Alchemists do not need self-cultivation

If an arms dealer is discovered, he or she has two options: either abandon the deal and run away, or share the spoils with the person who discovered the problem.

As for Isaac, his plan was to kill all the witnesses and then find a way to profit from their corpses.

He is ruthless in his dealings, but there is no order he cannot complete. He also helps the trading parties solve their problems, which makes him very famous in the underground arms industry.

"The order isn't urgent, I want to ask you something first."

"What is it?"

"What's the progress on the matter with the officials in Yelkastum that I asked you to contact?" Isaac asked.

"You mean that matter? They've already agreed," Wilson laughed. "They've agreed to open a factory there."

“That’s good, it can serve as a base for us, but of course, that’s not enough.”

As he spoke, Isaac took out a map of the sea and circled several locations on it.

“Besides having a factory in Yelkastum, we also need to build some factories in the high seas, and these places are very suitable for us.”

"That's true... but boss, why should we build our own factory?"

Wilson was very puzzled by this, and not only him, but many of Isaac's subordinates were also very confused about their boss's actions.

They haven't even finished taking all the goods from Albania yet. Even if they did, they could just get more from Ukraine. There's absolutely no need for them to build their own factory. It's a waste of money, manpower, and time; it's a thankless task.

"If we keep relying on getting goods from other places and reselling them elsewhere, we'll be underground arms dealers for life, unable to be respectable in the open."

"So the boss built the factory to legalize it?"

That's impossible. Transporting weapons is prohibited by several neighboring countries. Even if there are legal weapons channels, if those countries don't allow you to transport them, you'll still be considered a terrorist in their eyes.

“I never thought about legalization; this is just our transition from distributor to manufacturer,” Isaac laughed. “And this is only the initial stage of the plan.”

"what?"

"You'll know my purpose later. In short, let's finish the initial stage first."

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Building a factory is something for later. To make money now, we still need to do our old job, which is the repetitive work of 'picking up goods' and 'purchasing goods'.

Before we became famous, we only received some gun orders. Now that we're famous, everyone wants weapons like attack helicopters, tanks, and AS (Armored Armored Vehicles).

From being a gangster to now being a state-run armed force, the money they give is much more than before.

After two months of traveling to various places, we received three orders, with the transaction amount more than tripling compared to our last overseas trip.

While everyone on the boat enjoyed the scenery, Isaac was in his room, typing away on his laptop.

dong dong dong.

"Come in."

The door opened, and Wilson walked in holding a form.

"what's up?"

“Boss, I’m here to report on the transaction.” Wilson said, looking at the list in his hand. “Through transactions with the governments of three countries, after deducting the fuel costs of the cargo ships and the purchase price, we earned a total of 354.82 million US dollars.”

"Not bad, at least these two months haven't been a waste." Isaac continued typing on the keyboard, seemingly unconcerned about the more than 300 million US dollars he had earned.

"Alright, that's about all I have to report."

Wilson was about to leave when he suddenly noticed the design drawing on Isaac's computer screen.

"Boss, what's this?"

“Oh, design drawings for military drones,” Isaac laughed. “A multi-purpose drone for reconnaissance and strike; this thing will definitely have a big market in the future.”

"...Is this really the kind of technology we should have in this era?"

He, like the soldiers, is now increasingly suspicious that Isaac is an alien.

What he didn't know was that, in addition to military drone technology, Isaac's computer contained many cutting-edge technologies that did not belong to this era. He constantly explored and studied these technologies through scattered memories in his mind and stored them on his computer.

This includes upgraded versions of the RAH-66 Comanche attack helicopter and Osprey transport aircraft, both of which are currently under development by the U.S. military.

These things are all prerequisites for his ultimate plan.

"boss!"

George burst into Isaac's office, excitedly announcing, "We've found the deserted island!"

During the voyage, they unexpectedly discovered an island in international waters that was not marked on the map. Remembering what Isaac had asked them to do, George immediately came to report.

Isaac's lips curled slightly upon hearing this.

The plan is progressing step by step on the right track.

Chapter 533: Isaac International

The ship encountered an uninhabited island during its voyage, which was undoubtedly good news.

In Isaac's plan, factories alone would not be enough; what was even more important was talent, especially combat talent.

Having an uninhabited island is equivalent to having a dedicated training ground for troops.

The boat was moored at the shore, and the group went ashore to inspect the island.

