Vault 70?

Karl Taylor really was a rare good boss.

Though he had talked about giving those slackers a proper lesson, declaring that they would not be going anywhere and could only wait obediently until the shift change—

once everyone had gotten their work in order, he still waved a hand and treated everyone to beer.

He even told the Barghest personnel delivering meals to bring the food straight into the sub-armory.

"Work hard! After you eat, another shipment will arrive this afternoon. If you do a good job, I'll call in the robotic guards for duty and let you off a few hours early."

Despite what he was saying, Karl Taylor was not violating any Barghest rules.

If anything, the fact that he had thought of using robotic guards to rotate shifts meant he was quite responsible. No wonder Hansen and the other Barghest higher-ups had chosen him to guard the sub-armory.

If they had handed this job to the people below—never mind whether they could keep the armory secure—they would probably rely on robotic guards all day long.

They might even steal from the very place they were meant to guard, secretly hauling equipment out of the sub-armory to sell.

That sort of thing was not unusual within Barghest at all. Though anyone caught would absolutely be hung up as an example, there were always people willing to take the risk when profits were involved.

Faced with Karl Taylor's promise—which was not empty talk and would truly be honored if they worked steadily—his seven subordinates all nodded.

Then they took their lunches one after another and found places to sit.

Compared to the four Barghest members who had already been working in the sub-armory, the three newcomers seemed unfamiliar with their other colleagues because they had only just arrived.

They