After the final explosive collar stopped flashing, Lindbergh finally stood up from in front of the console.
He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked back at the crowd continuously pouring into the underground tunnel.
"The collar system is dealt with."
"Next--"
His gaze shifted to the other side of the control room, where the Central Granary of the Holy Land connected with the entire material dispatch system.
Lindbergh grinned.
"It's time the gods went hungry."
He squatted back down, jamming his tools directly into another set of control lines.
He had to be careful with every step while hacking the collar system just now.
But now, he did not need to.
Snap!
The line was forcefully ripped apart, and the entire control panel instantly lit up with a blinding red glow.
"Main fire control."
"Material isolation doors."
"Refrigeration systems."
Lindbergh's hands operated at lightning speed as safety measure after safety measure was forcefully shut down.
"Not a single thing gets left behind."
Meanwhile, the Central Granary.
Space twisted slightly, and Sabo appeared out of thin air inside one of the large warehouses.
Yet the moment he stood steady, he froze.
Too much.
Row upon row of huge shelves extended all the way to the edge of vision.
The finest fruits of the East Blue.
Famous wines aged for many years in the North Blue.
Expensive, rare meats from the West Blue.
There were also special ingredients from different islands of the New World.
Some of these items could not yield even a few dozen crates from a single island in a year.
Placed outside, a single crate was enough to keep an ordinary family free from worries about food and clothing for several years.
Yet here.
Hundreds and thousands of crates piled up like mountains.
Many fruits