Fu Haoran returned to North American Industrial Park with the front foot, and Jimmy came in a hurry with the back foot.
"Boss, the first batch of corpses you requested have all arrived."
"Let's go and have a look."
Fu Haoran called Kallen Tech-Priest and went straight to the explosion-proof cold storage in the deepest part of the park.
The heavy explosion-proof cold storage door slowly slid open, and the constant-temperature air-conditioning and the cold smell of disinfectant rushed in.
The metal stents are arranged neatly, with a complete adult corpse fixed on each stand, and all internal organs and excess soft tissues have been cleaned.
Kallen just glanced at it and concluded in a deep voice. "Sir, there are 500,000 corpses here, all of them are qualified, genetically free of contamination, and fully comply with Wetware production standards."
Jimmy proudly interjected. "That's natural. It's all through compliance and gray channels. Funeral parlors, medical school donation specimens, Department of Justice morgues, all the ways can be opened."
"Believe me, there won't be more North America on the market in a short period of time."
[Ding! Main mission: Sucker Support Plan progress update]
[New arrival: 500,000 units (to be delivered)]
[Task requirements: Warhammer must deliver qualified Wetware within six months of not less than 3.6 million units, and exceeding the limit to 5 million units will unlock additional rewards.]
As soon as the system prompt sounded, a golden pop-up window suddenly popped up with an eye-catching limited time logo.
[Limited time exclusive event triggers one Space Marine Recruitment Plan]
[Event rules: During the event, for every 100,000 qualified Wetware successfully sold by the host, 1000 Universal Points can be consumed to exchange for 1 standard Space Marine Gene-seed]
[PS: Don't miss it if you pass by, it's a big promotion, it's a rare opportunity, I don't know when the next time will be, so hurry up and make a sacrifice]
Fu Haoran's eyes froze instantly.
1000 Universal Points one piece, no purchase limit!
Fu Haoran remembers that the last time Gene-seed appeared for redemption in the system mall, the price was as high as 10,000 Universal Points, and the quantity was also limited.
It never appeared again after that.
This time not only is there a 10% discount, but there is also a purchase limit, so it's a real bargain!
"A standard Space Marine Chapter has a full strength of one thousand people, but in a world-destroying war like Horus Heresy that sweeps the entire galaxy, a full strength Chapter can barely protect itself."
"If you want to truly gain a foothold in the Galaxy, you must at least save two to three Chapter seeds. No, even more."
"And this is the only opportunity to obtain Gene-seed in bulk at a low cost, so you must not miss it!"
"If you missed it, who knew you would have to wait until the year of the monkey and the month of the horse."
"There must be more bodies!"
Thinking of this, Fu Haoran suddenly raised his head and said, "Jimmy, I want more corpses."
Jimmy was stunned for a moment.
500,000 pieces are not enough? What is the boss going to do?
But he clearly felt that his boss's eyes suddenly became sharp, with a nerve that made his scalp numb.
For the sake of salary, Jimmy immediately calmed down and quickly made a calculation. "Boss, half a million pieces are not enough? In addition to existing channels, there is probably only the third world - we have opened up procurement channels before, but the goods have not been sent yet."
"Not enough." Fu Haoran interrupted directly, "Open third world channels in an all-round way and collect as much as you can."
Jimmy was slightly startled. "Boss, we have already doubled the purchase price to 1,600 US dollars per unit. This price is astronomical in the third world."
"The key is that our funds have been frozen by the government, and the current liquidity on hand cannot support such a large-scale purchase."
Fu Haoran frowned.
Money is indeed an issue.
But he couldn't stop, neither emotionally nor rationally.
Regardless of Gene-seed, the value of Throne Coin is also not small.
This is the core hard currency used by Hive City to expand its army and upgrade its starship factory.
"Wait for my news."
Fu Haoran left behind a word and returned to Warhammer World with 500,000 corpses.
On the private flagship of Warhammer World, Rogue Trader Reck·Vance.
"Huh? You said that Lower Hive guy, the Governor, invited me to get the goods?"
Reck put down the wine glass in his hand, a little surprised.
It has been less than a week since the last time the two finalized the deal for Wetware.
Reck·Vance put down the tea cup, with a hint of sarcasm on his lips.
"Hmph, he is indeed a country bumpkin who climbed up from Lower Hive. He is so eager to sell the corpse. He must be desperate and desperate. He collected the fractions of thousands of tools and couldn't wait to exchange money."
"Okay, let's go meet him."
Reck straightened the sleeves embroidered with the family crest, got on the private shuttle and went straight to Alpha Hive City.
