The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

However, just as he sat up from the chair, a head rolled in from outside the door.

Upon closer inspection, they realized it was the mechanical head of Vinaro, the bio-engineered security minister.

Looking up towards the source of the sound, three three-meter-tall, jet-black armored vehicles, their feet stained with blood, stomped heavily onto the luxurious carpet of the office.

The lead powered armored vehicle coldly and awkwardly asked in broken English, "Who is Jackson Hall!"

“I am.” Jackson’s Adam’s apple bobbed as his spirits plummeted.

As his two subordinates knelt down in terror, he forced a trembling voice to remain calm and asked, "May I ask who you are...?"

“Remember this, my name is Hannibal!” Lu Qianwei said, raising the thick barrel of his gun and pointing it at the other man’s head without any politeness.

"We have received a report that your Jackson colony is in serious violation of labor laws!"

In the name of the people, I hereby declare—all your property is confiscated!

Now... if you know what's good for you, use your authority to shut down the androids and the defense system.

Too many flies are quite annoying!

Humans in the alien world possess pulse weapons, but the colony mines never imagined they would be robbed.

Electromagnetic weapons are extremely rare and pose absolutely no threat to them, who are wearing power armor.

Lu Qianwei ruthlessly blew Karl's head off with a single shot.

Already terrified, Jackson had lost all his composure and shakily shut down all defense systems and armed cyborgs.

(PS: The figure of over 2000 people is based on the movie synopsis I read.)

Chapter 6 was very rewarding!

As the returning spaceships came back to the dock, and menacing steel structures emerged, Jackson, standing beside Lu Qianwei, was utterly desperate.

And those damned construction workers, the other side was clearly robbers, and people actually believed their stupid words about seeking justice for them.

(｀皿') Hmph, just wait and you'll regret being slaughtered!

"Jackson!"

"Yes, sir!" Jackson's obese body trembled, and he looked at the devil before him with a forced smile. "Lord Hannibal, what are your orders?"

How long will it take for all the metal stored in the refinery to be transported to the shipyard?

“Sir!” Jackson forced a fawning smile and bowed deeply, saying, “The refinery has a total of 6,700 tons of palladium-rhodium alloy ingots.”

As per your order, all bio-engineered humans and some workers have been mobilized to carry out the work.

We guarantee that all ships will be towed to their dock berths within ten hours and ready for loading onto ships at any time.

Lu Qianwei stopped in her tracks, staring at him and asking, "Why is there only so little?"

“Mr. Hannibal…” Jackson looked at the menacing man with the gun slightly raised and explained in a very fast voice, “Our company took away the stockpiled finished products last year.”

These were smelted in the last year. The refining of palladium and rhodium is not as simple as that of ordinary metals; it requires many procedures and costs.

"If you don't believe me, you can send someone to check the warehouse!"

After saying that, Lu Qianwei withdrew his gaze and continued walking.

Jackson, who had escaped with his life, breathed a sigh of relief, jogged forward, rubbed his hands together, and asked in a low voice, "Sir, do you think... should I have someone unload the metal onto the ship right now?"

Although she spoke in a flattering tone, her eyes revealed deep heartache.

These metals represent the culmination of the entire colony's efforts and the enormous profits of the Weyland Company!

"No need!" Lu Qianwei raised his hand to stop him, looking at the giant nuclear fusion reactor in front of him.

He could still tell what they needed most.

There are only twenty-three "Bulldog-class" mining ships docked in the shipyard, which are specifically responsible for long-distance transportation of ore within the planet, with each ship having a standard carrying capacity of no more than three hundred tons.

Compared to the ores that cannot all be taken away for the time being, the helium-3 fuel stored in the nuclear fusion reactor is the resource that the bunker urgently needs right now.

"Take me to the helium-3 curing chamber." Lu Qianwei's tone was calm, but his gaze was like a thorn in Jackson's side.

“Helium…Helium-3 storage room?!” Jackson’s heart skipped a beat, as if he had guessed something.

His face turned deathly pale as he said, "Lord Hannibal, that's Weyland Corporation's property. It wasn't authorized by headquarters..."

"Lead the way!" Lu Qianwei's voice was icy. What would happen to the colony without energy was none of his business.

"Lord Hannibal..."

Seeing that Jackson was still trying to delay, a soldier behind him had already pressed the cold muzzle of a gun to his head.

"Stop talking nonsense! Either lead the way, or die!"

“Yes! Yes! I’ll go right away!” Jackson nodded frantically.

He's more worried about his own life than about being punished by the company!

