Chapter 933: Hearing Thunder in the Silence

He Yuzhu stayed in Shencheng for another three days.

During these three days, he accompanied Lou Xiaoe from door to door, delivering compensation to the families of the victims.

With the spies behind the scenes no longer inciting them, things went very smoothly, and those families were all able to understand that this matter was not the company's fault, but rather sabotage by hostile forces.

Ten days passed in the blink of an eye. On the day of his departure, Lou Xiaoe saw him to the door, the reluctance in her eyes almost overflowing.

She reached out to straighten his collar and nagged, "I know you have ability, but you aren't a young man in your twenties anymore; don't push yourself when doing things."

He Yuzhu smiled, reached out to pull her into his arms, and gave her a firm hug, "Don't worry, I have my own sense of measure; I know what's important."

On this trip, He Yuzhu had no intention at all of dealing with those military bases of M Country in Asia.

He had only one target—Kentucky, the Knox Vault, the place rumored to store over three thousand tons of gold, accounting for a full one-third of M Country's official reserves alone.

That place was hidden inside an army military base, surrounded by layers of barbed wire and patrols, and it was said that the army responsible for security alone numbered over ten thousand.

He Yuzhu circled this Military Camp for two days; he wasn't in a hurry to act, just wandering around the perimeter, feeling that iron-clad, murderous atmosphere.

To be honest, he had the system and could directly use Space-Time Shuttle to step right into the vault.

But the problem was—he had heard too many rumors in his past life, saying that the gold in that vault was all tungsten bars plated with a layer of gold, just to fool people.

If he paid the price to shuttle over only to exchange it for a pile of fakes, that would truly be losing the wife and the soldiers.

Yet, standing in front of this heavily guarded fortress, he couldn't help but waver—with such tight security, if the inside were all fake, who would it be for? Let's gamble!

He Yuzhu gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: "System, I am currently five kilometers away from the vault; how much gold is needed as a travel fee to shuttle directly to the innermost treasury?"

The system's cold electronic voice rang out immediately: "Host, twenty tons of gold are required."

He Yuzhu almost cursed out loud: "System, didn't it use to be two tons? How did it jump to twenty tons in the blink of an eye? The inflation coefficient is too high; your price hike is too fast."

The system explained unhurriedly: "Host, upon detection, the gold inside this vault is stored in twenty-eight Duli compartments, and the corridors are filled with surveillance cameras; only the interiors of the compartments storing the gold are free of surveillance. If you want to take all the gold, you need to use Space-Time Shuttle more than thirty times. Twenty tons is already a discounted price. Additionally, Host, if you shuttle more than ten times a day, your body will be unable to bear it; emptying this entire place will take at least three days."

He Yuzhu frowned and pressed: "But can't I take objects from a distance? If I enter one Warehouse, can't I directly collect the gold from the other compartments as well?"

The system's voice remained flat: "Host, the thickness of the partition walls between the compartments reaches twenty-five meters, exceeding the effective range of taking objects from a distance."

After hearing this, He Yuzhu could only smile bitterly. He took a deep breath and thought, for a big deal of over three thousand tons, a twenty-ton toll wasn't too black-hearted. He nodded and said in a low voice: "Fine, System, I'll do this deal."

As soon as he finished speaking, his vision went pitch black, and when he opened his eyes again, he was already standing inside a vault compartment.

There was not a sliver of light in the narrow space; all he could see was pure darkness.

He took out a small flashlight and shone it around; this compartment was only a dozen square meters in size, with gold stacked layer by layer, piled all the way to the ceiling. The golden bricks were stacked neatly, emitting a warm, matte glow under the flashlight.

But after standing here for a long time, He Yuzhu couldn't feel the preciousness of the gold at all; instead, it felt like being in a room full of scrap metal—the quantity was simply too vast, so much that it made one numb.

He didn't linger; he raised his hand and waved it, like a wizard casting a spell, and in the blink of an eye, all the gold in this compartment vanished into thin air.

He Yuzhu asked: "System, how much gold is in this Warehouse in total?"

System: "Host, a total of one hundred and forty-four tons."

He Yuzhu asked again: "Is this real gold?"

System: "The purity of the gold in this compartment is 91.67 percent."

