blogombal Chapter 73 Gray Accounts
Chapter 73 Gray Accounts
Chapter 73 Gray Accounts
3 PM.
After dealing with a morning of complicated official documents, Luo Wei was fiddling with a black chip in his hand.
This chip has biometric identification capabilities.
This is the last legacy left by former manager Case.
It is also the most core secret in his mind.
With Lowe officially becoming a full-fledged official, he gained the highest authority granted by the governor.
This chip, which had been encrypted layer by layer and connected to countless secret doors, officially opened its arms to him.
Loewe inserted the chip into the data interface of the desktop bird tracker.
Accompanied by the sound of an old hard drive booting up, green characters appeared on the screen.
"Let me see just how many good things you've hidden in the cracks of the granary, you big rat."
Luo Wei picked up his slightly chilled coffee and took a sip.
His gaze swept calmly across the list that popped up on the screen.
Just as he expected.
Case's "grey account" didn't have many Imperial Credits.
In a world that could collapse at any moment, even a fool knows that numbers are the most insecure thing.
Therefore, what he hoarded were physical goods, hard currency.
It is a contraband that can save lives in critical moments and also bring huge profits.
[Inventory List: Concealed Warehouse A-7 (Converted from an abandoned ventilation shaft)]
【Item 1: Industrial-grade growth hormone (Model: Terra-Beta/Banned)】
Quantity: 400 barrels (200 liters/barrel)
[Note: High-concentration ripening agents are typically used on fast-growing meat-producing fungi at the bottom of the nest. Side effects include unstable cell structure and extremely poor taste.]
Case's comment: Refugees can't taste the difference.
【Item 2: High-precision air filter (VIP special edition)】
Quantity: 50 boxes
[Note: It can filter 99.9% of industrial dust and trace viruses.]
Case's comment: I don't want to get black lung disease; that stuff can be traded for two healthy virgins on the black market.
【Item 3: Nerve Blocking Agent (Military Grade/Expired)】
Quantity: 2000 pieces
[Note: Used to suppress riots, it can sever pain nerves and turn people into tireless walking corpses.]
Case's comment: Sometimes, keeping workers quiet and getting them to work is more effective than giving them bread.
Lowe quickly finished reviewing the list.
This is not just a list of embezzled funds, but also a perfect "list of war preparedness materials".
At this moment, Case's greed actually became an aid for Rowe to complete the production increase task.
Growth hormone.
Luo Wei quickly constructed the formula in his mind.
"If this high concentration of hormones is mixed with the Nurgle broth brought back from the Ninth Granary," and supplemented with a trace amount of Tyranid corpse powder made by gene-stealers—"
This is nothing short of blasphemous alchemy.
The essence of Nurgle is "infinite proliferation and vitality".
The essence of Tyrion is "extreme adaptation and plunder".
The empire's hormones, on the other hand, are a simple and brutal form of "forced maturation."
The combination of these three factors can create a terrifyingly abundant harvest, even on this barren land soaked by acid rain.
And nerve blocking agents—
Luo Wei squinted.
He doesn't need this kind of thing to suppress the workers.
Nowadays, workers would risk their lives for canned ant-cow food.
This thing has other uses.
He picked up his pen and neatly wrote in his notebook:
Resource Planning:
[1. Hormones + Meat Broth + Corpse Powder = Premium Compound Fertilizer (Core of Production Capacity).]
2. Filters = Upgrade the air circulation system in the repair workshop and core planting area (ensuring the survival rate of technicians).
3. Neuroprotective agents = strategic reserves (perhaps as additives to some kind of biological lure).
After doing all this, Luo Wei pulled out the chip and locked it in the bottom of the safe.
He pressed the communicator in front of him.
"Old John, take your moving crew and head to abandoned ventilation shaft number seven in Area A."
"There's a batch of supplies there, specially approved by the Governor. Handle them discreetly when putting them into the warehouse, so no one sees them."
"Yes, sir."
Half an hour later, in the underground repair workshop.
The roar was deafening.
Three newly repaired M36 industrial centrifuges emitted a deep and beautiful roar.
Their core shafts were replaced with golden "Rat King Alloy".
This metal, which was developed in the stomach acid and high temperature of a febrile giant rat, exhibits amazing stability during high-speed rotation.
Even when the speed exceeds 150% of the rated value, the machine remains completely still, with only a slight humming sound, like some kind of sacred hymn.
Father Alpha stood in front of the control panel, looking very excited, constantly adjusting various parameters.
"Praise be to the God of Machines! This alloy is practically made to resist corrosion. The machine spirit sings with joy, yearning to devour even more filth!"
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Luo Wei stood outside the safety line, wearing goggles and a heavy gas mask.
Before him, the feed chute was engulfing the "Nurgle Broth" transported back from the Ninth Grain Warehouse, emitting highly toxic steam.
"Begin separation," Rowe commanded.
"Yes, sir."
As the priest pulled the lever, the centrifuge's speed instantly soared.
The powerful centrifugal force forcibly tears apart the complex components in the broth.