Their obese bodies thus unleashed unprecedented speed, staggering to the front of the line.

After undergoing triple verification of Jackson's pupils, fingerprints, and genetic sequences, the group successfully passed through security checkpoints and quickly arrived at the core reactor room.

The massive central plasma beam hummed loudly, surrounded by countless intricate pipes and enormous pillars shimmering with a ghostly blue light—these were the helium-3 fuel that Lu Qianwei and his companions needed.

Lu Qianwei sized up the middle-aged man who appeared nervous as he was brought before him by the soldiers.

He asked with some surprise, "You're not a cyborg?"

“No…no, sir!” The engineer quickly shook his head. “My name is Kamran.”

He's the chief engineer Weyland hired at a high salary, responsible for maintenance here.

"Because only I can optimize the plasma turbulence control algorithm and have the final authority over the core resonance algorithm—this is something that machines cannot replace."

"He's a talented person."

However, the bunker is not short of talent; all that is needed is to know that he is in charge here.

Scanning the storage cylinders, Lu Qianwei asked, "How much Helium-3 is in here?"

Camran looked at Jackson, who was expressionless, and answered truthfully: "Last year, Weyland's mineral transport fleet just completed its resupply... There are about 10,000 tons of super solid helium-3 stored here, enough for the colony to operate at full capacity for fifty years."

He added, "Every fifteen years, the fleet comes to take away the metal and refuel."

Lu Qianwei's lips curled into a smile. Ten thousand tons—that's enough for the Dark Fortress to restart key industries for decades to come.

I glanced at the remaining time on my tactical helmet, excluding the time spent loading and unloading and the distance to and from the space station.

This is enough for the transport ship to make two trips, and it can also carry about 3800 tons of metal!

"Where is the energy storage tank? Is it big enough to extract all the fuel?"

Kamran stiffened upon hearing this and looked at Jackson.

He couldn't possibly take the blame for such a huge mistake; let Jackson handle it himself.

"Hannibal! All the metal, even all the possessions I have, are yours!"

But you can't touch the reactor's power source!

If this were taken away, the factory would shut down immediately, and any riots caused by industrial waste would be nothing.

The serious issue is the accountability from Wieland Corporation and the military industry; if that happens, the entire family will be finished!

Since he was going to die either way, Jackson decided to go all out and became quite defiant.

They even tried to retain and keep half a batch of fuel by offering protection fees every year.

"Ha, do you think I'm an idiot?"

"Do you think I can't tell the difference between protection money and warships and cannons?" Lu Qianwei sneered repeatedly.

The world's currency is worthless to him, and he doesn't have the time to exploit people.

Too lazy to bother with this stray dog, he instead looked at Kamran.

He asked, "How long has it been since you went back? Do you have a wife?"

Although the topic took an unexpected turn, Kamran remained silent for a moment before answering the question seriously: "I have been here for twenty-seven years and I am still single."

"Then don't you want to leave?"

"Look at you, you're getting on in years. If you don't get married and have children soon, you won't have a wife, kids, and a warm bed."

After you die, this money will simply become the property of banks and companies again.

Lu Qianwei patiently persuaded, "I guess your deadline should be approaching, right?"

The company clearly wants to keep you here as a slave for life...

Kamran's face was turning pale and then flushed, clearly indicating that he had guessed correctly.

After all, American TV series have always been like this, they love to maximize their investment.

Despite having more advanced technology, they are still outdated in using people to perform dangerous jobs.

Human life is the cheapest thing to them!

"I've already opened the cryo-chamber for you on the Jackson colony."

We won't take the transport ship with us after we're done. You can travel to Ivaga with the workers later.

As Lu Qianwei spoke, he took out the Burning Bone Sword hanging on his back and held it to Jackson's neck, saying, "Or... we can spend some time finding the fuel tank, and you and Jackson can lie here!"

Give him a sweet treat and then slap him in the face; Kamran wisely cooperated.

With his help, fuel storage went quite smoothly; after all, with so much money, why would he risk his life?

They were overjoyed when the company promised that the workers could leave the colony and go to Ivaga, and the workers, who had long been fed up with the company's exploitative policies, cheered.

Only Jackson, sprawled on the ground with lifeless eyes, mumbled "It's all over..."

Chapter 7 The Dad Who Loves to Swear

Lu Qianwei will not break his promise and will leave two thousand tons of fuel for the spacecraft to use.

He and all the soldiers had boarded the second supply ship and entered the space station hangar in a grand procession.

"Mr. Hannibal, the space station will collide with the asteroid in just over five hours. Are you sure you want to put the supplies here?"