An hour later, Reck arrived at the fortress Governor's Office and saw dozens of rows of refrigerated containers neatly stacked.
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"Oh, dear Governor, it has only been a few days, have you prepared the materials Wetware needs?" Reck crossed his arms with a nonchalant tone.
"Half a million pieces." Fu Haoran patted the nearest container, "In stock."
The sarcasm on Reck's face froze for half a second, and was replaced by a look of astonishment, which then turned into uncontrollable ecstasy.
Crazy! This kid is really crazy!
After collecting 500,000 Wetwares in just a few days, he might have slaughtered all the poor people in Lower Hives!
If we continue at this rate, it won't take half a year, and it will be strange if all the people in Lower Hive are not gone.
No, no, those Lower Hive guys will launch a riot and tear this fool to pieces in Governor's Office!
Reck suppressed the ecstasy in his heart and rushed to the cold storage container in three steps at a time.
The attendant opened the sealed box and pulled out a complete torso.
The skull was intact, the spine was complete, and the nervous system was free from any genetic contamination, without any mutation, and its purity far exceeded his expectations.
When I scanned it with my portable device, the screen was all green, which fully complied with the standards.
Reck showed a satisfied smile on his face.
Without saying a word, he directly opened his personal terminal and transferred the full amount of 500,000 Wetware and a total of 3 million Throne Coin to Fu Haoran's account in real time.
[Ding! Limited-time event progress update! 500,000 qualified Wetware have been successfully sold, and 5 Space Marine Gene-seed limited-time redemption rights have been unlocked!]
Fu Haoran looked at the system prompts and became more motivated. The look in Reck's eyes was like looking at a walking God of Wealth.
In order to prevent the God of Wealth from running away, Fu Haoran took the initiative to offer the profit conditions. "Sir Reck, I have sufficient supply of goods. For our long-term cooperation, I can reduce the price of subsequent supply by 1 Throne Coin, which will directly double the supply volume in a single month."
Reck almost agreed immediately.
But he resisted the urge.
Price reduction?
Not necessary.
Compared with saving this little money, the most important thing is to let the fool in front of me work harder and accelerate to death.
If you want more Wetware, you need more corpses.
The more corpses, the more Lower Hive guys will be slaughtered.
No matter how many Under-hivers ports are consumed on such a large scale in a short period of time, riots will inevitably occur.
He only needs to fan the flames and add fuel to the flames behind his back - then, he will be able to capture the entire Hive City through riots without spending a single soldier, and earn full credit in the coalition forces.
Thinking of this, Reck smiled even happier and waved his hands deliberately, showing a heroic look. "There is no need to reduce the price, just settle at the original price."
"My only requirement is that it be fast."
"My delivery window is only half a year. Once the time limit is up, the fleet will set off."
"But during this period, I will charge you as much as you can pay."
What a good man!
Fu Haoran felt for the first time that Warhammer World actually had such a kind-hearted person.
This is simply Living Saint.
Fu Haoran immediately promised in a very serious tone, "Give me ten days----no, a week at most, and I promise to deliver another 500,000 Wetware."
"Within half a year, the total quantity of 6 million units is guaranteed to be delivered."
"Okay, okay, I'm waiting for your good news."
Reck laughed and shook hands with Fu Haoran. Both of them had bright smiles.
Returning to the flagship, Reck immediately connected to the encrypted communication, and the face of coalition commander Octavius Earl appeared on the screen.
"Earl, Fu Haoran That fool took the bait! It only took him seven or eight days to get 500,000 corpses, and he promised me that he would keep stocking up at this rate!"
Reck reported with excitement.
"I have sent people to quietly purchase grain around Hive City. In less than half a year, Hive City grain prices will skyrocket."
"When the time comes, if I take the opportunity to raise the price, Lower Hive will definitely rebel because of the famine. If I lead people to stir up trouble, his Hive City will be in chaos!"
Reck is extremely sure of this.
He often used famine to provoke riots.
In his creed, as long as he can make money, he can do any business.
He has no psychological pressure when dealing with interstellar pirates, cooperating with Xenomorph, or even betraying the interests of the empire.
Now he is just starving a bunch of Lower Hive poor people and forcing them to be cannon fodder. He won't even blink an eye.
In the past few days, Octavius, who had been harassed by Slipper Guerrillas organized by Fu Haoran and suffered terribly, finally heard the good news.
"Very good, I don't care how much you spend or how much he provides, you can eat it all."
"All payments will be settled uniformly after half a year."
Reck has no objection at all.
In just half a year, is it possible that this guy will still rob me of all my wealth?
