Starships of All Realms Online

Chapter 15 Selling Gold, Heading to Black Continent

With a flash of light, Fang Heng reappeared in the base below his own yard.

When Fang Heng reappeared in the village, the villagers were surprised to see him, but then they stopped paying attention to him.

Although Fang Heng was from the same village, these villagers were not familiar with him and did not pay much attention to him.

Of course, on the other hand, Fang Heng was somewhat aloof in their eyes, and they didn't want to be snubbed.

Fang Heng was already used to this. The reason he reappeared was to have a legitimate reason for not showing his face for a long time.

After quickly packing his things, Fang Heng left the mountain village again with his luggage.

After learning about the lizardmen, he knew he couldn't stay in the rabbit territory any longer. The restrictions on many resources made him hesitant to act, so he set his sights on the west side of the rabbit territory, within the territory of the Baba Sheep.

However, after careful consideration, he set his sights on the continent of Montenegro.

That's where there are truly no taboos. With my current strength, although I can't become a king or a hegemon, building a complete base is still very easy.

However, he needed to exchange some funds before leaving.

Through big data collection, Fang Heng quickly identified some gold recycling points.

Seven days later, carrying a small sum of money, Fang Heng embarked on his journey to Black Continent.

Meanwhile, at the ports of manufacturing powerhouses around the world, cargo ships departed from ports, fully loaded with large quantities of goods, heading towards the continent of Azerbaijan.

Fifteen days later, at the port of Durban, more than 30 large trucks lined up one after another, loaded with containers, and left the port.

The port staff were already used to it. After all, these trucks had been appearing here every day for the past five days, transporting containers away and then returning, making at least three trips a day.

This is negligible compared to the cargo throughput of Durban Port, so aside from some surprise on the first day, it didn't attract much attention afterward.

The trucks' destination wasn't far either, just a few dozen kilometers from the port of Durban, in Stanje.

However, wherever there are people, there is a world of intrigue. Such a large-scale transport of supplies over several days has already attracted the attention of those with ulterior motives.

As night fell, a group of people were observing the manor not far below from a hilltop on the outskirts of Stanger.

"Boss, this is the final storage point for those supplies. I've been observing for a while, and these supplies will be transported away again just before dawn. As for where they're taken, I haven't been able to find out. These fellow tribesmen seem a bit strange; they're extremely cautious, and I don't dare to get close."

"Damn it, so many supplies, but hardly any people inside. We have over a hundred people here. Let's all rush in, wipe them all out, take all these supplies, and resell them. We'll definitely make a fortune."

"Yeah, boss, after we sell these things, we can leave here and go somewhere else. They won't be able to catch up with us."

At this moment, the black boss, who was still observing, looked down at the manor and listened to the words of his subordinates. He was also very tempted.

He knew that this place had been targeted by many gangs, since, on the surface, there were only about ten guards in the manor.

"Notify the brothers to prepare to move. Also, have the deputy leader prepare to provide backup. Our objective is to seize the goods; do not attack these vehicles."

"Yes, boss."

These people were extremely excited at this moment, as if they saw a huge fortune beckoning to them.

They've already investigated and found out that the goods in these ninety containers are worth at least a small amount of money. Even if they can only take thirty containers, they can still make tens of millions of US dollars, which would give them financial freedom for the rest of their lives. Even if they were to go to the United States, they could still live a comfortable life.

What these people didn't know was that in another base, Fang Heng sat in the main control room, looking at the farm tools on the distant hilltop, and sneered.

"As expected, their inherent flaws remain, and no amount of assistance can change them."

Fang Heng had already noticed these lurking eyes and was trying to figure out how to catch them. After all, there's no such thing as being able to guard against thieves for a thousand days.

Fortunately, most of the supplies I purchased have already been delivered, and in another four days, all the supplies I ordered from around the world will arrive.

"Ethan, once these guys come down, teach them a lesson. After collecting their genetic data, retrieve everything."

"Yes, Commander."

On his first day in South Africa, Fang Heng used money to acquire ownership of a large tract of land and established a temporary base.

The land that Fang Heng bought was a desolate place on the surface. No minerals had been found underground. The soil was fertile, but the farmers in Black Continent did not like to grow crops, so the land appeared desolate.

