For a ti.
Underground ’Solitary Island’ was a hive of activity.
Tang Qing sat on high ground.
He was calculating in his mind how much gold there really was here, if it was a few dozen or a hundred ters thick, he would have struck it rich, but that was just wishful thinking, as the fighters had already detected the thickness of the gold vein.
More than twenty ters.
Below that was rock, and the deeper it went, the less gold there was in the ore.
How much gold could ultimately be extracted.
Tang Qing wasn’t sure either.
But it was at least over a thousand tons, a thousand tons, if not squandered, could last an ordinary person more than a lifeti, but for Tang Qing, it wasn’t even enough to fund what his scientists could burn through in a year.
As for sitting atop a mountain of gold.
Tang Qing had experienced that before, in the gold vault of the Currency Clearing Center, the dazzling gold, those twenty-kilogram gold bricks, it had nearly blinded him. He had beco accustod to such scenes.
After sitting for a while.
Tang Qing got a bit bored.
"Tang Yi, add a transfer plan for to visit the slting factory in the Myanmar Economic Zone," Tang Qing commanded as he walked to the side of the Teleportation Node, thinking that it was a long night and he might as well take a look around.
"Yes, Commander, the transfer plan has been established, you can teleport anyti."
"Hmm."
Tang Qing stepped to the side of the Teleportation Node.
Two seconds later.
He appeared inside the Slting Factory.
The fighters around him imdiately saluted upon seeing Tang Qing then, without further words, returned to their tasks. Tang Qing looked around and realized he was in a warehouse, where vehicles shuttled back and forth.
Heading to the ore selection machines in the distance.
An automated factory.
Gold ore was thrown in, all that was needed was to wait, and the gold bricks ca out on their own. All standardized twenty-kilogram bricks, which, once accumulated in a certain amount, would be sent to the Currency Clearing Center for storage.
"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh..."
Tang Qing noticed it was raining heavily outside the warehouse; it often rained here during April and May, almost daily. It was his first ti at the Slting Factory, and as he looked towards the main gate of the warehouse, he strode forward.
Two fighters stood guard at the gate.
"Clang..."
Without asking any questions as Tang Qing approached, they imdiately opened the main gate.
Tang Qing walked out of the warehouse.
"Splatter, splatter..."
The dense raindrops fell, but a telekinetic protective shield blocked them from the inside. The factory was pitch-black; one could hardly see their own hands in front of them. Only the lights in various buildings were visible. To avoid exposure risk, it looked like a ghost factory from the outside at night.
But in every corner of the factory.
There were fighters on guard twenty-four hours a day.
Surveillance equipnt covered the surrounding mountains within a ten-kiloter radius. If anyone trespassed, they would be warned. The fighters all wore military uniforms, and no one dared to oppose Zero’s subordinates in this area.
If there were any spies with ulterior motives, they were all sent to that secret prison. Tang Qing didn’t like doing this, but sparing their lives, as opposed to killing them outright, was already rciful.
However, things had been better lately.
Ever since Zero beca Deputy Leader of Myanmar, Lang Cai had beco much more behaved, reining in his explorations of military facilities here, as they had to et every month. Going too far was not good for appearances.
Now, Myanmar’s economic stimulus policy had reached its peak.
Lang Cai was much busier than before.
For any country planning to activate its dostic economic market, there is a natural attraction to capital, resulting in a rapid increase in foreign business investnt in Myanmar, making everyone cheerful.
They all were waiting to earn a fortune in this economic surge.
Nevertheless, Lang Cai had never relaxed his guard against Zero, and although he had stopped sending spies in large numbers, the collection of economic information and the buying off personnel from various departnts continued.
And it was ’highly effective’.
Many people from the Myanmar Economic Zone had been bought by Lang Cai to help pass on intelligence. When groups of information about the Myanmar Economic Zone and Myanmar Bank were sent back, Lang Cai’s confidence grew stronger.
After analysis.
His team of advisors discovered.
As long as the Myanmar governnt continued to take loans in Myanmar Kyat from the Myanmar Bank, causing a shortage of Myanmar Kyat, an imbalance in exchange, and a collapse in credit, they could completely destroy the Asia Dollar system. Lang Cai reviewed the hundred-thousand-word feasibility analysis report every day.
It appeared to him like the doomsday of the Asia Dollar.
So, for a short while, Lang Cai was stirring up another round of Myanmar Kyat loans.
For this reason.
Ling was negotiating with Lang Cai in Naypyidaw.
Seeing Ling emphasize the difficulties persistently, Lang Cai seed to see hope, earnestly persuading and continuously feeding Ling with motivational speeches, but his efforts were dood to be in vain.
A transparent stratagem.
The chess ga had reached this stage.
Lang Cai was deeply ensnared.
Tang Qing knew that tomorrow, Ling would agree to a Myanmar Kyat loan that was double the amount of the last one, which he estimated would only last a few months. After that, they could start wrapping things up.
...
Looking at the pitch-black factory,
Tang Qing felt a bit uncomfortable.
With a thought, he took out a pair of glasses from the space, put them on, and manipulated them a bit. Instantly, the factory in front of him appeared as clear as day, with the distant mountain range, the sudden rain, and the swaying of the trees all distinctly visible.
Looking at these mountains,
this land,
and this sky,
Tang Qing smiled softly.
It wouldn’t take long.
Here,
this place might well beco fully surnad Tang.
...
Finland.
Agnes Mountain Range.
Early morning.
In a valley over ten kiloters away from that cave,
so twenty-odd people were lying scattered on the ground.
"Boom."
Sudden thunder from a clear sky was a common sight here and also what awakened Brody, who was lying on the ground.
He slowly opened his eyes.
Brody’s head was still a bit dizzy.
A second later, mories from before he lost consciousness kept surfacing in his mind—treasure, Boryen, red gemstones, his n gone, hey, his n were gone? With that thought, Brody imdiately ca to his senses.
With a hand that felt slightly numb from being under him, he pushed against the ground and stood up.
And the next mont,
after getting a clear view of his surroundings,
Brody’s already panicked face beca even more frantic.
He instinctively raised his hands,
his legs trembling slightly.
It wasn’t that his legs were failing him; it was because he was being pointed at by dozens of guns, and he didn’t have a scrap of tal on him. Being scared stiff was inevitable. More importantly, these were no ordinary guns.
This caliber,
it’s terrifying.
Also,
that guy piloting the Apache, I’m just one person, flesh and blood, you pointing so many rocket launchers at is an overestimation of my worth, my life is probably not even worth the price of one of those rockets.
"Brody, you and your fully ard group trespassed in the northern military zone of Finland and simultaneously attempted to steal Finnish national property, posing a threat to public safety. Do you have any explanation for this?"
"..."
Brody was completely dumbfounded.
This accusation,
seed a bit too much.
Being able to fly an Apache here, Brody had no doubt about the other party’s identity.
But,
this is a military zone?
And attempting to steal Finnish national property?
I... how would I have known this was your territory... It’s a misunderstanding.
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