The plunder of the heavens begins with the Spirit Cage.

“Parallel worlds…” Shen Yanzhou repeated the phrase while watching the video on his computer, finally narrowing his eyes and saying in a deep voice, “It’s still worth seeing.”

Those who can understand the anti-gravity engine will find unifying the four fundamental forces a piece of cake.

For him, as a leader, it doesn't matter whether they are aliens or from a parallel world.

Knowing that they came with a friendly attitude is enough.

If the other party really shows them hostility, they have very few means of countermeasures other than retreating back to the seabed.

The two armed air-floating vehicles are enough to illustrate the power they represent.

Liu Wenyan nodded in understanding, "So, should we have them come by submarine, or should we notify people from other communities to clear the way?"

“No need,” Shen Yanzhou shook his head. “They’re not interested in the environment of our aquatic world.”

It's not our population.

When Lu Qianwei's frank confession with Lin Yushan in Fenghuo City reached the leaders, they naturally saw through Lu Qianwei's most basic purpose.

Both are disaster-stricken worlds, but their population is an advantage, while the other side has a technological advantage.

But he wasn't a medieval slave owner; he wouldn't trade people for technology.

The visit of Lu Qianwei and others, and the information they revealed, are all one-sided accounts.

Whether what they say is true, and how they talked about it, we can only find out if they are wolves in sheep's clothing after meeting them in person.

……

The busy people in the factories and shops of Wuyishan City did not notice the car flying in from the sky.

However, in this regional environment with little entertainment, many people who saw it quickly spread rumors such as "my country has developed airship technology" and "new type of exoskeleton".

When Lu Qianwei got up stiffly from the bed and opened the skylight, he saw a large group of people pointing and gesturing at the hovercraft on the helipad downstairs.

Of course, due to space limitations, most people, like him, still lie on the skylight or corridor and look down.

The whispers nearby soon reached Lu Qianwei's ears.

"Wow, that soldier's armor is so cool! I really want to try it on and see what it feels like..."

"It feels like a waste of resources. If we used that steel to make floating rice paddies, we could probably plant a few more acres."

"What do you know?! This is the future..."

"Did our country really come up with this?"

"How could it not be?"

Didn't you notice the Chinese writing on the armored soldiers and vehicles guarding the area?

"Oh dear, it was too dark yesterday to see clearly, but it really is!"

Language and writing are the easiest ways to demonstrate the inheritance of a civilization.

Even in a water world with relatively scarce resources, Washington State still spares no effort in promoting its primary and secondary education system.

No one is illiterate except for toddlers.

After all, Washington State will only have a future if technology advances.

However, universities and similar institutions have become more refined due to factors such as population and environment.

While there are quite a few high-end talents, they are not many either. It can only be said that everyone goes to where they should go, so there is no waste.

"Boom boom boom!"

A metallic knock sounded at the door. Lu Qianwei took a few steps and opened it, where Zheng Haifeng chuckled and shook his hand, saying, "Hehehe, Mr. Lu, we have really been too negligent."

When building the house, they focused on practicality and were determined not to waste a single inch of space.

Who would have thought that one day someone would come to visit, and bring a lot of fresh fruits, vegetables and meat as gifts.

Zheng Haifeng felt bad about letting others live in such a small space.

Lu Qianwei waved his hand dismissively, "Nonsense, what the superiors do sets an example for the inferiors."

You all treat everyone equally, and I have a very high opinion of that!

Not intending to dwell on this issue any longer, Lu Qianwei asked, "District Chief Zheng, has there been a reply from them?"

“Mr. Lu, your visiting leaders warmly welcome you!” Zheng Haifeng replied sincerely.

"I will send you the latitude and longitude coordinates in a moment. The people in charge of the area have already received the message. You can just fly there at noon."

"Noon? Can't it be now?" Lu Qianwei asked in confusion.

"Oh dear!" Zheng Haifeng put on a simple and honest smile, took half a step forward, and said in a warm and earnest tone that left no room for refusal, "Mr. Lu, look, it's so early in the morning, how can we let you travel on an empty stomach?"

I felt embarrassed to accept the fresh fruits, vegetables and meat you sent yesterday.

Last night's meal was a bit meager, so I must treat you properly now.

"It's not too late to leave after having breakfast!"

"What you said... is true." Lu Qianwei blinked, feeling that the other party had ulterior motives, but he was too embarrassed to refuse since he was being pulled along like this.

But one is bound to be obligated to accept gifts or favors.

Under Zheng Haifeng's warm hospitality, Lu Qianwei and the others "intentionally" or "unintentionally" witnessed him bustling around for them.

