Chapter 42: Going Abroad

Time passed, and it was soon evening once again.

Under Chen Lin's half-baked guidance, the turbine, electric motor, and gearbox were finally connected together.

The motor was wired to a disassembled battery pack.

Now, all that remained was to open the sluice gates, release the water, and test the power generation.

At Chen Lin's command, the workers stationed by the river pulled open the sluice gates. River water rushed into the ditches, slowly driving the turbine to rotate.

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the turbine spun faster and faster.

"Oh~~"

"It worked!"

Although the workers didn't understand the principles, Chen Lin had told them that as long as the turbine spun rapidly, they would succeed and get paid.

So they cheered.

Chen Lin stood next to the motor. It was already spinning rapidly, driven by the turbine, but the multimeter detected no voltage.

"Where did it go wrong?"

Just as the words left his mouth, with a loud bang, Chen Lin was blown backward. The motor had exploded!

Shi Dachuang was stunned for a second, then rushed forward like a madman.

"Young Master, Young Master!!!"

Everyone else was dumbfounded, simply staring in shock at Chen Lin, whose body and face were pierced with metal fragments, dead beyond any doubt.

It was over!

There would be no wages to collect now...

In the 21st century, Chen Lin slowly woke up on his rental apartment bed.

"Where on earth did it go wrong?"

[You did not die at the hands of Zhu Yuanzhang, nor at the hands of anyone else. It was essentially a suicide. No reward will be given, and one resurrection chance is deducted...]

Damn it, dying for nothing. This loss is huge...

Since the loss was already incurred, there was no use dwelling on it.

Now that he was back in the modern era, he might as well make good use of this solitary opportunity to get things done.

Chen Lin first purchased one hour from the system and hurriedly downloaded knowledge related to electromechanics.

It took more than half an hour of activating the high-speed download channel to finally download every single electromechanical teaching material, both familiar and unfamiliar.

Looking at the countdown, 25 minutes remained.

What else should he buy?

Guns!

Yes, buying some modern firearms to take back would be useful whether for self-defense or assassinating Zhu Yuanzhang. With any luck, he could even hit the battlefield and make a name for himself.

Yes, that's what he would do.

Rummaging through boxes and cabinets, he found the passport he had obtained last year when he went to the monkey-land construction site abroad, then found his UnionPay card, and checked the flight time to Pakistan, which would take about 6 hours.

So he would buy another 10 hours. This was a major investment.

Taking a taxicab to the airport took 40 minutes.

He purchased a full-fare ticket for the nearest flight to Pakistan, though such money meant little to him now.

However, there was still over an hour left before departure, which was slightly annoying.

With nothing better to do, Chen Lin continued downloading various materials on his phone, until a text message popped up saying his mobile data balance was exhausted.

"Damn it, all this data usage..."

He quickly connected to the airport Wi-Fi, topped up 10,000 yuan to calm his nerves, and then resumed downloading via mobile data.

Because the airport Wi-Fi was truly terrible—cutting in and out and crawling at a snail's pace.

Finally, boarding time arrived.

Throughout the six-plus hours of flight, Chen Lin spent his time researching how to interact with the Pakistani people, what taboos to avoid, and where to purchase handmade local firearms.

Fortunately, the international flight had "in-flight broadband." Although the speed was mediocre, he managed to dig up a lot of relevant information despite the stumbles.

The focus was on Peshawar, a city famous for gun manufacturing located near the border between Pakistan and Afghanistan.

There was a village there named Darra, known as the "Black Gun Capital of South Asia."

The residents made a living by manufacturing firearms by hand, capable of producing all kinds of weapons, including AK-47 assault rifles.

"Interesting..."

Chen Lin was reading with great interest when the announcement came over the PA system that the aircraft was about to land, reminding passengers to turn off their phones or switch to airplane mode.

He quickly screensand the relevant information, put away his phone, closed his eyes, and did a final mental review in his head to avoid dying on Pakistani soil...

Wait a minute!

System, can I resurrect if I die in the modern world?

[No...]

Chen Lin's heart tightened, and he instantly regretted this risky overseas trip.

Forget it, since he was already here, he couldn't return empty-handed!

Finally, the plane landed safely at the capital airport of Pakistan.

Pakistan offered visa-free entry to citizens of his country; he just had to show his passport and exchange a few casual words in English to pass.

However, mobile payments weren't a thing in Pakistan, but fortunately, he had his UnionPay card, which was accepted there.

Chen Lin withdrew some Pakistani cash from an ATM at the airport and checked the countdown: 1 hour and 50 minutes remaining.

Traveling by car from the capital of Pakistan to Peshawar covered a distance of 188 kilometers entirely by highway, which would take about 2 hours.

Adding the time needed for communication and purchasing, it would take at least another 2 hours.

So he needed 2 more hours, but what about safety on the road...

Chen Lin stood in the airport lobby reviewing information, trying to figure out how to hire a local guide and bodyguard.

"You-know-what?!"

A Pakistani man suddenly appeared in front of Chen Lin.

"Yes, you-know-what."

The man extended his hand and said in broken Chinese: "Hello, I am from a local security company, providing security services exclusively for Chinese friends. My name is Jagar, and my Chinese name is Guangming. Where would my friend like to go?"

Chen Lin shook his hand. Pakistanis, much like Indians, used their hands to wipe themselves, but this man extended his right hand. The right hand was used for eating, while the left was used for wiping, so it was fine.

Still, necessary caution had to be maintained; after all, this was turbulent Pakistan, and safety came first.

"Hello, nice to meet you. Can you show me your credentials?"

Jagar skillfully produced his credentials. After looking them over, Chen Lin finally felt a bit more at ease. At least the credentials looked standard, displaying all the necessary stamps and security company information.

With no better option, he had to choose to trust him for the time being.

After some bargaining, an agreement was reached. Jagar escorted Chen Lin out of the airport by car, heading first to the security company's headquarters in the city.

Before long, two armed security guards were assigned to accompany Chen Lin in a pickup truck, heading straight for Peshawar.

The journey turned out to be not as chaotic as imagined. Aside from being poor and somewhat dilapidated, it felt quite normal.

However, as the vehicle exited the highway and drove into downtown Peshawar, the scenery began to gradually deteriorate.

From time to time, locals carrying firearms could be seen. Chen Lin even spotted a man carrying a gun while holding a child's hand, seemingly dropping the kid off at school.

The atmosphere began to grow tense. As the vehicle continued toward Darra village, checkpoints became denser, appearing every short distance.

Fortunately, the two security guards were experienced and familiar with the route, and coupled with the presence of a Chinese passenger, the vehicle passed smoothly through every single check.

The armed guards carrying weapons even gave Chen Lin a thumbs-up as they let the car pass, a testament to the warmth and popularity of Chinese nationals among the local Pakistani people...