novelsite Chapter 78 Moving Out
Chapter 78 Moving Out
"Where did Zhang Yiqiang get these alloys?" Wang Zhengyang asked.
"Yes...it came from the black market in Eastern Europe," Old Han quickly replied. "It's said that it was privately produced by a military factory in a former Soviet republic. It was originally intended to be sold to an armed group in the Middle East, but something went wrong, and the goods were intercepted. Mr. Zhou specifically arranged for Zhang Yiqiang to carry out this transaction, but he died before he could make a move..."
Old Han's face turned deathly pale: "No...don't kill me! I'll tell you everything! Mr. Zhou's satellite phone is on Zhang Yiqiang, and I also know the addresses of several of his transit warehouses in Rotterdam, I..."
But Wang Zhengyang's gaze remained unwavering. He would kill to silence them, leaving no future trouble.
"Pfft. Pfft."
Two soft sounds. The last two living people in the warehouse had also turned into corpses.
At this point, all six members of Zhang Yiqiang's gang were wiped out.
Wang Zhengyang walked to the warehouse door and called out, "Natasha, come down and help."
Natasha snapped out of her shock and rushed into the warehouse. When she saw the warehouse full of weapons, she gasped in horror.
"These...these are all yours?" she murmured.
"Ours," Wang Zhengyang corrected. "Now, we need to move them all."
"All of it?" Natasha's eyes widened. "That's several tons! How are we going to move it?"
"Find a car," Wang Zhengyang said. "There should be trucks at the dock. You can drive, right?"
"Yes," Natasha nodded, "but even with a vehicle, we'll need manpower to move things, and..."
She didn't finish her sentence because Wang Zhengyang had already started taking action.
He focused his mind and unleashed his full power.
The weapons in the warehouse began to float up one by one—heavy machine guns, general-purpose machine guns, rifles, ammunition boxes... It was as if an invisible army was moving goods, and everything floated orderly toward the warehouse door.
Natasha was stunned once again. If the battle just now had shocked her, then the current scene left her completely speechless. This was not something a human could do; it was simply... a miracle.
"Don't just stand there." Wang Zhengyang's voice pulled her back to reality. "Go find some vehicles, at least three medium-sized trucks. Quickly."
Natasha nodded, turned, and ran out of the warehouse. She quickly found three trucks at the dock—all medium-sized trucks with sufficient carrying capacity.
When she drove the three vehicles to the warehouse entrance, Wang Zhengyang had already used his supernatural abilities to move nearly half of the supplies. Alloy plates were stacked neatly in batches of twenty on the open ground. The weapons were sorted and piled up—heavy weapons in one pile, light weapons in another, and ammunition in yet another.
"You drive the Iveco," Wang Zhengyang said while continuing to move the goods. "Can you drive it?"
"Yes, we can," Natasha nodded, "but the other two..."
"Li Ming will drive one, and I'll drive the other," Wang Zhengyang said. He had already contacted Li Ming via encrypted walkie-talkie, asking him to come to the dock to meet him immediately.
Thirty minutes later, all three trucks were fully loaded.
The first truck was loaded with alloy sheets.
The second vehicle was equipped with a heavy machine gun and eight mortars—the mortars were wrapped in waterproof tarpaulins and fixed to the innermost part of the carriage.
The third vehicle was loaded with AK-74 rifles, remaining ammunition, and cash and precious metals found in Zhang Yiqiang's safe.
At 1:30 a.m., Li Ming arrived at the dock. He was shocked to see the corpses scattered all over the ground and three trucks loaded with supplies, but he quickly regained his professional demeanor.
"Brother Wang, these..." he said, pointing to the weapons.
"Take them all," Wang Zhengyang said briefly. "Li Ming, the three of us will each drive one car. Let's go now, taking Route C."
"Understood." Li Ming immediately got into the car.
Natasha climbed into the driver's seat of the third truck and started it. Looking at the truck ahead, loaded with weapons, she felt a complex mix of emotions—fear, awe, gratitude, and a hint of…reverence.
Yes, worship.
She had seen strong people before; her father was one. But the power Wang Zhengyang displayed had already surpassed the realm of "strong people." That levitating pistol, that body moving freely in the air, that ability to move tons of supplies with his mind... this was not power that humans should possess.
If someone like that is willing to help my father, perhaps... perhaps they really can fight against the Iron Fist and avenge my mother.
The three vehicles slowly drove away from Pier 17 through the thick fog and disappeared into the night.
Inside the warehouse, only corpses littered the floor and empty shelves remained, bearing witness to everything that had happened that night.
At 2:30 a.m., three trucks drove into the backyard of the repair station one after another.
Chen Yishang was already waiting there. When he saw the three fully loaded trucks, and especially when he saw the weapons that Wang Zhengyang was unloading from the trucks, his eyes widened in disbelief.
"Brother Wang, this...this is..." He pointed at the eight mortars, his voice trembling, "2B9 'Cornflower'? My God! These are Soviet-era automatic mortars! And these heavy machine guns...this alloy plate...what kind of armory did you empty out?"
"More or less," Wang Zhengyang said calmly. "Let's assess whether the alloy plates are enough to modify the train. Also, can these mortars be mounted on the weapons platform on the roof of the tenth carriage?"
Chen Yishang strode to the mortar and began to inspect it carefully. He stroked the cold barrel, examining the mechanical structure, growing increasingly excited with each look: "It's in such excellent condition! It's practically brand new! Installing it on the train roof will be no problem at all! Our weapon platform base has a pre-installed standard interface; only minor modifications to the mounting bracket are needed!"
He ran over to the alloy plates and stroked the silver-gray metal: "TW-7 titanium-tungsten composite armor... Brother Wang, do you know how hard it is to get this stuff on the black market? Just one piece is worth tens of thousands of euros! And there's no market for it!"
"Enough with the nonsense," Wang Zhengyang said. "Let's get to work. Alloy plates will be prioritized for the protective modifications to the driver's cab, engine room, and living quarters. Develop the mortar installation plan as soon as possible. Classify and store other munitions, and establish a weapons ledger."
"Understood!" Chen Yishang nodded forcefully and immediately began directing the unloading.
Meanwhile, Li Ming and Natasha also began to help. Although Natasha looked like a delicate girl, she was very capable when it came to work, moving ammunition boxes and organizing weapons with quick and professional movements.
Watching her busy figure, Wang Zhengyang's opinion of her rose even higher. She could drive, was capable in combat, worked diligently, and had strong mental fortitude—this girl's value was even greater than he had imagined.
At 3 a.m., all supplies were unloaded. Alloy plates were piled in the corner of the garage, munitions were moved into the underground armory, and mortars were temporarily placed in the center of the garage, awaiting Chen Yishang's design and installation plan.
Natasha was exhausted and covered in sweat, but instead of resting, she walked up to Wang Zhengyang and asked, "Now...now can I go find my father?"