Only one more round of sampling inspections is needed before entering the market.

As the "Technical Advisor," Gloria walked up to a fluid-bed dryer, pondering over the English nameplate.

"Is this machine made in Germany?"

"Of course."

Wally was quite proud.

"Precision German engineering, only their industrial machines can guarantee the highest standards."

Yeah, and under the sewers, there are engineers wrapped in oilpaper.

The expert standing at the side was internally sarcastic, yet his eyes never left the text on the nameplate.

The other party wasn't wrong; it indeed was German engineering, made in Munich, but he didn't say everything.

Because currently, English is the international lingua franca, nameplates in English are very normal, but some details are easily overlooked.

In writing, British and American English have slight differences. Under normal historical circumstances, the Brits wouldn't say anything. After all, as the sun sets over the British Empire, they can't possibly compare to the rising United States; they don't have that standing.

But in the cyber world, the Brits are still the Brits. As sticklers for detail, they definitely wouldn't overlook these minor details.

And these textual details fell into the expert's eyes, and he roughly understood in his heart.

In other words, these industrial machines were very likely flowed from the Brits to Cuba.

After all, for such advanced machines, if you say they were stolen, that's a stretch from Columbus's round-the-world travels; from Germany to the UK, it wouldn't pass by Latin America's Cuba, the expert didn't believe it.

Moreover, the Brits' reputation precedes them; any blame for chaotic governance in backward countries placed on them is spot-on.

What does it mean by international reputation? (Tactical recline)

More so, as a top-three in human history KD, the absolute confidence of an old strong nation.

Wally continued to show Olivia and others around the drug production, everything here leaving the experts feeling unbelievable.

Because it was so damn legitimate.

Not only was everyone in hazmat suits, but the sterile requirements inside the factory were also extremely high. The entire production process was meticulous, under bright lights, every worker focused intensely, afraid to make any mistake that might affect the product pass rate, barely daring to breathe heavily.

Production, inspection, packaging, transportation all-in-one

A scene like this, not to mention Night City, even Horizon Corporation's factories rarely see.

It's not because the workers here have high awareness, but simply because slacking off could cost their lives.

Cuba has never lacked chemical factory workers, the place is filled with such industries. If you don't work, someone else will.

Moreover, the process differentiation of industrial machines has led to a low demand for skilled workers; training takes no more than two days to be operational.

As a result, these workers' life safety is hardly guaranteed; even a slight error or slowing down a bit results in a beating, leading to product issues often costs lives.

But not working equals starvation, because Cuba doesn't have other industries, not even farming; the tobacco industry is as monopolistic as the drug factories.

"We have 17 production lines here, mainly producing Black Lace, Dream Candy, Carfentanil, and over a dozen different products, with a daily output exceeding 6 tons. We also have a dedicated cutting-edge biological laboratory developing new products. Besides North America, Africa, and Southeast Asia are also our main sales areas..."

Wally, like a professional salesperson, was continuously introducing the advantages, output, channels, and market competitiveness of his factory's products to Olivia, leaving the few to marvel internally.

It felt like this guy didn't care at all about what he was selling; his level of dedication was exemplary.

But Gloria didn't care what these production lines were producing; she only cared about the production lines themselves.

After watching the entire production process, and those devices in the laboratory, she nodded at the expert.

"All good stuff, perfectly meets our needs."

Wally realized Gloria was the technical advisor of the team; having gained her approval, this deal was almost certainly in the bag, and his mood brightened instantly.

"So soon? Don't you want to compare a few more?"

The expert hesitated a bit, because after all, this was the core area of Cuba, akin to a lair; directly targetting such a place certainly wouldn't be reasonable.

But in Wally's ears, it didn't mean the same.

He heard that the boss's house got burgled last night, losing a lot of things. They're short on cash now, so how could they let a business partner slip away?

Promptly persuading Olivia

"I can assure you, our goods are absolutely world-class; others' goods can't be purer than ours, and the price would only be higher."

As he spoke, he even went to get a sample of powdered drug, placing it in front of Olivia.

As a former desperado, Olivia naturally knew what to do. While muttering internally

[What the hell can you rely on me for, my say doesn't count]

But her body honestly took the powder, brought it under her nose, and sniffed slightly.

She had already been forcibly installed with a neural regulator, making her body rather numb to documented drug molecules, barely feeling any high, similar to sniffing dust from the wall.

But having used this stuff often enough, she didn't even need to act, performing an instant drug intake excitement reaction on the spot.

"Ninety-nine percent! Rare stuff!"

"Did I say it wrong?"

Seeing Olivia's genuine addict reaction, Wally felt much relieved.

"Our goods are absolutely the best in this area, choosing us can't go wrong."

"Ahem..."