The island covers an area of ​​approximately fifty square kilometers, with lush vegetation and water resources, making it a rare and valuable base.

"George, bring me the map."

"okay."

Taking the map, Isaac marked several lines on it and roughly calculated the location of the island by his starting point, direction of travel, and distance to his destination.

The island is at least 4,000 nautical miles from the nearest country, and there is virtually no land in sight, indicating that the location is very well hidden.

"Wilson."

“Here.” Wilson walked over to Isaac.

Approximately how much capital do we have right now?

“Four hundred million US dollars in total,” Wilson said. “Boss, what are you going to do?”

"Start a company."

“If it’s a shell company, then we already have one.”

“Not that kind of company,” Isaac laughed. “It’s a company that combines military talent training, security consulting, private security, and combat operations.”

"Huh?" Wilson was completely confused.

Although they have indeed made a fortune by reselling arms, it has only been less than a year.

Having already made a name for themselves in the underground arms market, they could have easily continued their old ways of making money; there was absolutely no need for them to set up any messy companies.

“Boss, I think this is a bit too hasty,” Wilson said, trying to make his tone more tactful. “Running a company like this isn’t as simple as you think.”

That's indeed the case. Having just one island isn't enough. The construction of facilities and the training of instructors are prerequisites. Even after that, whether the business can make money is another matter entirely.

In short, it's definitely not as reliable as continuing to sell arms. Isaac's previous plans to build factories were more feasible than this; at least he had seen the advanced, futuristic weapons he designed.

This idea sounds like a mercenary organization, but there is already a mercenary organization in the world called 'Mithril'.

Just how powerful is this organization? It's an organization that can directly influence the political landscape of a country. Wilson really doesn't think that the organization Isaac established can be compared to 'Mithril'.

“Don’t be so short-sighted, Wilson.” Isaac ignored his advice and continued, “We only make a small profit from selling weapons. What if they stop fighting? Won’t our orders be affected?”

"That's true, but even if we lose one order, we can take on another."

"If one order is lost, you just find the next one; that's the limitation of underground arms dealers."

"What do you mean?" Wilson asked, puzzled.

"What we're doing now is simply a consequence of the wars between different countries; in other words, the war determines the success or failure of our business, but that's meaningless."

After a pause, Isaac continued, "What we need to do is not be controlled by war, but manipulate war."

"..."

Everyone had a general understanding of what Isaac meant.

"If we want the war to stop, they have to stop. If we don't want the war to stop, we'll keep fighting even if only one person survives between the two countries!" Isaac grinned maliciously, his hand clenching slightly.

For a moment, everyone present had a strange feeling.

They seemed to see Isaac holding a burning Earth in his palm.

"So... boss, what are the specific plans for the future?"

“Of course we have them.” Isaac’s expression returned to normal instantly. “Do you know why I always buy extra weapons when I go to Albania? It’s for use as initial training equipment.”

"I see." Everyone nodded.

When Isaac returned last time, he had stockpiled a large amount of weaponry in a private warehouse in Hawaii; there were enough weapons for a group of people to use.

"Then we'll need to spend money to hire people to build up this island."

“No need for that, I can handle it myself,” Isaac said with a smile.

Having alchemy skills, he could build a base on this deserted island much more quickly and easily than hiring workers to build it.

“Boss, I have a question,” George said, raising his hand.

"Go ahead and ask."

"Where can we find training instructors?"

“Aren’t you guys?” Isaac pointed to the group led by George and Benson.

"what?"

“George, you were originally from the 75th Ranger Regiment, while Benson and the others are all Marine Corps veterans who have seen combat. You should be able to train some new recruits.”

"That's true... but who should we train?"

“There are many. There are retired soldiers who still want to go to the battlefield, or militia members who have fled from other places. These are all talents who can be trained into our armed forces,” Isaac explained. “Since there are people willing to go to the battlefield, there will naturally be organizations like ours that send them to the battlefield.”

The matter was settled. The plan was to first establish a factory in international waters, then continue selling arms while gradually establishing factories in other locations, and simultaneously set up a company on an uninhabited island.

They possess weaponry that is several years ahead of the world's best, and they continuously send combat personnel here.

Wilson seemed to see a massive organization capable of controlling the world being established, and himself being one of its first members.

Thinking back to how Isaac recruited him from the slums of New York with a combination of threats and tricks, I now feel as if I made a crazy yet correct choice.