The side-hustle squad pulled out decisively. Li Pan, A-Qi, and Spider-18 headed straight to the Shura Group's secret warehouse, intending to load up the intercepted weapons and ammo.
When they arrived—damn, Shura Group really had stockpiles!
Plenty of Muramasa equipment too. Sure, most of it was decommissioned army surplus, but East Castle was buying for turf wars, so the quality was guaranteed: at least grade-4 military issue. Assault rifles, machine guns, SMGs, missile launchers, RPGs, grenades, mines, explosives, body armor, ballistic plates, night-vision goggles, comm units, medkits—the list was endless.
Too much for their hovercar to carry. Li Pan immediately called Orange: "Use Panlong's account, buy a warehouse, get a few trucks." A-Qi was ordered to take the hovercar, pick up Rama, and get back to base. Meanwhile, Li Pan and Spider would guard the site from looters.
Luckily, with both sides of the trade dead, and Cerberus showing up to wipe the floor with the Ghost Troops, nobody dared get close. The Tianlong Gang had been hammered hard too, so for one night at least, no one came to contest the spoils.
Orange was already scouting warehouses. Time was short, they needed space for bulk munitions and preferably close to Dragon Slum. Li Pan gritted his teeth and signed: 3 million for an abandoned factory in the industrial zone. Contracts done, he drove over the Imperial 620, had Spider rig up a temporary server hub, reset access gates, ICE firewalls, and security cams.
For transport Orange rented two heavy trucks and bought twenty cargo bots. Rama and Orange drove; Spider and A-Qi hacked traffic cams en route; Li Pan stood guard.
One night's work later, they'd completely emptied the Shura cache.
Now the world was a little more balanced: Asura Phantom might have been captured, but he at least sold his stock and might keep half his life. East Castle, meanwhile, had spent money, lost men, and now their arsenal was gone. A total loss.
Li Pan was over the moon. He couldn't stop grinning as he counted:
~300 assault rifles, 200 SMGs, 40 machine guns, 50,000 rounds of grade-4 ammo, 60 RPG launchers with 300 rockets, 30 anti-tank/anti-air missile tubes, and nearly 400 mortar shells. Jackpot! Enough to arm a battalion.
By military procurement rates: rifles alone 1.5M, ammo 200k, rockets ~600k, missiles 5M, shells 2M. Roughly 9.3 million in gear. For an average infantry battalion's resupply, that was about right.
But still—nearly 10M value in one raid.
Not everything could be fenced. Ammo and RPGs might trickle into the black market, but missiles and artillery shells? Too obvious. Safer to keep for their own use. With Spider's launchers modded, they could turn their truck into a mobile battery.
He still had to pay the team: Inujirō's bounty alone was 1.2M, after tax 1.02M.
Officially, Panlong Construction "bought" the trophy head from A-Qi and Spider for 600k (on paper). Privately, profit was split the usual way: Li Pan half, the rest divided.
Even Orange and Rama, though not in combat, got 20k each for hauling.
Panlong's books now held assets worth 10.5M after only one month in business.
"One day, 10 million. Ten days, that's a 'small goal.' Keep pushing, tomorrow will be brighter!" Li Pan thought.
Next morning, he hadn't even finished coffee when the receptionist called: a visitor.
It was Liu Heitu.
"I'm here to apply for the job."
The old baji master kept his word. Li Pan welcomed him warmly: "Uncle Liu, temp worker salary is 2,500 a month, you know." Liu nodded. "Agreed. Besides, Uncle Wu said I could get some side gigs through you. I've still got quick hands."
They sealed it. Liu stomped the floor in delight, leaving a crater. "Hahaha!"
Li Pan just rolled his eyes: "Alright, alright, you win. Rama, take Uncle Liu to Logistics, get him settled."
As Liu dragged Rama aside: "Boy, want me to teach you something real?"
Rama flinched. "Not mahjong again!"
"No, kung fu. I'll train you."
"Not mahjong? Then okay… how much tuition?"
Liu laughed. "Already paid."
Li Pan sighed enviously—Rama's luck never ran out.
Later, Li Pan disguised himself and visited the Bounty Hunter Service Center to cash Inujirō's head. Place looked like a fast-food chain: order at counter, sit down with burger and soda while DNA was processed. He ordered a combo with fries, a burger, and a Cool Baboon soda—the signature energy drink that doubled as a mild combat stim. Ads showed soldiers drinking it before tearing aliens apart; in truth, hunters swore by it. "Maybe cyberpsychosis comes from this stuff," Li Pan muttered. But hey—Cool Baboon was one of the top ten conglomerates in the multiverse, PR buried every rumor.
One hour later, his account pinged: bounty cleared, +1,020,000. His cash balance: 2,023,480. "Over two million liquid. Hard to die now. Maybe time to get some new implants." He patted his pocket, where Inujirō's custom grade-6 military cybernetic eye sat. Built by Mingzhi Optical, cutting-edge ECM/ECCM and even a mini pulse-radar capable of tracking bullet trajectories. Too rare to sell. Maybe he'd install it himself.
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