Through a specially designed, thickened viewing window, Luo Wei could clearly see that the originally turbid liquid was separating into layers.
At the very bottom is black, asphalt-like residue.
It contained sedimented heavy metals, undigested bone fragments, and high concentrations of viral crystals.
This is highly toxic waste and must be sealed and incinerated.
The upper layer gradually precipitated a golden, clear, almost transparent liquid.
This is not water.
Instead, it contains high-purity nitrogen, phosphorus, and potassium, as well as a certain active enzyme from subspace, brimming with twisted vitality.
"Discharge!"
The valve is opened.
The golden liquid was injected through pipes into the prepared mixing reactor.
Meanwhile, at the other end of the reactor.
Those dozen or so death row inmates, oh, now they should be called members of the "Special Waste Recycling Team".
They were wearing fully enclosed protective suits, carrying buckets of "Terra—" that had just been moved from Case's Chamber.
"Beta" growth hormone, pour it in.
"Sizzle."
The moment the two liquids came into contact, a pale red smoke rose from inside the reactor.
The temperature rose sharply.
The cooling system was running at full speed, and white steam filled the workshop.
Luo Wei stared at the pressure gauge, silently calculating in his mind.
1:1500.
This is the optimal dilution ratio he derived after countless simulations.
If the concentration is too high, the seeds will explode instantly due to nutrient overload.
If the concentration is too low, it will be impossible to achieve the 20% production increase target within three months.
"This is our hope, and also the evidence of our crimes."
Luo Wei muttered to himself.
If you pour this stuff on the land, the land will wail and the ecosystem will collapse.
Yet the people on this land manage to survive.
To be able to survive is the highest form of morality.
A-3 Core Experimental Field.
This is where Loewy's crazy plan began.
The spacious underground space is brightly illuminated by thousands of high-power sodium lamps.
Susan, leading her "widows' group," is driving a modified sprinkler truck through the fields.
The dark green mist sprayed from the nozzles reflected an eerie luster and landed on the grayish-white, barren soil, where it was greedily absorbed almost instantly.
Standing on the observation bridge at a high altitude, Lowe looked down at everything.
This is a "miracle" that defies the laws of nature.
The newly planted wheat seedlings began to tremble.
They were like wild beasts injected with stimulants, their roots frantically thrusting downwards.
Lowe could hear the faint cracking sound of roots crushing the rocks.
The stems are growing taller.
The leaves are unfurling.
In Group A, the serrations on the edges of the leaves of the "Iron Wheat" become sharper, the color is dark black, and the surface is covered with a hard cuticle. When tapped, it produces a crisp, metallic sound.
In Group B, "Fat Wheat" became even more bloated and plump.
Each leaf, like a balloon filled with oil, hangs heavily, exuding a dizzyingly rich fragrance.
Only four hours had passed.
These crops complete a growth process that would normally take two weeks to complete in nature.
"Advisor," Susan said in fear, "this—this is too fast. I just heard them growing, like they were chewing."
"Don't be afraid, Susan."
Lowe was calm and indifferent.
His voice, transmitted through the electric current, possessed a calming power.
"They are not monsters; they are our tithes, our means of survival. As long as they don't grow legs and run out to eat people, let them grow them."
He paused, then continued, "Increase the ventilation and install the 'luxury-grade' filters. I don't want my employees to hallucinate from inhaling too much pollen."
"Yes, sir."
Lowe closed his notebook.
The first step, the production process, has been stabilized.
With this batch of specially formulated fertilizer, the yield three months later will not only reach the target of a 20% increase, but may also exceed it.
However, this is only half the story.
When you possess enormous food wealth, without matching military strength, you are nothing more than a walking piece of fat meat.
Lilith's warning still echoed in my ears.
Three assassination attempts.
The Star Child Cult.
The patriarch of the gene-stealing cult lurking in the shadows had clearly listed him as a target that must be eliminated.
Lo Wei touched the black ring on his finger, then turned and left the observation bridge.
He was going to set up his "defense system".
As a mortal, he lacked the power armor of a Space Marine, the psionic abilities of an Inquisitor, and the skills of an Assassin.
But he has brains.
There was also a hungry, vicious dog.
Section B-3, abandoned transfer station.
The Chimera No. 1 troop carrier lay quietly in the shadows.
In Rowe's view, it no longer looked like a standard Imperial vehicle.
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The armor plates on the front of the vehicle were a deep blackish-brown, covered with a texture resembling an insect's shell.
That wasn't paint; it was a cuticle that grew out of the metal itself.
Where the headlights used to be, the original glass covers have disappeared and been replaced by a compound eye that is slowly rotating.
It was a compound eye composed of countless tiny crystals, shimmering with a deep blue light, vigilantly scanning everything around it.
The Wall of Gluttony.
This steel freak, a fusion of Nurgle's life force and Tyrannosaurus's plundering genes, is currently in a state of agitation.
It growled.
The radiator grille under the hood opens and closes, spewing out scorching exhaust fumes, as if it were panting.