Chapter 790: He Yuzhu Gets Fired

At 2:00 AM on August 2, 1990, a massive army of hundreds of thousands from Babylon suddenly crossed the border, invading the neighboring small, wealthy country of Meishan.

The army's offensive was swift; in just half a day, they breached the capital of Meishan.

The Meishan royal family fled in a panic, and the entire city was completely controlled by the Babylonian army.

After entering the city, the Babylonian leader Sashi immediately issued a secret order to transport all ninety tons of gold from the Meishan national treasury, plus two billion US dollars in cash, overnight using military vehicles.

Over a hundred heavy military trucks, fully loaded with gold and US banknotes, set off in a grand procession overnight toward Babylonian territory.

Fearing investigation by M Country and even more afraid that his subordinate generals would privately embezzle this massive fortune, Sashi had no intention of sending the gold and dollars into the national treasury; instead, he directly ordered the convoy to head to the Jabeer Military Camp in the heart of the desert.

This military camp was situated in the deepest part of the Gobi, with sentry posts everywhere, layers of tanks and infantry deployed for defense, and security tightened to the extreme; ordinary people could not get within half a step of it.

At noon on August 6, the gold convoy, fully loaded with wealth, drove entirely into the heart of the military camp.

Stationed here were Sashi's direct-line trump cards—the two elite divisions of the Republican Guard, the Hammurabi Division and the Medina Division.

Sashi hid this massive fortune here with a simple intention: once the heat died down, he would use this gold to expand military spending and strengthen his own power.

As the international situation heated up rapidly, a large number of M Country military forces began to gather in the Middle East one after another.

At this time, the Jabeer Military Camp not only had a garrison of two divisions but also five thousand workers working overtime to build the camp.

He Yuzhu happened to be one of the laborers here.

He had infiltrated the ranks of these workers more than a month in advance; relying on memories from his past life, he had long anticipated that this plundered gold would definitely be hidden in this place.

He had spent money to bribe an intermediary in advance, successfully passed the military camp's strict security screening, and became a construction worker, participating in the construction of the barracks.

Having endured a full month in the desert, exposed to the wind and sun every day, He Yuzhu was tanned pitch-black, his skin color nearly indistinguishable from the local black people.

This day, watching over a hundred heavy military trucks slowly drive into the camp, the corners of He Yuzhu's mouth stretched all the way to his ears, and his heart blossomed with joy.

He subconsciously pulled a bottle of iced cola from his Personal Space, tilted his head back, and gulped it down.

"What are you doing? Where did you get that cola?" The one asking was Lao Qiao, a fellow worker who lived in the bunk above He Yuzhu.

Lao Qiao was forty-one years old this year; he had left his hometown to work abroad just to earn more money so he could return to the country, marry a wife, and settle down.

"Stole it from the foreman," He Yuzhu said, brushing him off.

At this moment, his mind was filled with the trucks full of gold and US banknotes; he had no interest in chatting with Lao Qiao.

Time flew, and it was soon time to get off work.

The Jabeer Military Camp was brightly lit, with patrolling soldiers moving back and forth; the security was tight to the extreme.

He Yuzhu took advantage of a moment when no one was looking and quietly slipped out of the dormitory.

Before leaving, he had specifically bought a case of beer at the small shop to drink with the workers in his room. They didn't know that He Yuzhu had put something to aid sleep into the drinks.

Everyone in the room fell asleep after drinking, their snoring so loud it made the glass tremble.

On the way to the vault, He Yuzhu knocked out a lone Babylonian soldier and began to swagger through the camp, blending in with the flow of people.

After circling for a full half-hour, he finally avoided the various sentry posts and reached the vicinity of the underground vault.

This time, He Yuzhu had personally participated in the finishing construction of the vault; no one knew better than him how sturdy this underground fortress was built.

The vault's location was specifically chosen to avoid the soft quicksand layer, digging straight down more than thirty meters to reach the solid bedrock foundation.

