The seductive woman responsible for leading the way stood by and asked skeptically as she watched a few mechanic players assemble an electric pump from parts,

"Is this thing reliable? I heard it takes substantial power to pump water up a high-rise. I live on the 29th floor, and sometimes the water pressure feels nonexistent."

Tutu responded dismissively to the doubt: "Then you should look for your building's management. Most high-rises have intermediate booster water tanks. This is a specially made, single-use high-pressure pump with super-high power, but it's estimated to last only a few minutes. Forget about the 29th floor, even on the 49th floor, it would burst your home's water pipes. If these materials weren't so strong, I wouldn't even dare to use it."

Woman: "Those jerk-offs are so stuck-up, we know that looking for them is useless."

"Could you make one of these for the outside as well? I reckon it would sell for quite a bit."

"The materials and conductors aren't suitable. Even if we make it, the price wouldn't be something we could accept."

After shutting down several valves and draining the sewage from the pipes, and confirming the construction process, Tutu began the cutting work.

Propelled by the high-pressure pump, water mixed with diamond sand sprayed from the blade, transforming into a white streak that smashed into the alloy pipe wall.

The originally soft water mist practically tore through the alloy surface with unstoppable force and quickly penetrated deeper.

Tutu's industrial prosthetic limb was equipped with a precision construction function processing algorithm, allowing manual processing errors to be controlled within 0.01mm, the best tool he had at hand.

If the company wasn't so much looser with its controls than Chun Er, they'd have more sensors, and by now the company building would probably be sounding alarms, alerting them that someone might be stealing their excrement.

Cutting, connecting, and welding were all done in one go.

The capabilities of a max-level engineering department mechanic player are more than enough to be an eighth-level mechanic in the real world, not to mention their vast mechanical engineering knowledge.

Assigning them to this job is like using a canon to kill a mosquito.

But who could blame them if they're enjoying it?

Connecting the high-pressure water pump to the sewer and water pipes, everything was ready.

You could count on the fact that ever since Night City was built, no mercenary here would have thought to use such underhanded methods to go against a company.

And the employees of Zeta Technology, who were completely unaware, were still diligently working under the influence of drugs.

They always mocked the Animal Gang for doing drugs to keep fit, but in actuality, when it comes to drug use, the company dogs have never used less than them, and the average lifespan of both isn't much different, with hardly any of them living past 50.

Even the lower-level company dogs have time restrictions, with meals, bathroom breaks, rest, and even time away from their workstations being recorded.

Every company has its own set of employee efficiency algorithms designed to prevent slacking off.

Of course, these rules don't apply to the leaders because they have toilets in their offices and can take as long as they want, even using them for other purposes.

"Ah..."

The head of the operations department sat on the toilet, enjoying the private service of his personal secretary. The thrill of power was better than a physical reaction.

Even if it was just being able to poop without time limits.

The secretary's work efficiency and attitude were always excellent, providing him with a different experience each time.

Cold water tempering

Spinning donut

Multiple breaks and hits

To maintain the other's interest in her, the secretary put significant effort into learning and upgrading prosthetics.

Soon, the minister's breathing began to quicken, a reaction to the effectiveness of the secretary's work.

It's almost here!

It's almost here!

Gollum, gollum...

Due to the low position, the secretary seemed to hear a noise coming from the toilet. The water level inside also started to rise.

She wanted to report this to the minister, but the minister forcefully held her head down, refusing to let go or let her close her mouth.

"Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"

She's not a combat personnel, so her strength can't compare to the head of the operations department. The minister just assumed she was trying a new trick and didn't pay any mind, just tilting his head back, closing his eyes, and enjoying her struggle.

But by the time he noticed the strange noise beneath him, it was already too late.

"Mmm!!!!"

In the secretary's despairing gaze, the water from the toilet shot out.

And it was like the fountain in the company's plaza, unstoppable, splashing onto her face.

Bang!

The brown solid mixed with sewage gave both of them a grand baptism.

The sudden mishap finally made the minister release his grip, allowing the secretary to collapse backward on the bathroom floor. Her shapely OL suit turned brown, her gorgeous hair reeking of stench, with terror and despair almost spilling from her eyes.

Because the pressure of the water column was extraordinarily high.

How high was it, you ask?

Under the secretary's watch, the minister 'flew' up.

The body weighing a few hundred pounds, modified with prosthetics, was plastered against the ceiling by the fecal water, the dripping brown raindrops covering the white walls and the two of them.

"Ah!!! Ah!!!"

Both of them screamed in terror simultaneously.

And it wasn't just this toilet. All the restrooms on floors 1 to 30 of Zeta Technology blew up, some even with the toilets themselves blasted away.

A huge mass of filth, under the influence of the ultra-high-pressure water pump, surged upwards, giving every employee in the company who was in the restroom the surprise of a lifetime.

The mental blow was more severe than the attack the Voodoo Gang suffered more than half a year ago.

After all, their levels of self-awareness weren't on the same level.

Some employees still working at their desks heard the commotion from the restroom area, looking over in curiosity, wondering what was happening.

But soon, despair began to spread.

Because a few terrifying brown humanoid figures rushed out from the restrooms, releasing horrifying screams constantly.

"Shit!!! It's shit!!!"

Behind them, an endless torrent of worldly evil spewed forth from the holy grail.