He Yuzhu was a bit puzzled and pressed: "System, isn't the purity of gold on the market 99.5 percent? Why is the purity here so much lower?"

System: "The reserves here are coin gold, minted after M Country confiscated civilian gold coins in 1933; the purity naturally cannot compare to modern industrial standard gold bars."

He Yuzhu suddenly realized, nodded, and said: "Send me into the second Warehouse."

The light and shadow flickered before his eyes, and he stepped into the second compartment.

The dimensions of the space were also a dozen square meters, and the way the gold was stacked was exactly the same, as neat as a brick wall.

Immediately after, He Yuzhu followed the same pattern, taking the gold from the second compartment, then the third, the fourth... He kept shuttling and clearing them out with a wave of his hand, one after another, like harvesting crops.

But by the time he finished the ninth compartment, his head felt dizzy and swollen, his temples were throbbing, and his strength felt as if it had been completely drained.

There was no choice; he could only shuttle out of the vault first.

After coming out, He Yuzhu stood in the wild fields on the perimeter of the base, and when the night wind blew, he couldn't help but shiver.

He had taken over a thousand tons of gold today, but he felt not a shred of joy in his heart.

The main reason was that the cost of shuttling was too high—a single Space-Time Shuttle consumed two tons of gold.

For example, it was like a person who had saved up some money, but had to take a plane back and forth to work every day; in the end, the savings were only enough to buy eighteen hundred plane tickets—how could that be called wealthy?

He shook his head with a bitter smile, released a car from his Storage Space, started the engine, and drove dozens of kilometers in one breath, finally settling down in Louisville.

This was a medium-sized city with a population of several hundred thousand. He Yuzhu disguised himself as a white man, wearing an ordinary jacket and a baseball cap, with a fake beard stuck to his face; mixed in the crowd, no one noticed him at all.

He used a fake Passport with no bad records; his identity was clean and impossible to verify.

Over the next two days, like punching a time clock at work, he shuttled into the vault on time every day, sweeping through it compartment by compartment, and finally stored all three thousand five hundred tons of gold into his Storage Space.

When he cleared the last compartment, he stood in the empty Warehouse and smiled, then muttered to himself: "Ten-plus years from now, when you discover the gold here is gone, what will you think?"

A strange thought flashed through his mind: perhaps the rumors from his past life were all true, and the gold in this vault might have long since been emptied by another "He Yuzhu," leaving only a famous name to fool the world, just like the hidden weapon "Peacock Feather" in martial arts novels—famous in name, but hollow in reality.

After collecting the gold from Fort Knox, He Yuzhu didn't set his sights on other vaults.

Over three thousand tons of gold were safely stored in his Storage Space, enough for him to use for a very long time.

Immediately after, he cast his gaze toward the factories under the five major financial groups, especially various military-industrial enterprises; he didn't intend to let a single one go.

Of the shells and bullets produced by the assembly lines of these factories, which one wasn't stained with the blood of innocent people?

Only this time, he wasn't in a hurry at all.

In the past, he was impatient, doing things fast in and fast out, hitting the target in one strike.

Now, he was older and could slow down, doing things where one hears the thunder in the silence.

Because he held a massive amount of gold, He Yuzhu didn't need to personally sneak into the factory areas and tangle with the security guards.

He only needed to find a hidden spot from afar and consume a few tons of gold to instantly shuttle into the core area of the factory.

His methods this time were exceptionally cautious; the scene was so clean that not a trace of human sabotage could be found.

Today, at this Special Steel factory, the pipes were already corroded and aged; he quietly tampered with the pipe joints, and in the middle of the night, the pipes burst directly, high-temperature molten steel gushed out, detonating the Steel Smelting Furnace, and the entire factory area was forced to shut down completely, taking at least two years to repair and resume production.

A few days later at another ammunition factory, the power distribution box wiring was already aged; he made slight adjustments, and the short circuit instantly triggered a violent explosion, blowing half of the factory building into ruins.

Without using any Explosive, leaving no fingerprints, or triggering any security alarms throughout the entire process, every accident looked like a natural disaster caused by equipment aging.

Within one month, three large-scale Military Factories suffered major safety accidents in succession, production lines were completely paralyzed, all overseas orders were delayed, and the stock prices of the related enterprises plummeted off a cliff.