We're Rich!

"How did you get so useless, Brother Zhou Yun?"

Laughing, Rugg carried Zhou Yun on his shoulder and brought him to the front of Zhou Yun's house.

Zhou Yun leaned against the outer wall, rubbing his brow as the dizziness and nausea slowly faded.

"You look better now. Let's go have a drink."

Noticing that Zhou Yun looked less pale, Rugg could not help urging him:

"Tomorrow, we're going all out against the Ark Gang. Have a drink with your brother."

"Who knows whether we'll see each other again next time."

Rugg's tone was full of sincerity, as though he were about to die tomorrow.

"I've heard you say that at least seven or eight times already." Zhou Yun shook his slightly clearer head.

Rugg was an old hand. In a hive gang where the average age did not exceed thirty, this guy had somehow lived long enough to become an old fossil.

No matter how dangerous the gang war was, he always managed to slip back unharmed.

Zhou Yun often suspected that this guy had been blessed by some Warp god. Why else was he so hard to kill?

"Wait, you said the Ark Gang is going all out against you?" Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah. Before you left, our territories had already run into theirs."

Rugg grinned and stroked the Agrippina Type 3 Automatic Rifle hanging at his waist.

He had obviously pocketed it from the batch of weapons delivered to the gang.

Zhou Yun was speechless. This old fossil.

Still, it did not matter. The gang had already paid him. Even if Rugg stole all three hundred rifles, it was none of his business.

"Is the Ark Gang expanding that urgently?" Zhou Yun frowned deeply.

"I heard they're building some kind of ark and need a lot of supplies and manpower." Rugg thought for a moment before answering.

"An ark? Are they trying to fly into the sky and become Eldar?" Zhou Yun muttered.

The more he thought about this Ark Gang, the stranger it seemed.

Their doctrines and actions appeared to be closely connected to Genestealers.

Could they really be part of a Genestealer Cult?

But they were far too conspicuous. That did not seem like the Genestealers' style.

Zhou Yun felt puzzled for a moment.

It seemed he would have to find time to investigate the Ark Gang's background.

If they really were Genestealers, then the trouble would be enormous.

But there was no chance to do that today.

Zhou Yun rubbed his still faintly aching brow.

After returning from the ruined district, he had gone to Old Sector Eight the very next day. The continuous work had left him physically exhausted.

Zhou Yun waved Rugg away, pushed open his door, and lay down on his small bed.

The bedboards were not soft, but the instant he lay down, Zhou Yun felt much of his fatigue melt away.

He kicked the door leaning against the bedside shut, rubbed his temples, and turned his gaze toward the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

This trip to Old Sector Eight had brought in quite a haul.

Aside from the weapons he had taken from the PDF warehouse, Zhou Yun had also obtained Ignis Carcas's notebook and the safe that contained it.

That notebook...

Even now, the corners of Zhou Yun's eyes could not stop twitching whenever he thought of it.

He had assumed it was, at most, a poetry collection. Instead, it had turned out to be Ignis Carcas's diary.

The blasphemous incantations recorded inside had already been completely destroyed by Zhou Yun.

But even so...

Zhou Yun rubbed his brow.

The notebook contained many records from the Great Crusade Era.

They mainly concerned Horus, the planet Davin, Erebus, the Sons of Horus, and First Captain Abaddon.

It even included quite a few complaints about the Astartes, as well as speculation about warrior lodges.

The contents of this notebook were taboos among taboos to the Imperium, secrets among secrets.

Some histories were things many Imperial institutions wanted buried forever.

It was fine while these records were in Zhou Yun's hands. But if they fell into the hands of some noble and drew the attention of certain Imperial institutions—

They would likely follow the trail, and everyone who had seen the notebook would be forcibly made loyal.

Zhou Yun immediately made a decision. This thing absolutely could not be given to Old One-Eye.

What should be buried was better left buried.

Unfortunately, the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket did not offer a high recycling price for written materials.

Zhou Yun shook his head and casually tossed the notebook into the depths of the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

Then, he recycled most of the weapons and equipment he had found in Old Sector Eight, along with that Stasis Field safe.

One million three hundred thousand came in instantly.

He did not recycle the fifty Catreal Pattern M36 Lasguns.

They were genuinely useful. No wonder they were known as the Astra Militarum's good-wife weapon, and no wonder they were the model equipped by the Cadian Shock Troops.

He could now control twelve of them at once with telekinesis. Although it consumed a great deal of mental energy and every volley had a delay of several seconds, who in the underhive would not be dazed by a dozen focused beams blasting them in the face?

With training, Zhou Yun might even be able to control fifty lasguns at once in the future.

He also kept some of each of the other three weapon types, in case they proved useful later.

All told, he had recycled one million three hundred thousand.

"Zhou Yun, we're rich," the winged figure in the white light at the corner of his eye remarked.

"Who says you're family?" Zhou Yun said, giving him a sidelong glance.

Though it pained him somewhat, Zhou Yun still opened the Future Department Store interface.

He needed to buy more tools.

If the Ark Gang truly was a Genestealer Cult, the few tools Zhou Yun currently had would definitely not be enough.

The Genestealer Patriarch beneath Asford was a gigantic monster six meters tall, with diamond-hard carapace and terrifying psychic power.

Because of its host bloodline, this Genestealer could even resist the control of The Great Devourer to a certain extent.

With all that, it could even trade blows with a Blood Angels Death Company Dreadnought—that was a Death Company Dreadnought.

Zhou Yun had to get a few more powerful weapons.

[Item Name: Pocket Tornado]

[Origin: 22nd Century Earth—Future Department Store]

[Production Date: 277.M2]

[Function: It appears to be a gourd. Remove the stopper, and it can release a tornado. At maximum output, it can unleash winds comparable to a typhoon, powerful enough to destroy a small town in a short time.]

"Price: 560,000"

It could unleash winds comparable to a typhoon and destroy a small town in an instant.

Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly when he saw the description.

The price was only five hundred and sixty thousand. It was not too expensive.

But Zhou Yun quickly understood why an item capable of instantly destroying a small town was so cheap.

The gale unleashed by this thing did not distinguish between friend and foe. If Zhou Yun truly released a typhoon-level storm, he would be swept up in it too.

But if he kept its scale somewhat smaller, then with the Instant Movement ability granted by the Psykana Cap...

Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly.

Throw a hurricane into the enemy's face, then teleport away himself—he loved that idea.

Zhou Yun reached out and selected the item for purchase.

"Those bastards from the Ark Gang are launching a sneak attack!"

Before Zhou Yun could take the item out of his inventory, a commotion erupted outside his door.

"Ark Gang bastards born of mutants! Open fire, brothers!"

Gunfire and angry shouts intertwined, resounding through the night.