Seeing the embarrassment on Lu Qianwei and the others' faces, Zheng Haifeng smiled and pulled them to sit down.

Regardless of whether what Lu Qianwei said last night was true, just the fact that those fruits, vegetables, and meats that could only be seen in pictures were delivered to our doorstep is astonishing.

He deserves to prioritize making plans for that.

After all, the aquatic industries and resources operated in each jurisdictional sea area are more or less the same.

If Lu Qianwei and his group are truly interested in negotiating a deal, then he should prioritize the well-being of the people of Wuyihai.

He understands the principle of "being near the water tower, one gets the moon first"...

If we wait for the central government to allocate resources, who knows when that will take.

Upon hearing Zheng Haifeng's purpose, Lu Qianwei couldn't help but smile. "District Chief Zheng is indeed very honest."

I am indeed very interested in your seafood, but with our population size, we don't need that much.

However, I am currently short of manpower to rush the construction of a large city.

"District Chief, if you can organize a large number of people to go there, I can't guarantee the supply of fruits and vegetables, but I can guarantee a stable supply of highly nutritious meat."

Zheng Haifeng's eyes immediately lit up, and he leaned forward: "Really?"

Lu Qianwei nodded: "Of course it's true."

"Haha, with you saying that, I'm relieved." Zheng Haifeng laughed heartily.

If Lu Qianwei and his group came from another civilization, he was quite confident that the leader would agree to this.

They had actually discussed resource trading with the other three forces a long time ago.

Unfortunately, in this aquatic world, rare mineral resources are scarce, while readily available aquatic products are plentiful for everyone.

They can only exchange a dozen tons of rare metals for grain exports.

But for them, a dozen tons is simply not enough to fill a tooth gap.

Zheng Haifeng didn't intend to discuss resources other than grain; it was better to let the higher-ups allocate some foreign trade goods themselves.

Chapter 74 Humanitarian Aid

After breakfast, Lu Qianwei and the others took off and departed amidst the envious gazes of the crowd.

With Wuyishan as the origin point for positioning, the aerial vehicle convoy can easily know its location on a three-dimensional topographic map.

After crossing the second step, you enter the plateau area, where the originally continuous mountain range has become the dense excavation site for the Washington Undersea Shelter.

Every ten kilometers or so, the convoy could see clusters of floating islands anchored at sea.

"It's really spectacular! If you're not paying attention, you'd really think it's a series of large islands."

No wonder they can support so many people. Lu Qianwei glanced down and couldn't help but murmur in admiration of the tenacity of human life.

Unfortunately, apart from Washington State, no other country has such organizational capabilities.

They're not even a 'country,' so Lu Qianwei has no intention of dragging them in and making them a hindrance.

However, the descriptions of other forces are only one side of the story.

Although it's said that people who speak the truth when drunk are 80% true, Lu Qianwei still decided to send someone to investigate.

If, as Washington claims, there are indeed a large number of people who are unwanted, then the bunker should naturally provide aid based on humanitarian principles.

I wonder what time period the movie's protagonist is in at this point?

Just as he was thinking this, in a fortified camp built on an atoll in the central Pacific Ocean.

They were pulling the main character, who was locked in a cage, onto the high platform.

"Hold him securely!" After a night of discussion, the elders finally decided to sink the mutant with gills into the mud.

The iron cage rattled loudly, and the nameless protagonist, 'Sailor,' looked anxiously at the sticky swamp of marsh gas below, but there was nothing he could do.

Having no tools on him to break the cage, he could only helplessly watch as these ragged humans delivered their final verdict.

Who would have thought that a simple trade of soil for plants would lead to his mutant identity being discovered simply because he didn't want to mate with the women in the camp?

"Mutants will only pollute our descendants!"

He doesn't deserve to live on this sea!

"Sink him down, let him become nourishment for the swamp!" an elder declared hoarsely.

Amid cheers, disgust, and fear from the crowd, the person pulling the chain slowly descended.

Despite the sailors' internal struggles, countless indifferent eyes were filled only with excitement and jubilation at the prospect of killing the 'heretics'.

When the mud reached the bottom of the cage, leaving only the head exposed, the stench of the marsh gas nearly suffocated the sailor, and the sticky mud splattered on his face, icy cold.

Just then, the lookout sent out the roar of the approaching enemy, and the camp began to riot. At this point, no one cared about the sailors who were about to die.

The islanders of the atoll took up arms and flocked to the high walls to defend against the 'smokers' looting.

However, how could a group of 'outcasts' armed with primitive homemade crossbows and spears possibly be a match for a group of raiders with motorboats, old-fashioned seaplanes, and a large number of firearms?