Meteorite Special Training Camp.
Yan Zhan stood on top of the ruins, the holographic projection in front of him flashing continuously.
In the projection, seven senior officials of the Imperial Energy Administration and Military Department Joint Committee spoke in turn.
"Yan Zhan, three-year strategic reserve, returned to zero overnight!"
"The backup energy pool is scrapped, the main energy bus is melted down, and the Gravity Tower core is shut down!"
"How did you become a chief instructor?"
"Even if three thousand Gold-Eating Beast were allowed to lie down in the energy pool and chew it, they wouldn't be able to chew it so cleanly!"
Yan Zhan opened his mouth, but finally condensed his full defense into one sentence.
"This is an assassination."
"Second Fleet Instructor Rainer lifted the safety restrictions without authorization and forcibly opened the backup energy pool. The responsibility lies with him."
There was silence on the other side of the projection for a moment.
Yan Zhan Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Director Energy Agency said coldly:
"Rainer is dead!"
"So? Are you going to let us find a corpse to reimburse?"
"Submit the reconstruction plan within seven days. Resume basic training within one month, otherwise Meteorite Special Training Camp will cancel all resource quotas for this year!"
Snap!
Communication is interrupted.
Yan Zhan looked at the blackened projection, took a helpless breath, and pushed his hair back.
There is an extra handful of hair on the palm of my hand.
He glanced at it and threw it away silently.
If it continues to fall like this, Special Training Camp has not been rebuilt yet, and his hairstyle has entered the rebuilding stage first.
Half an hour later.
Yan Zhan found Lin Feng.
Lin Feng is wiping War Halberd in the temporary rest area.
Yan Zhan pulled open the metal chair and sat on the opposite side.
"Base Camp is out of money."
Lin Feng didn't even raise his head.
"Looking for Rainer."
"He's dead."
"The body is still there."
Yan Zhan stared at him.
"Finance Department does not accept corpses."
Lin Feng will War Halberd into the space.
"That's because their business scope is not comprehensive enough."
Yan Zhan's breathing was stagnant.
He finally understood.
Getting this kid to take the initiative to acknowledge the debt is no less difficult than getting Finance Department to give him an additional budget.
"Rainer is responsible for opening the energy pool."
Yan Zhan pointed outside.
"But all the three years' reserves went into your stomach."
"You are now at the ninth level Cosmic Realm, but Base Camp..."
Lin Feng interrupted and corrected, "Strictly speaking, I am passive, and absorbing the main energy pulse is an involuntary act."
Yan Zhan The back of the hand is tight.
After a long while, he suppressed the urge to smash the table with one palm.
"The boss asked me to resume training within a month."
"As the main beneficiary of this accident, you should contribute somewhat."
"Otherwise, I can't explain it."
Lin Feng looked at him.
"The chief instructor is also short of money?"
"I am Sovereign Realm, not a money printing machine."
Yan Zhan stood up and walked out the door with a calm face.
When he came to the door, he paused slightly, but did not look back.
"If Rainer dies in your hands, the things he left behind will naturally belong to you. I will not interfere."
"But Base Camp looks like this now, you should have some ideas."
Lin Feng raised his head with a calm expression.
"I know it well."
Yan Zhan was silent for a moment.
It was because this guy spoke so frankly that he felt even more uneasy.
The door is closed.
Lin Feng raised his hand and picked up the space belt on the table.
Spiritual power poured into it.
A layer of gray-black Mental Imprint immediately emerged, turning into the shadow of Rainer, trying to tear the intruder's consciousness apart.
Lin Feng Pinch your five fingers together.
Bang!
The phantom exploded on the spot.
The space belt then opens.
Hundreds of cubic meters of interior space are presented in the Lin Feng perception.
There are boxes of high-level star crystals piled on the outermost periphery.
Twelve boxes of cosmic-level Qi and blood potions.
Six Sovereign-grade Star Beast cores.
There are also seventeen copies of Origin Crystal sealed in a cryogenic box.
If any of these things were placed outside, it would be enough for the Sovereign Realm Martial Artist to take over.
Lin Feng took back his mental power, looked at the mountains of resources, and touched his chin thoughtfully.
"Rainer, this old guy is probably doing a lot of things to enrich himself behind the scenes."
"These high-level star crystals and Origin Crystal alone cannot be legally owned by an instructor."
These physical materials are extremely precious, but if they are taken out directly for Base Camp reconstruction, it will easily lead to the tracing of Second Fleet and Imperial Energy Administration.
To cash out safely, you must go through StarNet's underground Black Market, or split it into small shares and entrust it to the Mercenary Alliance's money laundering channel.
But it takes time.
On the other hand, Yan Zhan has obviously been pushed to the edge of the cliff by the joint committee of the Finance Department. It needs a plan within seven days and cannot afford to wait.
"Got to find some hard currency."
Lin Feng's Psychic Power once again probed into the space belt, this time choosing the deepest point.
