Chapter 326: One of the Safest Safe Houses

Evidence collection and contacting the victims still require a few days, but Simon Steg's award ceremony is this afternoon.

Ma Ma Zhaodi raised his hand to check his pink Peppa Pig wristwatch: "The gun shop and hospital business took quite a while. It's one o'clock in the afternoon now. What time is Steg's Annual Best Contribution Award ceremony?"

San San Bengzi answered instantly: "Three o'clock."

"Plenty of time—let's go to Steg Tower first, then I'll stir-fry two dishes for Daimao."

"Long live the boss, meow!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi mounted his motorcycle, Daimao leaped onto his head, and San San Bengzi shot off like a bullet, arriving beneath a large building.

Whether all large corporate headquarters like to add flashy designs to their exteriors is unknown, but Steg Industries' tower looks like a glass Rubik's cube with an uneven surface; it is neither symmetrical nor regular, yet because the entire surface is glass and the design is quite innovative, it does not look ugly.

"Blind guess: this isn't Steg's idea either."

"Correct. The building's designer was one of those two hundred-plus lawsuits."

"Habitually freeloading, huh."

One person, one cat, and one vehicle arrived in an alley outside the building. Daimao, with extreme stealth, looked around: "Boss, there's no one around now, meow."

"Perfect."

Ma Ma Zhaodi took out a thin sheet of wallpaper, placed it gently on the wall surface, and the paper, sensing the flat plane, immediately spread out automatically, flattening itself and adhering tightly to the wall.

The pattern on the paper was a large door, roughly two meters high and one meter wide. Once the wallpaper lay flat, the door pattern instantly came to life: delicate wooden grain on the door panels, bright metallic sheen on the handle, as if one could reach out and touch it.

So Ma Ma Zhaodi really reached out his hand, grabbed the doorknob, and opened the door.

"San San Bengzi, are you coming in?"

"I haven't finished my energy block yet."

"Then leave a part outside to maintain the disguise and keep watch."

"No problem."

Daimao jumped directly from Ma Ma Zhaodi's head into the door, Ma Ma Zhaodi followed by stepping in, and San San Bengzi, transforming into motorcycle form, followed last; before entering, one of its motorcycle handlebars automatically detached and fell to the ground.

Crack—

The door closed, leaving only the conspicuous wooden door wallpaper on the wall in the alley. The detached motorcycle handlebar immediately began to differentiate into countless fine, tiny particulate powders, which automatically moved upward along the base of the wall, adhering and climbing onto the wallpaper's surface, completely covering the paper pattern, then changing color to match the wall's material texture and hue.

Even if someone truly passed through the alley, or even reached out to feel this section of the wall, this thin, less than one-fifth of a millimeter thick, small protrusion with edges that transitioned smoothly into the wall surface would not attract any attention.

This was the reason Ma Ma Zhaodi abandoned using the warehouse as a safe house, because he had a better choice.

【Wallpaper Room (Small Apartment, Residential Style)

Price: 300,000 USD Asset Points

Note: Think it's too cheap? However, this is a product from Doraemon's future interstellar colonization era. With space resources no longer scarce, most of the Wallpaper Room's price lies in the space-folding technology used.

Note 2: The room comes with basic furniture and appliances, but its power supply requires an additional fee—or you must provide your own energy source.】

"Transformers are still too comprehensive." Ma Ma Zhaodi, having entered the door, checked the surveillance footage of the outside on his phone and couldn't help but sigh: "Nanobots are almost indistinguishable from omnipotence."

"Only a small part of my body consists of nanocomponents." San San Bengzi replied: "Without the support of a skeleton, if we were composed entirely of nanobots, our combat effectiveness in large-scale forms could not be guaranteed; there would be obvious weaknesses."

"It's enough already." San San Bengzi looked up; since Ma Ma Zhaodi bought this item not long ago, this was the first time she had entered the interior of this door.

Inside the door was a relatively spacious area, with an area roughly no different from an ordinary 100-square-meter residence. All household furnishings were present: kitchen, bathroom, living room, bedroom—except for a television, appliances such as the stove, refrigerator, water heater, and air conditioner were all present.

"To be honest, I seriously suspect this invention was used in their world to cope with nuclear war."

"Boss, it's time to stir-fry, meow."

"." Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at the wise-looking Daimao, couldn't help but vigorously rub its face, and threw it directly into the kitchen.

"Glutton, go practice your cooking skills!"

"Boss, this isn't what we agreed on, meow."

Daimao, with a face full of disappointment, picked up a spatula with its small round hands and ran to the refrigerator to get vegetables.

Ignoring its poor acting, Ma Ma Zhaodi opened the storage location of the System Shangcheng: "Next is San San Bengzi's energy block."

He took out a perfectly square, regular cubic purple energy block container from the system (although San San Bengzi insisted this thing was pink, Ma Ma Zhaodi stuck to his own view). Its material was transparent and smooth, but not glass; in fact, it was not any material found on Earth, but a product native to Cybertron.

San San Bengzi immediately transformed from motorcycle form into a nimble humanoid form, reached out with eyes shining to take the container, opened its lid, and poured all the purple liquid inside directly into her mouth.

Yes, the energy block was merely a container; the purple liquid energy inside was the true form, which was also why all energy blocks emitted purple light.

Gulp, gulp, gulp—

Looking like a drunkard chugging from a bottle.

"Take it easy." Ma Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes, then walked toward the small machine in the center of the room: "That whole block of energy should last you at least a year. If I hadn't bought one for you before, I never would have thought a robot could get drunk—luckily you don't go on a drunken rampage, otherwise I'd really have to control you."

"Burp~ Getting drunk is your human term." San San Bengzi's voice was already a bit wobbly: "We call this, burp!"

"Call what?"

"Burp! Temporary short-circuit of the brain's neural circuits caused by overcharging!"

Having said this, San San Bengzi collapsed directly onto the floor, emitting a faint and steady snoring sound.

Occasionally, tiny electric sparks would crackle from her body.

"No." Ma Ma Zhaodi looked at San San Bengzi on the floor and remarked expressionlessly: "I am quite certain this is called getting drunk."

He reached back and took another pink cube from the small machine, then stuffed the empty container from San San Bengzi's hand and the solar charging battery from her vehicle body into the machine together.

The machine silently restarted again, and the energy within the battery was continuously converted into concentrated purple high-energy liquid, filling one-tenth of the cube.

【Single-Serving Energy Block Production Device (Earth-Specific Modified Type, Convertible: Chemical Energy, Electrical Energy, Internal Energy, Thermal Energy, etc., Earth Energy Sources)

Price: 200,000 USD Asset Points

Note: Comes with a high-efficiency solar charging battery device upon purchase.

Note 2: Energy blocks are highly compatible, high-quality energy sources, capable of powering most electronic devices.】

(End of Chapter)