The entire structure was cast with high-grade reinforced concrete, with walls and a roof seven meters thick, and the inner walls were reinforced with thickened armored steel plates; let alone ordinary demolition, even a bunker-busting bomb would find it hard to shake it in the slightest.

After the vault was completed, thick yellow sand was deliberately covered on top to disguise it as a natural sand dune; from the outside, one couldn't see a trace of man-made construction.

A large number of sturdy bunkers were also built around the vault to provide housing for soldiers.

Even the domestic water was brought in through dozens of kilometers of underground pipes specifically laid for it.

The ordinary laborers working here were all kept in the dark, knowing only that they were building a large ammunition depot; no one guessed it was a top-secret vault.

Only He Yuzhu, relying on his knowledge of international military secrets from his past life, clearly knew that a shocking fortune was about to be hidden here.

He quietly activated Scanning, precisely finding the most suitable location to drill a hole, planning to pull off a switch that would leave no one the wiser.

Before setting off, he had long prepared dozens of tons of fake gold bars, intending to replace this batch of real gold in kind.

Finding the exact spot, He Yuzhu muttered in his heart: "System, directly drill a tunnel into the interior of the vault, avoiding the guard room and the power distribution room areas; don't take the long way around."

"Host, opening a dedicated tunnel will consume two tons of gold. Do you confirm?"

"Confirm!"

Over the next two hours, a tunnel leading directly from the surface to the vault was completed silently.

He Yuzhu secretly sighed; if he hadn't been certain that a massive fortune was hidden here, he wouldn't have dared to rashly spend two tons of gold to drill a hole. If anything went wrong, he would have lost everything.

Sneaking into the underground vault through the tunnel, the piles of boxes before his eyes were dazzling.

He Yuzhu was not polite at all; he reached out and took all the gold and US banknotes in the boxes into his Personal Space.

He unexpectedly discovered that besides gold and cash, the warehouse was also stacked with a large amount of precious jewelry and raw diamonds.

In less than ten minutes, the massive underground warehouse had been completely emptied by him.

Afterward, he put the fake gold bars he had prepared in advance back into those large wooden boxes; as for the jewelry and diamonds, he could only fill them with random gravel, but he couldn't worry about that anymore—this wasn't in his plan to begin with.

When withdrawing from the vault, the system automatically sealed and compacted the tunnel, and the surface returned to its original state, showing no trace of having been excavated.

He Yuzhu quietly returned to the dormitory; the few people in the room were still sleeping soundly.

He simply added two sleeping pills to his own water cup, lay down, and fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, everyone in the dormitory was rudely woken up by the foreman; one by one, they were bleary-eyed, having all overslept and collectively missing work.

At this point, the barracks project they were responsible for was nearing completion, and they could have finished and taken their pay in half a month, but they had happened to miss work collectively, which immediately made the foreman furious.

This foreman was an Indian named Puredi; his face was livid at this moment, and he pointed at the group, cursing: "Bastards! Did you come here to work or to go on vacation? You don't know the first thing about rules; you can't even wake up on time?"

He Yuzhu stepped forward, his tone cold as he retorted: "It's just half an hour late, is it worth cursing people like that?"

Puredi didn't understand Chinese, but seeing He Yuzhu's tough attitude and refusal to be disciplined, he immediately stepped forward and reached out to grab his collar.

He Yuzhu reacted extremely quickly, lifting his leg and kicking him hard in the stomach.

Puredi staggered backward, falling seven or eight meters away, clutching his stomach and unable to get up for a long time.

Once he caught his breath, he roared in a rage: "He Yuzhu, you are fired! Get out immediately! No, everyone in your dormitory, you are all fired, get out of here!"

The name He Yuzhu registered here under was originally He Dazhu, but somehow, through someone's careless word of mouth, Puredi started calling him He Dazhu 【He Big Pig】. This form of address carried a full measure of insult, and Puredi had intentionally called him that ever since.

"I'm not doing this anymore! I'm tired of taking your crap every single day, you bastard!" He Yuzhu did not show the slightest weakness and retorted directly.