Chapter 625: Chapter 287 Warrior_2
“Alright, it’s getting late, we need to leave. Mr. Gordon, I hope you enjoy yourself.” Allen Zhang finished duping the old man and decisively took his people and the meteorite to make a getaway. Gordon also chose to see them out.
Getting in the car, Jennifer couldn’t help but ask with curiosity, “Is Goku Star really that developed? Is a field civilization more advanced than an electric civilization?” The source of thɪs content is NoveI★Fire.net
“How would I know, I’ve never been there,” Allen Zhang said irritably as he handed the meteorite over to Jennifer to keep safe. “Alright, buckle up, we’re setting off. We’ll let Dominic assess the value of this thing at the Whale Auction one of these days, then auction it off.”
“Boss, how much could it be worth?” Erin asked curiously.
“If we’re lucky, it should at least fetch a floor price of two hundred thousand dollars,” Allen conservatively estimated.
He was basing it on the auction price. Offline trades had to take into account the volume and condition of the item, but auctions are different, valuing story and cultural background more.
Aren’t antiques just junk that was worthless in the past but became valuable over time? The history of which famous person owned them is also important.
This meteorite, as long as you concoct a story about Gordon’s spiel, claiming he’s seen aliens, might just attract some wealthy eccentrics to buy it.
After all, they already encountered three eccentrics today.
Dominic and David drove to the suburban airport to hand over the mini private satellite to Qibatu for a maintenance check, while Allen drove the two women back to the New Port Villa in the city.
Jennifer and Erin were stunned at the sight of ivory and lion fur.
Immediately, an absurd idea came to mind. Jennifer draped the lion fur over herself, crouched on the ground, wagged her tail, and asked with a laugh, “Dear, what do you think?”
“I think you’re gonna burn up…”
The General Sect Leader felt a bit overwhelmed.
But perhaps it was really worth a try.
Evening came, and Dominic also returned to the villa by car, having bought some beef, vegetables, and fruit from the supermarket on his way.
He had already handed over the private satellite to Qibatu for inspection and reported on the assembly progress of the AI-10.
“It’s my first time seeing the AI-10 up close; it looks really majestic!” Dominic exclaimed.
“Once it’s assembled, I can take you up there for a ride; I’ve never been on an attack or a fighter jet either,” Allen Zhang chuckled. “But to get on a plane, you first need to be physically fit, otherwise, you’ll definitely pass out due to the change in gravitational field.”
“I’ve heard that Warthog pilots are not allowed to be male because it will affect their ability to reproduce—is that true?” Dominic asked curiously.
“That’s because they carry depleted uranium armor-piercing bullets on missions; the radiation affects a man’s sexual function. But our attack plane doesn’t have that stuff,” Allen assured that he didn’t need to worry.
“Alright, I’m going to cook,” said Dominic, turning with the groceries and heading into the kitchen.
After dinner, spurred by Jennifer’s suggestion, Allen took out the villa’s kayak and took everyone for a spin in the bay on a private kayak. They also took out fishing gear and tried fishing.
Clearly, after two hours with the Air Force, they caught nothing, nearly froze to death after two hours of sea breeze, but thankfully they could feel warmth and comfort in the General Sect Leader’s embrace.
In the end, they could only drive the kayak back to the villa.
The anticipated Los Angeles bombing seemed not to have happened; Allen inquired about the situation of the Beggar Gang Disciples and learned that the warriors had yet to take action, and the politicians had yet to gather in the hotel, so he no longer paid it any attention.
Saying goodnight to Dominic and Jesse, the General Sect Leader also drank a cup of tree bark water before bed, then took Jennifer and the others upstairs to rest.
The General Sect Leader woke up from his sleep, turned his head, and upon opening his eyes, he saw the lion’s head beside him.
He took a moment to remember that they had used this prop yesterday.
Stretching, he woke up from the big bed, feeling full of vigor and vitality, unaffected in the slightest.
He looked down at little Allen, holy shit, so robust?
It seemed the high-intensity event from the day before hadn’t affected the General Sect Leader at all. The stuff sent by the African bros must be really effective!
Getting up and dressing, he went to the bathroom to wash up, then took out his phone to check messages, finding that the Beggar Gang Disciples sent relevant information in the early hours of the morning, and the intelligence report had a detailed description as well.
[Daily Intel: A massive explosion occurred at a Northern Los Angeles hotel last night. Your guest Schuck, armed with military weapons and clay explosives provided by you, invaded the hotel without turning back, turned into a suicide truck bomber, and killed three district City Council members from Los Angeles with their assistants, Los Angeles district high school principals and teachers, the Northern Branch chief and Police Chief, an NBA black player, thirteen gang members from Florence, and other related individuals. There were no survivors.]
[Details: Los Angeles government officials are shocked by the incident, the California Governor and Senate unanimously passed a vote, with the Pentagon in New York urgently dispatching FBI agents to conduct a cross-state investigation, the Los Angeles Police Department urgently mobilizing for firefighting and rescue. Los Angeles media reporters urgently characterized the event as a liquefied gas leak. But in the Deep Web, someone filmed the scene and shared it freely, spreading it widely. The event had a significant impact, influencing conflicts between high schools and parents in various states, intense struggles between political factions, City Council elections in Los Angeles districts, but it won’t affect you.]