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Chapter 165: Tang Fang, Full of Cunning Plans

Eight days later, on the Freyr continent, in an underground hangar of a large air transport terminal located 300 kilometers from Krotan’s largest airbase…

A man was listlessly pacing back and forth around an underground freight train loaded with shuttles, holding a multifunctional PDA. Every so often, he scribbled something on the device, yawned loudly, stretched his arms, then repeated the process—scribble, yawn, stretch—as if he hadn’t slept well the night before.

If Grant or Claire had seen this scene, they would have burst out laughing and teased him with a remark like, “So even you have moments like these.”

Indeed, the man was none other than Tang Fang, and the PDA in his hand was a tool for measuring the system performance readings of the shuttlecraft.

“Tsk, it’s been three whole days already, and I’ve practically become a volunteer laborer,” Tang Fang muttered as he stretched his body, trying to warm himself up. Despite the heating system being cranked to its maximum, the drafty wind blowing through the train tracks still made him shiver uncontrollably.

“It’s been over a week since we left the Arctic. I wonder how Shi Huaqing and Marion are doing…” Muttering softly to himself, Tang Fang plopped down onto the cold floor and stared silently at the towering steel dome above him.

Marion’s message hadn’t mentioned anything about the missile base in the Arctic. Instead, it simply instructed him to find someone in Antarctica—a merchant from The Turanics United Kingdom named Phillip Eddie, a bearded trader.

Tang Fang didn’t know how Marion had managed to form a connection with a Turanics merchant, nor did he care to speculate about any bromance between two bearded men. All that mattered to him was getting off this cursed planet called Krotan.

Phillip Eddie was no ordinary businessman; he was sharp, capable, and resourceful. This much was evident from his successful acquisition of a massive weapons shuttle procurement order from Duke Congreve of The Turanics United Kingdom. Moreover, the friendly attitudes of several aerospace manufacturers toward Eddie further attested to his prowess.

After arriving in Antarctica via submarine and meeting up with Phillip, Tang Fang posed as one of his assistants, responsible for inspecting the goods. Once all the armed shuttles were assembled, they would depart Krotan aboard a transport ship.

By now, 80% of the items on the procurement list had been accounted for, leaving only some minor components. It was estimated that within two more days, everything would be ready for their departure.

“Zzzz…” Taking a sip of lukewarm coffee, Tang Fang stood up just as the loaders began operating the crane to move the shuttles off the freight cars.

“Tang Fang.”

Just as he was about to start his inspection, a soft voice called out behind him. Turning around, he saw Arroz and Housen walking briskly toward him.

“How did it go?” Tang Fang asked.

Arroz glanced around to ensure no outsiders were present before pulling out a PDA displaying a building blueprint. He pointed to an area circled in red. “We finally figured it out. This here should be the data storage center of ‘Somalon,’ Krotan’s largest aerospace manufacturer.”

Unlike the factories at Apalus Military-Industrial Base, Somalon was part of Marquis Cain’s family enterprise. After over a century of meticulous operation, its clientele spanned both inside and outside Monya, making it a crucial source of wealth for the Rudolf family.

As a government-affiliated company specializing in aerospace research, testing, and development, Somalon maintained close ties with Freyr’s largest airbase. In fact, the two entities shared a single database.

Though Tang Fang was currently posing as a member of Phillip’s trading group under the watchful eyes of the military authorities, he had never been one to play by the rules. Even as he prepared to leave, he couldn’t resist the opportunity to pull off a little “feather-plucking” maneuver—one last act of mischief before departure.

Would Somalon’s database contain technological data that could help him unlock Terran tech tree? If so, it would be a tremendous boon. And even if not, selling the military research materials on the black market could fetch a hefty sum.

Leaving Krotan and reuniting with Tang Lin and Tang Yun was only the beginning. To survive in this universe, money was essential. MYD currency was worthless outside the empire, but cutting-edge scientific data? That was universal hard currency. After all, technology was the primary driver of productivity.

Tang Fang’s plan was simple: sneak into Somalon’s central database before the trading group departed, use the Orbital Command Center’s powerful hacking capabilities to extract valuable research data, and then return to the trading group undetected—a classic case of opportunistic theft.

Over the past week, using Changeling’s shape-shifting abilities, Tang Fang had thoroughly mapped out Somalon’s internal layout. Arroz and Housen had gone to scout infiltration routes and investigate guard shift patterns to ensure a smooth operation two days later.

“The guards change shifts at around 00:30 hours. There’s roughly a battalion stationed for external patrols, along with various radar stations, monitoring centers, and lookout posts,” Arroz reported.

“No problem. With Changeling, these are minor obstacles,” Tang Fang said with a faint smile, erasing the data on the PDA before downing the rest of his coffee. “All we need to do now is wait for the right moment.”

Arroz nodded and turned his attention to the freight train on the heavy rail. “How many shuttles are left?”

“About fifteen,” Tang Fang replied.

“Theodore! Theodore!” A voice suddenly called out from the direction of the loading area’s exit.

“I’m here,” Tang Fang responded. Under the alias “Theodore,” provided by Phillip, he looked toward the entrance and saw a lean man in his thirties hurrying toward them.

“Theodore, Old Benny wants to see you.”

Old Benny, the second-in-command of the trading group, had worked with Phillip for over twenty years and acted as the group’s de facto steward. Earlier that morning, Phillip had gone to negotiate the final details of the last batch of goods with government trade officials, leaving Benny in charge of the trading group’s affairs.

“Got it, I’ll head over right away.” After replying, Tang Fang tossed the multifunctional PDA to the messenger, exchanged a knowing glance with Arroz and Housen, and the trio casually strolled toward the living quarters.

No matter how complex the situation or how dire the environment, nothing could stop merchants from pursuing profit. While Krotan was embroiled in chaos, the Freyr region in Antarctica remained a sanctuary amidst the madness. Soldiers lounged around, cursing and joking lazily, while merchants haggled endlessly with corporate executives. Meanwhile, certain trade officials discreetly accepted “local specialties” offered by trading group PR personnel when no one was watching.

The accommodation building for Phillip’s trading group was located in Zone D of the residential area. Fifteen minutes later, riding an electric cart, they arrived at the building. A middle-aged gatekeeper with cloudy eyes gave them a quick glance before raising the barrier to let them enter the compound.

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