Chapter 23: We're rich!

"Why are you so weak, Brother Zhou Yun?"

Lage carried Zhou Yun with a grin and sent him outside Zhou Yun's house.

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

"You look better; let's go have a drink."

Noticing that Zhou Yun's complexion was better, Lage couldn't help but persuade:

"Tomorrow we're going to have a bloody fight with the Ark Gang; accompany your brother for a drink."

"Maybe next time you won't see your brother."

Lage's tone was full of sincerity, as if he were going to die tomorrow.

"I've heard this from you at least seven or eight times," Zhou Yun shook his slightly relieved head and said.

Lage was an old hand; in a Hive City gang where the average age didn't exceed thirty, this guy had actually lived to be an old thing.

No matter how dangerous the gang war was, this guy could always slip back unscathed.

Zhou Yun often suspected that this guy had been blessed by some Warp god; how could he be so hard to kill?

"Wait, you said the Ark Gang is going to have a bloody fight with you?" Zhou Yun raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, before you left, our territory and theirs collided."

Lage grinned and touched the Agrippina-pattern Mark III autogun hanging at his waist.

Clearly, he had swiped it from the pile of weapons delivered to the gang.

Zhou Yun was speechless; this old thing...

But it didn't matter; the gang had already paid him, so it was none of his business even if Lage swiped all three hundred.

"Is the Ark Gang in such a hurry to expand?" Zhou Yun frowned tightly.

"I heard they want to build some kind of ark and need a lot of supplies and manpower," Lage thought for a while and said.

"Ark... do they want to fly to the sky and become Aeldari?" Zhou Yun muttered.

This Ark Gang was getting stranger the more he thought about it.

Their doctrines and actions seemed to be closely related to Genestealers.

Could it really be part of a Genestealer Cult?

But being so conspicuous didn't seem like the style of Genestealers.

Zhou Yun felt some doubt for a moment.

It seemed he had to find a time to investigate the background of that Ark Gang.

If it really was Genestealers, that would be a big problem.

But there was no chance today.

Zhou Yun rubbed his brow, which was still aching faintly.

After returning from the ruined city, he went to the Old Eighth District after one night; the continuous work made his body feel a bit tired.

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

The bed board wasn't soft, but the moment he lay down, Zhou Yun felt his fatigue dissipate quite a bit.

He kicked the door leaning against the bed, rubbed his temples, and focused his gaze on the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket.

The harvest from this trip to the Old Eighth District was not small.

In addition to the weapons he got back from the PDF warehouse, Zhou Yun also got Ignace Karkasy's notebook and the safe that stored the notebook.

That notebook...

Zhou Yun remembered that notebook, and the corner of his eye couldn't stop twitching.

He thought that thing was at most a collection of poems, but he didn't expect it to be Ignace Karkasy's diary.

The blasphemous incantations recorded on it had been completely destroyed by Zhou Yun.

But even so...

Zhou Yun rubbed his brow.

This notebook recorded many records from the Great Crusade era, mainly including Horus, the planet Davin, Erebus, the Sons of Horus, and First Captain Abaddon.

It even contained quite a few complaints about Astartes and guesses about the Warrior Lodges.

The contents of this notebook were taboo among taboos and secret among secrets for the Empire.

There were some histories that many institutions in the Empire hoped would be buried forever.

It was fine for these records to be in Zhou Yun's hands, but if they fell into the hands of some noble and attracted the attention of certain Imperial institutions,

I'm afraid that everyone who had seen this notebook would be forced to be loyal.

Zhou Yun immediately made a decision: this thing must absolutely not be given to Old One-Eye.

It was better to keep buried what should be buried.

It was a pity that the Fourth-Dimensional Pocket didn't have a high recycling price for text-based content.

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

Then, he recycled most of the weapons and equipment he had found in the Old Eighth District and the stasis field safe.

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1.3 million credits were instantly credited.

He didn't recycle the fifty Kantrael-pattern M36 lasguns.

Because this thing was really easy to use; it was worthy of being a weapon known as the "good wife of the Astra Militarum," and even more worthy of being the model equipped by the Cadian Shock Troopers.

He could now control twelve lasguns at once through telekinesis; although the energy consumption was relatively large and there would be a few seconds of delay for each round of shooting, who in the Underhive wouldn't be confused by a dozen focused light beams hitting their face?

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

Zhou Yun also kept some of the other three types of weapons, just in case they would be useful later.

All in all, he recycled 1.3 million credits.

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

"Who's a family with you?" Zhou Yun glanced at him and said.

Although he felt a bit of heartache, Zhou Yun still opened the mall interface of the Future Department Store.

He had to buy some more items.

If the Ark Gang really was a Genestealer Cult, the items Zhou Yun had on hand now would definitely not be enough.

The Genestealer Patriarch under Ashford was a giant monster six meters tall, with armor as hard as diamond and terrifying psyker power.

This Genestealer, due to its host's bloodline, could even to some extent be uncontrolled by the Great Devourer.

Because of this, it could even trade blows with a Death Company Dreadnought of the Blood Angels... that was a Death Company Dreadnought.

Zhou Yun had to get some more powerful weapons.

【Item Name: Pocket Long Juanfeng】

【Origin: 22nd Century Earth - Future Department Store】

【Production Date: 277. M2】

【Function: It looks like a gourd; as long as you pull out the gourd stopper, you can release a tornado, which can release a gale comparable to the intensity of a typhoon, powerful enough to destroy a small town in a short time.】

"Price: 560,000"

Capable of releasing a gale comparable to a typhoon, capable of destroying a small town in an instant.

When Zhou Yun saw this description, his eyes lit up slightly.

The price was only 560,000, not too expensive.

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

This thing released a gale indiscriminately; if Zhou Yun really released a typhoon-level hurricane, he would also be swept into it.

But if the scale was slightly smaller, relying on the teleportation ability brought by the Superpower Hat...

Zhou Yun's eyes lit up slightly.

Throwing a hurricane into the enemy's face and then teleporting away—he liked it too much.

Zhou Yun reached out and chose to buy this item.

"The bastards of the Ark Gang are launching a sneak attack!"

Before Zhou Yun could take the item out of his backpack, he heard a commotion outside the door.

"The Ark Gang raised by mutants! Open fire, brothers!"

Gunshots and curses intertwined, echoing through the dark night.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 24 =====