However, in Fang Heng's eyes, there was a large gold mine underground in these areas, with very high gold reserves. After all of it was refined, at least 100 tons of gold could be obtained.

However, the mining and refining of gold is a very time-consuming process, and what Fang Heng is interested in is the oil resources below.

Although oil is an important energy resource, in his view, its chemical properties are the most important.

In his industrial system planning, the chemical system is very important, so he does not intend to sell these oils.

After ten days, the first level of the underground base has been basically completed. The first level of the underground base is now operational thanks to the photovoltaic power generation equipment installed on the ground.

Furthermore, besides Fang Heng, there are other humans inside the base. These humans are not natural people, but clones created through cloning technology.

During the week he waited for his visa to be processed, he didn't sit idle. After exchanging the gold, he also obtained a lot of genetic data through the hospital's gene bank.

These are seeds used to clone people.

With the help of gene fine-tuning technology, Fang Heng doesn't need to worry about the cloned humans being exactly the same as the original.

Moreover, through memory implantation technology, these clones are unaware that they are clones and believe they are natural persons.

Upon arriving in Black Africa, they also acquired a large amount of genetic data.

However, because these genetic data were acquired relatively late, the cultivation process only began recently, and the first batch has only just been produced.

Because of the sufficient manpower, the transportation of supplies was so smooth.

At this moment, inside the transit manor, the guards who were originally on patrol also received Fang Heng's order. After a slight pause, they did not show any other abnormalities.

Outside the manor, farm tools prepared for the attack quickly arrived at the open area in front of the manor.

These farm implements had not received professional military training, so they were unaware that this open area would be an obstacle for the attackers.

However, their instincts from numerous battles made them stop in front of the open area.

Ultimately, their greed overcame their unease, and the group rushed toward the manor gate.

"brush!"

"Whoosh~ Snap!"

As several searchlights illuminated the guard towers within the manor, several flares were also launched into the sky from inside the manor.

"Fire!"

"Da da da!"

The manor guards showed no mercy just because they were of the same race; they immediately opened fire with their weapons, shooting at the farm tools.

"Aaaaaah!"

"There's an ambush."

"Counterattack! Counterattack! Charge in!"

Among the attacking force were some clever farmers who knew that their only chance of survival was to keep charging and break through.

"Da da da".

"what!"

The counterattack below also caused some casualties among the guards; one guard was hit and fell from the tower.

Initially, due to resource constraints, these guards only underwent minor genetic modifications to make them look slightly different, but their physical fitness still required extensive training.

As for military skills, even if these guards master them through memorization, they still need a long period of training to fully integrate them.

For Fang Heng, these are all consumables, so there's no need to enhance them.

His main fighting force is still the unmanned legion.

The power of the unmanned army has been proven in actual combat in the Resident Evil world.

The chip technology in the main world is far more advanced than that in the biohazard world. The emergence of quantum chips has given these guardian robots a new lease on life, and their intelligence is directly comparable to that of the Red Queen from Resident Evil.

After learning about the quantum chip, Ethan had to admit that this path was more powerful than the Federation in the Call of Duty world.

This is only the first generation of quantum chips. If it continues to develop, it would not be surprising if intelligent life emerges.

Back at the manor, in their desperate charge, some of the farm tools finally broke through the open ground and entered the manor.

However, after seeing the situation inside the manor, these farm tools completely gave up.

Inside the manor, dozens of humanoid guardian robots, armed with Vulcan cannons, were aimed at the farm tools that had rushed in.

They weren't stupid; after seeing that the Guardian robot didn't fire immediately, they immediately raised their hands and surrendered.

"Whoosh!"

With several whooshing sounds, a huge metal net covered and locked all the farm tools.

"Load these guys into the truck too; the owner said they're top-quality materials."

"Yes, Captain."

Soon, the fighting subsided, and the guards left the manor to begin cleaning up the battlefield.

Meanwhile, the trucks inside the manor started up and continued their delivery mission.

As the manor returned to calm, those watching from a distance felt a chill run down their spines.

From the battle just now, they could easily tell that it was full of regular troops.

In Black Africa, such regular armies have another name: warlords.

These people were all from local gangs. They could fight over territory and cause minor disturbances, but they would never dare to provoke a warlord.

So soon all these people shrank back like quails, no longer daring to eye the transported supplies.