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But the profits... were enormous.

It was large enough that Zol could disregard any risks.

Moreover, Zor could actually guess what Jessia wanted to do, even though he hadn't attended the listening session recently.

They were simply like those desperate nobles, wanting to send a distress message to the mechanical ark and exchange their resources for a ticket.

What loss does this cause for Zor?

not at all.

Even if Kaul really comes and takes Jessia away, Zol will still control these industrial parks and will still be the industrial god of Zhongchao.

For a fence-sitter like Zor, he takes advantage of any benefits and avoids any risks, regardless of any major upheavals, as long as his core interests are not involved.

"make a deal."

Zor swept the hard drives and the contract into his arms in one swift motion, as if afraid that Jessia might change her mind.

"I can give you the code you want, but I have one condition."

Zor held up one finger.

"You must know that this identification code is for one-time use only and will be destroyed after use."

"Furthermore, when sending messages, an encrypted frequency band must be used, and no digital traces pointing to me can be left."

“No problem,” Jessia agreed readily.

Zor pulled a data cable from the back of his head and connected it to a blank data chip.

A few seconds later, he tossed the chip to Jessie.

"Take it."

"Good luck, Miss Jessia. I hope this will give you a voice with that great sage."

Jessia took the chip and clutched it tightly in her hand.

He turned and left.

……

Half an hour later.

Upper Nest, Star Language Hall.

The place remained overcrowded, with the nobles still waiting for the half-dead Star Speaker to spill out more bad news.

Jessia, wearing that heavy ceremonial robe, walked into the place once again.

She bypassed the crowd and went straight to a small communication terminal in the corner of the hall.

That was originally a place specifically for sending private letters to nobles, although no one would normally use it to send anything serious.

The guards at the entrance glanced at the family crest on her chest and let her pass without any hindrance.

Jessia went into the cubicle and closed the door.

She inserted the chip Zor had given her into the terminal, and a line of green characters instantly appeared on the screen:

[Identification code verification successful.]

[Access point: Mechanical Ark "King of Explorers" frequency band.]

Jessia took a deep breath and began typing in the information she had prepared beforehand.

Because the person she was addressing was the great sage Kaul, Jessia didn't use any flowery language or pleading nonsense.

There was only a precise set of coordinates and a few extremely detailed data packets.

[Recipient: Belisarius Caul]

[Subject: The specific location of the STC standard construction template fragments from the Dark Technology Era, and detailed information about an unknown type of merchant ronin starship involving Dark Technology.]

[Attachment 1: Coordinates and Defense Map of the Military Base in the Bottom Nest Acid Swamp.]

[Attachment 2: Helios Black Box Project Experiment Log (including reconfiguration instrument parameters).]

[Attachment 3: Internal Structure Diagram of the Ninth Sector Starship and Analysis Report on the Behavior of its Machine Souls.]

……

Finally, she added a sentence:

"I offer this planet as a gift in exchange for your protection."

Press the send button.

"Di."

Information, like an invisible beam, pierced through the spire's dome, penetrated the atmosphere, and surged into that chaotic and dangerous void.

Jessia leaned back in her chair, looking at the "sent successfully" message on the screen.

At that moment, she resembled a gambler who, after betting everything, revealed a crazed and relieved grin.

It worked!

She sold the planet!

It was sold to the most powerful buyer ever!!!

Chapter 72 This is too heavy to move! (7 chapters complete! Please subscribe!)

Time flies.

A full month has passed since the battle that utterly thrashed the Helios Group.

Andy sat in the tactical command center, looking at the real-time holographic map of District 9 in front of him, which was almost lit up with green markers, but he didn't feel much relaxed.

This past month has been too quiet.

It was so quiet it felt unreal.

Logically speaking, a giant of Helios's size should have reacted after suffering such a huge loss on its own territory, with its main force crippled and its reputation humiliated.

Even if they don't launch a full-scale war, they should at least send a few assassins to blockade resources or something.

But the reality is, there's nothing there!

This is not because Helios suddenly became a Buddha.

It's purely because they're rotten inside.

According to intelligence relayed by Sisyphus from the nest, the Helios Group is currently in a state of administrative shock.

An old geezer named Thor is busy falsifying accounts to cover up the truth about the defeat in District D and the disastrous loss in the Acid Swamp. He's also busy shifting the blame to Zeman, who has already fled, and purging the middle managers who know too much.

This has led to a very bizarre situation.

The "absolute blockade" that Helios closed off around the Ninth District was basically a sieve with leaks.

