Poverty makes me capable of anything.

The Federation's final decision was to relocate the base, but it remained in Baplo.

The relocation site must be one that can limit artillery fire.

Another decision was to make Enron the sixth seat of the Federation, responsible for communicating with the outsiders, while providing intelligence and weapons was the basis for the initial cooperation and was not included in the calculation.

"Brother, although ANR has brought a lot of surprises, I still feel that things can't go on like this." After the meeting, Ronne quietly walked up to Luo Wei.

“Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.” Luo Wei lowered his voice. “She’s from Night Owl’s side. She probably looks down on us pirates and just wants to use us to cause trouble. But that’s what I think too. Her arrival has actually made some of my plans more likely to succeed. She wants to use us, but aren’t we using her too? Don’t be fooled by the friendly looks of the other guys now. We can’t tell what they’re up to.”

Roone seemed thoughtful: "That's true, but I'm afraid that entrusting her with all the handover work with the strangers will make me..."

“I’m not that idiot Boswell.” Luo Wei’s lips curled into a strange smile. “Strangers are only interested in profit, so it’s not hard for me to keep a few backup plans.”

"So you thought of everything, bro." Ronnie gave a thumbs up. "Brilliant! No wonder you're the eldest brother!"

Luo Wei looked confident.

They are brothers, one "outside" and the other "inside".

According to the long-deceased father, he initially thought the younger brother was a younger sister, so he planned to name him Luo Wei and the younger sister Luo Lei.

The man is in charge of external affairs, the woman is in charge of internal affairs, and the family prospers.

Although there were some deviations, the two brothers have achieved some success after more than ten years of hard work.

Whether we can go further depends on this.

Luo Wei narrowed his eyes.

……

The base at the foot of the cliff was temporary, so it was not difficult for the Federation to evacuate to another location.

Shortly after the notification at 8:00 AM, everyone packed their belongings and rushed to the previously selected location.

Number 002 also boarded Thohir's spaceship, but before that, she underwent a rigorous inspection to remove all weapons from her body, including the Cataclysmic Fire Rain Bomb, which was also safely recovered.

The fact that ANR was closer to Thohir made Marjorie of the Crimson Pirates extremely envious and jealous.

By getting on board with ANR, even the Shadowstalkers, who previously had a bad relationship with us, no longer dare to make things difficult for the Shadows!

I was here first!

This brings me one step closer to ANR!

凸(艹皿艹)！

Although No. 002 has left, the players in the base have not yet left.

After receiving the task of "cleaning up" the messy base, they saw No. 003, who had rushed over through the rolling yellow sand and was covered in dust, around 10 a.m.

That's right, An Ran has gained another clone.

Number 002 is still alive, Number 003 has already been born!

Their spirit and will must be passed on to the next generation.

A true functional NPC.

The base has been temporarily named Plain Valley Base, and apart from player number 003, there are already more than 300 players gathered here.

Number 003 was left here to create an "intelligence platform".

It was actually the mission handover point. Due to their distrust of outsiders, the guild did not tell the players their current location. However, with Agent 003 relaying the message, there were no obstacles, and on the contrary, there were benefits to be gained, which made the players even happier.

"Have you noticed that ANR-003 is different from the previous ANR-002?"

"What's different?"

"003's waist is thinner than 002's."

"..."

That means there's no bomb hidden in his stomach!

While Anran was in charge of commanding the Plains Valley base, a small number of players were sent out to gather intelligence on the surrounding settlements. The remaining players were divided into two groups: some became laborers, digging new tunnels under the command of Number 003, while others used the detectors that Anran had lent out to search the base, and were to destroy the monitors as soon as they were found.

Anran's Mysterious Shop is about to reopen!

She decided to transform the Plains Valley base into an online harvesting platform.

On the one hand, they reaped money from players by offering discounts and a points system, and on the other hand, they exploited players' "faith"; on the other hand, they set up a target here to attract people from the opposing camp to attack and reap experience.

They'll probably trigger a quest, something like "The Fall of the Plains Valley Base."

I'm so excited just thinking about it. After all this time, I'm finally starting to look good. Hehehe.

"what?"

