one level compared to a few days ago.

The inner area was heavily guarded, and it was not easy to sneak in and move the materials out.

A dead horse must be treated as a living horse!

Let's try it first.

If it could not be done, he could only think of a way to attack the federal camp together with Black Castle.

Tear down their homes!

Steal their goods!