Noel immediately arranged for people to steal from the voting stations after receiving Lin Qi's orders.
Just as Lin Qi had expected, the warehouse used to store the voting stations was barely guarded. There were not even any patrols! Voting stations would certainly sell for a good price to the Federal Government, but if they were sold to a scrapyard or somewhere similar, they might only be worth a few dozen dollars.
There was nothing particularly valuable about them. Their manufacturing technology was worthless to scrapyards, and even if the voting stations were brand-new, no one could sell them.
Who the hell would buy a voting station for fun?
They must have been asking for the Federal Bureau of Investigation to get bored! Their value was too low, while stealing them was too risky. Even if they were left by the roadside, hardly anyone would touch them! It was precisely because they had no great "theft value" that the voting stations were so loosely guarded.
Only the guard room at the entrance to the Warehouse District had its lights on. None of the other warehouses had night guards assigned to them.
Noel personally took action. With his men, he easily pried open the warehouse lock—a classic brass lock.
A fairly well-known burglar took roughly twenty seconds to open it.
If the weather had not been so cold, with scattered snowflakes drifting down and freezing his hands until they became stiff and clumsy, he might have opened it in ten seconds! Once the warehouse doors were open, the group swaggered inside without making any attempt to hide.
There were carts inside the warehouse for moving the voting stations, which saved everyone a great deal of time. Before long, the voting stations had been carried out, loaded up against the side wall