If that's the case, don't be a Rogue Trader yourself.
Reck, who was quite confident about his family background, immediately agreed, "No problem, Mr. Earl, just wait for my good news!"
After ending the call, Reck ordered, "Go, send more manpower, and start purchasing Alpha Hive City's world's food from different channels. Collect as much as you can. Don't even let Corpse Starch go."
Reck had no idea that this order would be the straw that broke the camel's back.
On the other side, Fu Haoran didn't stop for a moment, started teleporting directly, and returned to 2K World without stopping.
"Jimmy, follow me."
"Huh? Boss, where are you going?" Jimmy was completely confused.
Why is it that after only one hour of leaving, his boss is already in a hurry to leave? He can't keep up with his boss's brain.
"Colombia, Medellín."
Colombia Medellín late at night, international airport.
Manuel Garcia, with all his core members, stood upright at the end of the runway, not even daring to breathe.
He didn't expect that his boss would come in person, late at night.
After this period of reorganization, his men have far exceeded the size of South America's former underground emperor Emilio Rojas in his heyday. No one in the entire northern Colombia dared not give him Manuel face.
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But in front of Fu Haoran, he didn't even dare to raise his head.
At this moment, the roar of the engine tore through the night sky.
In the darkness, red and green navigation lights pierced the darkness, and a dozen dazzling white anti-collision strobe lights quickly approached.
The leader was a United States military C-17 Globemaster transport aircraft, escorted by more than a dozen Manuel fighters that had never been seen before on both sides, and landed steadily on the runway.
The transport plane door slowly fell, and Fu Haoran walked in front wearing a black windbreaker with steady steps.
Manuel was about to come forward, but his footsteps suddenly stopped.
Fu Haoran is followed by a person.
No, not a human being.
It was a being over two and a half meters tall, wearing dark gray Power Armour, with shoulder armor as wide as a door panel.
The opponent's face was hidden behind the helmet's eyepiece, and only the scarlet light coming from the eyepiece could be seen.
The other party just stood there without raising his hand or making any threatening movements, but the sense of oppression had already made Manuel's breathing difficult.
The two-meter-five-meter tall man was wrapped in the thick Power Armour, like a moving steel mountain wall. Every step he took made the concrete floor of the runway tremble slightly, and the pressure he exuded was comparable to that of a main battle tank charging at full speed.
"Wade, don't scare him." Fu Haoran turned around and said.
Behind Fu Haoran was Wade who had just completed Space Wolves Gene-seed implantation surgery.
He was the first soldier under Fu Haoran to successfully implant Space Wolves Gene-seed. He had just completed the operation and was taken out by Fu Haoran to adapt to his new body.
Wade put away the red light of the eyepiece and stood aside.
In the dark, Wade can clearly distinguish the heartbeat of everyone on the tarmac, and can even tell from the smell that Manuel drank a glass of strong alcohol three hours ago.
Even in the middle of the night when he couldn't see his fingers, he could clearly see the dewdrops rolling on the grass blades a hundred meters away.
I can smell the smell of gunpowder and sweat on Manuel's men from several kilometers away.
You can hear the faint sound of gophers burrowing underground at the end of the track.
His hand was always pressed on the Bolter on his waist. The wild nature of the giant wolf engraved in his genes kept him on the highest alert at all times, and no slightest disturbance could escape his perception.
Manuel looked at the giant in front of him, his back was instantly covered with cold sweat, and he even subconsciously relaxed his breathing.
He has killed countless people in his life, seen South America's most ferocious mercenaries, and the most brutal drug lords, but he has never felt this suffocating sense of oppression.
It was as if the person standing in front of me was not a person, but a giant wasteland wolf that would pounce at any time and tear its prey into pieces.
Fu Haoran got into the bulletproof off-road vehicle prepared by Manuel, but Wade did not move.
Manuel was stunned and quickly apologized. "Boss, I didn't deploy a pickup truck. I'm afraid your soldiers will have to wait."
"No need." Fu Haoran waved his hand, "He can keep up."
Manuel didn't understand what it meant until Fu Haoran and Jimmy got into the car and ordered the driver to drive. Manuel finally knew the answer D
As the SUV started slowly, the steel giant next to it moved.
The giant stretched out its long legs and ran wildly on the wilderness. The pace was steady and fast, and it was exactly the same as an off-road vehicle traveling at full speed. It even had the energy to sweep around, alerting all potential threats.
Manuel was sitting in the car, looking at the running giant outside the window. He was dumbfounded, and his awe for Fu Haoran deepened.
Medellín Urban area, public hospital morgue.
