บท 1267: Untitled

As it wasn't easy to cultivate poppies, the mercenaries patrolled often so that the farmers didn't have other thoughts. Likewise, this area became the most heavily guarded region.

Inside the wooden hut amidst this sea of flowers, Bo Jiu carried her rifle, passing one of the farmers, her actions fierce and menacing. No one suspected her even after she had arrived at the engine room.

In order to enter the engine room, Bo Jiu would have to recite a password. She paced about to and fro, looking like a guard on patrol but in reality, she was listening to the password. Three batches of men had entered since she had waited but each had different passwords. With such a defense system, it would be hard to enter even with her memory.