The mercenaries responsible for the blockade were not getting their overtime pay properly and had to face sniper shots that could come out of the darkness at any time. Their morale had long since collapsed.

Their patrol routes are so rigid, like a pre-programmed routine. They patrol at the same time every day, along the same route, and they don't even change the spot where they slack off and smoke.

Andy's "Black Spirit" spider scurried around their feet, but they didn't even bother to look down at it.

As long as Andy doesn't lead a large group and swagger in through the front door, these people will simply pretend they didn't see anything!

Can you believe it?!

However, this is indeed a common problem for large corporations, and the Imperial Ministry of the Interior is even worse than Helios.

When disaster strikes, the first reaction is not to solve the problem, but to deal with the person who raised the problem and how to cover up the losses on the reports.

This administrative inefficiency gave Andy an extremely valuable, even luxurious, period of time for underhanded development.

During this month, Andy was busy; the molecular reconstruction instrument was running almost non-stop.

Raw materials are continuously fed in, and finished products are continuously spit out.

Andy's heavy firepower and ammunition reserves have reached an outrageous saturation point.

Those special rockets that used to require careful budgeting and that made you feel bad about firing even one, are now piled up in three whole warehouses.

The arrows from the CBS high-explosive crossbow are measured in tons!

The shelter had completed its most difficult initial accumulation, transforming from a refugee camp barely able to survive into a super warlord power with an independent military-industrial complex.

But this wasn't what pleased Andy the most.

The real surprise is in the sky.

To be precise, it was on top of that abandoned rail freight elevator in District 9.

Using this uninterrupted time, Andy directed the Black Spider and the hundreds of newly produced heavy engineering drones to quietly repair the long-abandoned orbital dock.

This was done so discreetly that no one knew what was going on.

Because the high-altitude sensors deployed by Helios there had long been broken and no one had bothered to repair them, they assumed that place was a dead end and never imagined that someone could be carrying out a project there.

Now, the dock's robotic arm is working, the vacuum-sealed gate has been repaired, and even the heavy-duty cargo rail that leads directly to the ground is powered on.

Of course, sophisticated facilities such as anti-gravity generator arrays and vacuum shield force fields still need to be supplied by Zol's production capacity.

That said, Zol's production capacity has suddenly exploded to an absurd level in the past month. I wonder what good thing happened to him?

I'll have Sisyphus ask about it another day!

Andy turned his gaze to a black metal box on the control panel.

That was the culmination of his hard work over the past month.

A completely new starship fire control and navigation system, written based on the underlying logic of the Golden Age.

The hardware of this thing was assembled using the core circuit boards salvaged from the "New Bond," along with precision parts provided by Father Zor and an architecture handcrafted by Andy himself.

The software component is a highly efficient operating system that Andy himself rewrote.

It's no exaggeration to say that once this thing is plugged in, it can take over any Imperial Navy frigate independently—completely!

If used on the "New Bang", it could increase the ship's response speed by 375% and improve fire control accuracy by two orders of magnitude.

however……

At this moment, Andy is facing an extremely awkward misalignment of psychological expectations.

He had the best control system, but no ship.

It's like having the keys to a Ferrari in your hand and a gas card worth 10,000 yuan in your pocket, but you can only take the bus when you go out.

It's so frustrating.

Andy pulled up the holographic structure diagram of the "New Bond," which was the ultimate problem he had to solve.

According to the original plan, Andy was to remove the core components from the crashed starship, including Six's main body, the subspace engine, and the Geller force field generator, and then transport them to the newly repaired orbital dock.

There, using the dock's equipment and stored materials, a hull was rebuilt, engines were installed, and a new ship was constructed.

This plan sounds perfect, and the logic is sound.

But when Andy actually started calculating the workload, all the real problems were exposed.

First, the engine.

The subspace engine, known as the "Voidwalker-IV," is the heart of the entire ship.

It's not the kind of small part that can be disassembled and reassembled.

To withstand the terrifying pressures of subspace travel, its core components are cast as a single piece.

Andy glanced at the data label: weight, 4200 tons.

It's important to know that this ship is now buried hundreds of meters underground, surrounded by complex rock formations and architectural ruins.

Without completely dismantling the ship and tearing up the surrounding soil, it would be impossible to transport this behemoth out.

With the limited resources Andy has, he can't lift this thing even an inch.

Secondly, there is the Geller force field generator.

This thing is more troublesome.

It is not a standalone device. In order to ensure that the force field can perfectly envelop the hull, the launch array is directly welded to the main keel of the spacecraft. If it is forcibly removed, the calculation accuracy of the force field generator will be greatly reduced.