Chapter 814: Chapter 587: Save Your Nonsense

If someone stands in the cave, they would certainly hear these clear footsteps.

Not too fast, not too slow, Mu Fan quietly surveyed this natural cave.

Besides the entrance he came through, there was no other exit.

Quinton really did choose a good place for himself.

Yes, a very good cemetery.

Walking to the secret room about half the size of a heavy truck, Mu Fan tilted his head and quietly observed the alloy door with voice recognition, iris scanning, and palm print verification.

He then calmly extended his hand, placed it on the handle, and gently pulled.

The door opened.

…

Colonel Quinton, browsing real-time precious metals prices of the Hinchlo Business Alliance in the secret room, had eyes filled with irrepressible excitement.

Due to the influence of various wars, the price of rare precious metals had been on the rise. The price had actually increased by 47% during the past few days he delayed.

Rubbing his hands together, Colonel Quinton tapped his fingers on the console, and another light screen projection appeared in the lower left corner.

This was the distribution map of rare earth mine outputs in the Fire Hills. Just seeing those incomplete statistics made Colonel Quinton’s breathing quicken.

The resource prices here were no longer calculated in billions; if fully exploited, these assets could elevate a politician to a Councilman of an important planet!

The fools of the 104th Division, sitting on a mountain of gold and yet unaware of mining it, with these resources in my hands, they would never be wasted.

The master behind me, that terrifying family entrenched in the Federation military for nearly sixty years.

This time’s tribute will be enough to let me set foot into the Capital Star Ring.

“Money moves people’s hearts.”

He muttered to himself in admiration, kept tapping out a string of numbers, and then deleted them.

Finally, the light screen paused at the number 30.

“A 30% ratio is enough to support the expansion of ten thousand troops. Only I know the actual total. Would Lord Palma mind me, a small figure? Hahahaha.”

With an excited smile on his face, he began to calculate how to hide the extra assets. Should he open a few more black market trade routes?

These massive funds will be the essential guarantee for his future promotion!

“Only those stupid as maggots in the sewer would think of advancing through military merit.”

In his self-talk, Quinton’s body suddenly froze, because he heard a slight metallic sound of a door opening behind him.

Hmm!?

His head turned to the rear, and his hand simultaneously reached for the pistol placed beside the console.

He also shouted sharply, “Who!”

This secret room was crafted since he arrived on this planet, integrated with the best electronic equipment. The four-layer protective shell was sufficient to withstand missile strikes.

He would triple-check the security every time before entering. The door could never have been opened unless he was personally present.

Needless to say, Quinton, at the age of 37, could already become a colonel of the border troops, proving his extraordinary prowess.

His peripheral vision caught the door slightly opening, then a figure appeared at the threshold.

He could conclude that, in the instant the opponent opened the door without precaution, it would take less than 0.2 seconds for him to aim and fire.

No matter who it was, even if it were Gerry, he would undoubtedly shoot to kill!

Dare to infringe on his territory, violate his bottom line, there would be no second path except death for him to offer.

But when facing Mu Fan, someone who doesn’t play by conventional rules, normal worldviews begin to crumble.

Mu Fan looked indifferently at the vigilant colonel before him, and merely made one move.

Suddenly lifted his foot, then brought out a blur… a heavy kick!

In Colonel Quinton’s vision, that black foot grew larger, until it occupied his entire view, then crashed heavily onto his face.

A violent shock transmitted from his forehead to his brain, his arm holding the gun had no time to exert force, and he was smashed flying, crashing into the metal console behind him.

A mouthful of blood mixed with teeth sprayed out, and Quinton slumped weakly on the ground; meanwhile, the pistol had already flown aside.

His brain remained dizzy until he heard the metallic door closing again, regaining slight clarity.

Vigorously shaking his head, his scattered pupils finally focused on the figure in front of him – a Federation soldier with the rank of Private.

But terrifyingly, the Private’s face was covered with a spine-chilling, ghastly white mask.

At this moment, the private exuded an aura of danger, gazed calmly at him.

“Who are you?” Quinton strived to maintain composure.

Upon hearing the question, Mu Fan glanced at his watch.

[Countdown 3:05]!

“Colonel Quinton, I am the Private you sent to the Fire Hills War Zone.”

Quinton’s bloodshot eyes immediately lit up, reacting instantly, his eyes carrying a fawning sparkle: “So you didn’t die! That’s great! After hearing about the Fire Hills War Zone’s downfall, I was extremely anxious…”

He had thought Mu Fan had survived and was here to settle scores with him. He calculated in his mind to stabilize this Private first, appease him if necessary with military achievements and money.

Once reassured of his safety, he would definitely kill this brat afterward!

However—

Mu Fan came over, bent down, and grabbed his throat, lifting him mid-air.

Husky sounds emitted from his throat, as Mu Fan’s interruption cut off Quinton’s words.

“Spare the pointless talk. From the false information spreading, to sending me as bait to the 27th Infantry Battalion, I know it all.”

“And when Major Jerome was ordered by you to be shot, I was watching from afar.”

Mu Fan’s calm voice and expression sent a chill through Quinton!

From the Private’s first word, today’s conversation bore no chance of resolution, and what made him shudder was how this Private knew such classified information.

“You must be curious how I know it all? I can show you something even more astonishing.”

Mu Fan tilted his head, looking at the colonel whose face he had choked to purple, softly asked: “Black, has Colonel Quinton’s personal asset account opened yet?”

Personal asset account?

Quinton strained his eyes to shift them over.

“No need to rush, I’ll let you see clearly.”

In a cold voice from behind the cold mask, Mu Fan adjusted his arm’s angle, allowing Quinton to see the light screen clearly.

At this moment, an electronic voice emerged: “Personal account hacked, Federation Interstellar Bank anonymous account deposit 117 million Star Coins, Hinchlo Commercial Bank named account 1, anonymous accounts 7, total deposit 325 million Star Coins. Other commercial banks have 19 accounts, total deposits 21.7063 million Star Coins…”

As the voice announced, those account names began displaying on the screen in front.

“Gurgle, gurgle!” Violent struggling, Quinton’s eyes almost bulged out, blood veins spread across the eyeballs, his breath became intensely agitated.

This was indeed his account!

His secretly managed account for years, and holding his entire wealth.

How could they all display automatically now, recalling the Private’s previous words made him cold to the bones.

Even if he were foolish, he realized this Private’s identity far surpassed his imagination!

Mu Fan quietly observed the colonel, eagerly awaiting his reaction.

Showing a mocking gaze, he softly uttered again:

“Black…”