You hand it to me, I lift it for you, and we start moving the boxes with unmatched proficiency.
There are just three large and one small boxes, and we're done in minutes.
"Check the scene, clean up the clues."
D's voice from inside the mask was muffled, but very decisive.
All enemies' guns, bullet casings, and equipment were taken away without a trace, revealing two words through their orderly actions.
Professional.
"What are you doing!? Hurry up!"
D sat in the driver's seat and saw Ruoqi still squatting on the ground fiddling with something, yelling angrily.
He's still dilly-dallying at this point!
"Done." Ruoqi quickly jumped into the vehicle.
Moer pulled the door shut with force just as the vehicle sped away.
This dark blue cargo van, looking old and ordinary, took several turns in the streets and alleys before merging back into the traffic flow from a side road.
At this moment, a roaring AV-4 armored gunship flew low overhead, its blue thruster flames howling, followed by a charging armored vehicle.
It was military technology.
Unfortunately, it was a little too late.
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"Damn, that was close! So freaking thrilling!"
As the van descended from the bridge into Little Chinatown, the military technology skyscraper had completely disappeared from view, and C finally relaxed his tense and rigid muscles, slumping onto the backrest of the passenger seat.
Years of fighting with cops and security companies in a hail of bullets had made him somewhat unfamiliar with such a "peaceful" withdrawal, so bizarre that he almost couldn't believe it.
He glanced at Ruoqi, who was sitting in the back seat, laughing happily.
It was that guy who turned the unused EMP bomb into a cunning mine.
The fools from military technology opened the door of the transport vehicle and got their faces smeared with electromagnetic pulses, and most of the unlucky ones within ten meters were probably beyond help.
They heard that explosion in the company square several kilometers away.
The vehicle entered the depths of Little Chinatown and slowly drove towards the rendezvous point in the North Industrial Zone.
"Open it up and take a look?"
Ruoqi and Dragan, with a bitter and resentful face, exchanged glances, pointing to the boxes on the ground.
"Go ahead." D nodded.
So Ruoqi reached out, forcefully unbuckled the latch, and then the last layer of protection, revealing the contents of the box to everyone.
"What's this?"
He looked at the alloy sheets, each sealed in individual small boxes, and asked.
"Subdermal armor, infused with rare earth elements, crafted on-site at the mining location," Moer explained. She picked up a piece, tore off the protective film and packaging, weighed it in her hand, and stroked it a few times, "These are still raw materials, needing further processing."
"Subdermal armor? Damn, we've hit the jackpot!"
C was so excited that he stuck his head out from the front seat.
"No, this isn't ordinary subdermal armor."
Moer gave him a dismissive glance and flicked the sheet with her finger.
"This is a woven layer of armor worn on the skin. Although it doesn't use electronic technology, its structure is incredibly sturdy. It can withstand ordinary stabbing and cutting injuries, has excellent flexibility, is extremely difficult to penetrate, and it's also very easy to move in. It also provides some protection against kinetic weapons."
"What does that mean?" C was intimidated by Moer's analysis, swallowed, and asked.
"Top-tier civilian versions of lesser quality cost fifty euros per square centimeter," Moer casually tossed the armor piece back into the box, "The armor needed to completely wrap around the neck is about four hundred square centimeters, which is why high-end armor is so expensive."
But this large box contained hundreds of such armor pieces, each about ten centimeters square.
Even if they were all civilian versions, their value would be well over a million euros!
Dragan opened the other two boxes, and as expected, they all contained the same merchandise.
"So, how much can we sell this high-end stuff for?"
Ruoqi poked the armor, shuddering at the thought of replacing his skin with it and then attaching the synthetic skin from real skin technology.
Hopes turned to Moer from all directions.
"Most military-grade armor circulates in the black market. How it's priced depends on the market conditions," she said indifferently, clearly not interested in these items.
This could also be understood as – these items are scarce, so treat them as treasures and sell them.
"Damn! We've made a fortune this time."
C happily whistled, revealing his big white teeth.
"Regina should know about this, ask her," Ruoqi suggested.
Finding a reliable middleman, although they would take a percentage, their stable sales channels and methods were incomparable to ordinary people. It saves time and effort, and besides, a few million in revenue, a 10% cut is no big deal, it's worth it.
"Is this armor too?"
Ruoqi picked up the small box and placed it on his lap, not too heavy.
About the same size as the box that held the relic.
"Eh... this one requires password verification!?"
He looked at the red Xs indicating verification failure on the panel, surprised.
"Let me see." T-Bug came over, blue light flickering in her eyes, "Well, it's a dynamic password."
"What's a dynamic password?"
Ruoqi heard the new term and asked curiously.
"It's been around for many years, but it's very reliable," T-Bug explained while hacking, "Usually there's a numeric password card, the password terminal sends a specific coordinate to the password card, and the password card sends the coordinate's numeric combination to the terminal. There's also the method using dynamic algorithms..."
"So is this thing difficult to deal with? Should we just try cutting it open?" Dragan, an outsider, asked with a furrowed brow.
"It's open." The light in T-Bug's eyes disappeared.
"What's open?"
Then Dragan saw T-Bug casually lift the lid of the box like opening a wardrobe.
It's open just like that!?
A pair of sea-blue cylinders lay quietly in the middle of the box, secured in a bunch of soft foam.
A faint, strange smell began to spread in the air.
It was hard to describe what the smell was, but it was very unfamiliar and indescribable.
Luo Qi grabbed one of them, held it up, and rotated it to look at it from both sides.
The thing was about the thickness of a bowl's mouth, one end slightly thicker, the other end slightly thinner, with a simple streamlined aesthetic.
The interior was hollow, with a wall thickness of about two fingers.
"What is this?"
Luo Qi tried to stuff his hand into it, but the inner diameter was less than three centimeters, so it was obviously not an armguard.
He looked at Mo Er, who shook her head, indicating she had never seen such a thing.
Tapping it with his knuckles produced a metallic crisp sound, but squeezing it with force revealed a bit of toughness.
Not only the two of them, but no one in the car recognized it.
[Unknown device detected, do you want to connect?]
"Since it's not some super energy source or biochemical weapon, why is this thing so well protected?" D couldn't understand this time, driving while looking back at it through the central rearview mirror. "Could it be part of some device?"
"What kind of device looks like this? And a pair?" C raised an objection, "Maybe it's a toy for some rich person."
He glanced at the hole suggestively and showed a comical smile on his face.
Then he got slapped on the head by Dragan: "Are you so crazy about women? If I were to use this thing, I'd rather use a toilet paper roll!"
T-Bug sighed and shook her head helplessly.
Only Mo Er noticed Luo Qi's sudden stunned expression, then watched him put on a forced calm smile, raised her eyebrows, and gave him a hidden questioning look.
Luo Qi covered his expression with a deep yawn, then silently winked at Mo Er.
His heart raced as he looked at the thing in his hand...
More than half an hour later, in a secluded warehouse in the northern industrial area of the city, a one-eyed masked woman walked in, followed by an attendant.
It was Regina.
C and D were discussing where to splurge after getting the money for this batch of goods, Dragan was holding a gun, nervously guarding the second-floor platform. T-Bug had already left after receiving her payment, leaving Luo Qi sitting on the box chatting with Mo Er.
She greeted Luo Qi and glanced at Mo Er without saying anything, then started talking to D.
After a few minutes of calculation, the three boxes of armor materials were traded at a price of 5 million euros. Regina took the full payment and all subsequent sales and profits belonged to her.
In Mo Er's words - this batch of goods could be slowly sold over the next few years. Scarcity adds value, selling about one-third would almost cover the cost.