Around noon, Anran received a call from an unknown number.

It's the Mosha River!

"It seems you've thought it through. Why don't you come to the Plains Valley base?"

"Plain Valley Base?" Mo Shahe was a little confused.

"It was the original headquarters of the federation."

As the second NPC in the Plains Valley base, Mosha River is not very popular with players.

This guy is a bit unyielding; he neither issues tasks nor teaches professional skills, and after you give him money, he only offers verbal responses.

"Pah, what bad luck! I should have given that money to Number 003. It didn't even increase his favorability. If I had given it to Number 003, at least I would have gained some favorability!"

Players arrived full of excitement but left disappointed, leaving Mosha River completely bewildered.

What the hell is wrong with me?

"Alright, now I have a task for you."

An Ran summoned Mo Shahe over.

In any other place, she would never have given Moshahe a second glance, but this is the desert, and he is clearly a very useful person.

"Didn't you ask me to come here to learn how to make sand sculptures?"

"Once you finish this task, I'll find someone to teach you."

"real or fake?"

Believe it or not, it's up to you.

Anran decided to let Ella teach Mosha River.

As for sculpture, Ella's metal sculptures are also very impressive.

Learning is Ella's forte. Whether it's reading and writing or various skills, such as piloting a spaceship, Ella was the first to learn, and Anran gradually learned them later.

"Alright, then tell me the details of the mission first." Mo Shahe calmed down.

"I need to use your abilities to explore the sandy area near the Plain Valley base and see if there's anything noteworthy. That shouldn't be too difficult, right?"

“Actually…” Mo Shahe scratched his head, “I dare not say anything else, but there is a sandworm nest about ten kilometers away from here.”

"A sandworm nest?"

“I estimate there are more than 30 insects in this nest, with about seven or eight adults,” Mo Shahe said. “I previously worked for Boswell and have been around this area quite a few times, so I’m pretty sure.”

It seems like we could make use of it.

“Then go and take another look, and bring this detector with you!” said Number 003.

"No, no, it's too dangerous." Mo Shahe shook his head repeatedly.

"Hmm?" Number 003's icy face grew even colder. "Do you think I'm more dangerous, or the sandworm?"

Moshahe's forehead was covered in sweat: "If you were here in person..."

"Do you believe that if I shout, you'll be raped by dozens of burly strangers from out of town?"

"I……"

"Don't be afraid!" Number 003 took out a suit of armor. "Wear this, and the sandworms will have to bite you several times before they can kill you!"

"..."

Damn it, they'll still get bitten to death.

"Oh, right, and this spray too. Spray it on the bugs, and if you're lucky, they might start killing each other." Number 003 took out the hallucinogenic spray.

This thing dropped when I was fighting the Zerg.

Number 003 stared at the Mosha River.

You've been enhanced! Go!

"I'll do it! I'll do it!" With the things given to him by No. 003, Mo Shahe embarked on his exploration.

Given his unique physique, he is unlikely to be targeted by sandworms.

He knew he couldn't escape, and he didn't know what methods ANR had used to know his whereabouts so well.

Let's just consider it a test.

After seeing Moshahe off, No. 003 began setting up a hidden workshop. This mysterious workshop, whose exact location is unknown to players, will soon be occupied by hardworking robots to create wealth for Anran.

……

On the planet Baplo, at 4 PM standard time in the Edland settlement.

Visitors from outer space have long been left here.

This was the advance team from the 217th Bureau of the Menbelen. After successfully locating the Federation's position, they rushed over without stopping.

Meng Lan's petite figure could be seen in the small group of more than twenty people.

Even with the sun high in the sky and temperatures nearing 40 degrees Celsius, she was still wearing a thick coat, a flat gray hat, carrying a large suitcase in each hand, and followed by a small, automatically moving trolley.

"Let me get it for you."

A tall woman with white hair couldn't stand it anymore.

"No need, I'll do it myself. It's not heavy," Meng Lan said.

"Bai Yuan, don't bother. You probably don't know, but Xiao Lanzi has always been like this; she never lets anyone touch her equipment," a young man said with a smile.

Bai Yuan pursed her lips.