Fu Haoran glanced at the more than 10,000 corpses in the cold storage and frowned.
"That's it?"
Manuel's face instantly showed embarrassment, and he quickly explained, "Boss, the conditions here are too bad, the city's power supply is unstable, and the hospital's cold storage cannot store corpses for a long time. Most of them have rotted and been disposed of."
Fu Haoran glanced at the old meter box in the morgue, and then at the spiderweb-like mess of wires on the ceiling.
Every corpse that rotted during the power outage was Throne Coin and the crucial Gene-seed!
Fu Haoran was very unhappy, turned around and walked out of the morgue, looking at Manuel: "I will pay to repair supporting backup power equipment for all hospitals and cold storages in the city."
"In addition, in all areas under your control, solar photovoltaic panels will be installed on the roofs and balconies of all residents."
"I am in charge of all the power infrastructure in this city and in all jurisdictions."
Manuel was stunned. "Boss, what do you mean-"
"Ask your people to talk to the power supply bureau. Just say that someone will pay them to repair the power station. There is only one condition. The electricity generated by the new power station will be used first for our morgue and cold chain warehouse."
"Let them decide how to distribute the remaining electricity."
"In addition," Fu Haoran turned around, "I will tell you that in all jurisdictions under your control, I will install solar photovoltaic panels on the roofs and balconies of every household."
"I pay for the equipment, half of the electricity is free, and the other half is turned over to unified management."
"But each of their households must be responsible for maintaining the cleanliness of the photovoltaic panels."
Fu Haoran's tone left no room for negotiation.
Fu Haoran does not engage in loss-making business and does not like to eat alone.
Use the execution power of the gang to force the installation, exchange free electricity for free maintenance for residents, and the excess electricity can be sold to the State Grid to make money, and at the same time completely solve the power supply problem of the corpse cold storage.
One investment earns two returns, and it also solves the problem of preserving core supply sources.
Manuel Although he didn't fully understand the method, he nodded immediately. "I understand, boss! I'll make arrangements now!"
Early the next morning, all Manuel's men went out to force the installation of photovoltaic panels from house to house.
In the slums of South America, the roof is made of iron sheets, and the balcony is a shed supported by a few wooden sticks.
The gang members carried photovoltaic panels and knocked on every door, laid the panels on the roof and nailed them with expansion screws.
There is a storage box installed in front of each house, and several households share a set of storage batteries.
At first, the poor people blocked the door with farm tools and resisted, fearing that gangs would come to plunder and exploit them again.
But when they saw that the first household had installed photovoltaic panels and used free electricity that day, and even sold the saved electricity to the power station for money, everyone's mentality changed instantly.
Within three days, poor people came to their homes and begged gangs to come and install them. They even donated their roofs and balconies just to install more photovoltaic panels and earn more money.
At the same time, another news broke in the slums.
Manuel publicly collects complete human remains. As long as they are voluntary donations from deceased relatives, we will give you US$800 in cash for each corpse on the spot and give priority to the installation of photovoltaic panels.
As soon as the news spread, not only the local poor people from Medellín, but also people from surrounding cities and even Venezuela and Peru rushed over with the bodies of their relatives.
Local public hospitals and funeral homes also took the initiative to come to the door. Unowned corpses were uniformly donated according to the compliance procedures. There were more than a dozen cold chain trucks at the border port every day to bring the corpses into storage.
The average daily arrival volume is stable at 70,000 to 80,000 units.
In just one week, Fu Haoran had 500,000 more complete bodies that met quality inspection standards.
[Ding! Main mission: Sucker Support Plan progress update!]
[Newly qualified Wetware raw materials: 500,000 units, with a total of 1 million units to be delivered!]
Fu Haoran looked at the neat bodies in the cold storage, nodded with satisfaction, and directly started the cross-world teleportation program.
On the flagships of Warhammer World and Reck.
The deputy rushed in with an ugly look on his face and said anxiously, "Captain! Fu Haoran Governor has sent a message, saying that the second batch of 500,000 Wetware has been prepared. Please go over now for inspection and delivery!"
Reck The tea in his hand almost spilled on the bridge console.
Three days, two deliveries!
A million corpses!
"Didn't he go on a killing spree at Lower Hive? Otherwise it shouldn't have happened. Lower Hive can't kill so many people in one day!"
Reck stared at the goods and said to himself, "Is he crazy?! Did he really slaughter the entire Lower Hive?!"
He never imagined that the source of Fu Haoran's body was not in Warhammer World at all, but on another blue planet with a population of several billion that he could not even imagine.
In his eyes, this self-destruction is just Fu Haoran's arbitrage business.