Underneath a pile of messy parts, a trace of hidden fluctuations was captured.
That's a tiny compartment shielded by a dark matter coating.
Lin Feng burst out with a ray of thought power and accurately opened the compartment.
A dark card with dark gold edges lay quietly inside.
In the center of the card, there is a starry sky dragon badge with wings spread using micro-carving technology - that is the exclusive totem of the Imperial Royal Family.
"The most advanced anonymous black gold card of the Imperial Royal..."
Lin Feng's eyes are slightly bright.
He had heard about the name of this thing on the StarNet forum.
This kind of black gold card is the favorite "little treasury" of the empire's top dignitaries and interstellar oligarchs.
The reason why it is so popular lies in its outrageous security.
Anonymous means that it is not bound to any identity information and recognizes the card but not the person.
However, the process of "recognizing the card" is extremely demanding. It is equipped with the highest level quantum firewall inside, which requires the original owner's specific mental frequency and multiple biological keys to activate it.
Once an external mental force is detected and forcibly cracked, the micro self-destruct array inside the card will explode instantly, completely erasing the data and funds inside and turning it into nothing.
Rainer hid it so deeply, obviously treating it as the last resort.
"Extremely high security? Will it self-destruct if forced to crack?"
Lin Feng chuckled and held the black gold card between his two fingers.
"What a coincidence, I like to be reasonable."
"System, destroy all firewall restrictions in this card, block the self-destruct program, and forcibly transfer the highest control authority to my mental frequency band."
[Ding! The command has been received. Target object: Imperial Royal Black Gold Card. Encryption level: SSS-Rank.]
[Connecting to the quantum network... disintegrating the spiritual lock... rewriting the underlying logic...]
The firewall that seems indestructible to outsiders is as fragile as a layer of paper under the attack of system dimensionality reduction.
It only lasts three seconds.
[The crack is completed, the permissions have been completely transferred, and you are now the only legal owner of the account.]
As the reminder sound in his mind fell, a wave of water ripples appeared on the surface of the black gold card.
Immediately afterwards, a holographic light curtain was projected from above the card, floating in front of Lin Feng.
There is no complicated identity information on the light screen, only a simple and crude line of numbers.
Account balance: 1,000,000,000 star coins.
A whole billion!
Looking at the long series of zeros, Lin Feng stood up in shock.
Special Training Camp Even if a place like this is operated at full capacity, the basic energy consumption plus equipment maintenance for a year is only a few hundred million star coins.
Yan Zhan just lost his hair worrying about the three-year strategic reserve, but this billion star coins, let alone filling the three-year deficit, even if Special Training Camp buys all the energy reserves for the next five years, it will be more than enough!
"Three years of resources are just a waste of time."
"Rainer ah Rainer, you are such a good person, I will never forget you."
Lin Feng casually accepted the black gold card, raised his left wrist, and lit up the standard communicator issued by Special Training Camp - Star Ring.
He called up the channel Yan Zhan and quickly entered on the light screen:
[Chief instructor, don't worry about money]
[Base Camp All the energy costs for the reconstruction, including the maintenance of the backup pool and main bus bar, are all covered by me]
[However, as the only wholly-owned investor, I have an additional condition: Gravity Tower cannot be restored as it is, and its reconstruction drawings must be determined by me.]
At this time, Special Training Camp was in the chief instructor's office.
Yan Zhan was frowning at the table full of battle damage reports and reconstruction bills.
He had just made a cup of calming tea and was about to take a sip to calm down his anger.
"Didi."
Star Ring vibrates lightly on the wrist.
Yan Zhan glanced at the sender on the screen, and his brows instantly knitted into a tight knot.
After clicking on the message and reading it, he laughed angrily and knocked the teacup heavily on the table.
"This brat, as his strength has increased, his tone has also risen to the sky!"
Yan Zhan turned on the voice reply angrily to Star Ring and complained mercilessly:
"Lin Feng, have you damaged your brain by absorbing the energy pulse? Base Camp's reconstruction is a project worth hundreds of millions. The energy cost and Gravity Tower's core alone cost tens of millions of star coins! Are you all-inclusive? What package are you taking? Are you going to be drained and sold to Institute of Life Sciences by the pound?"
"You still want to rebuild Gravity Tower? Do you think you can build building blocks? That is the patented technology of the empire Military Department! Just stay in the rest area to consolidate your realm, and don't cause trouble to me. I will go to the Finance Department to argue with those old bastards about the money..."
Yan Zhan's voice recording hasn't been finished yet.
"Ding!"
Star Ring emits a crisp beep.
A payment notification from Imperial Bank blocked the voice interface being recorded by Yan Zhan.
[Your Special Training Camp Chief Instructor's public account has received an anonymous fund transfer.]
[Transfer amount: 100,000,000 star coins.]
[PS: A little money is not enough, investor: Lin Feng.]