43: Chapter 43 The Key to Getting the Door

However, very soon, Fu Haoran discovered a problem. He stared at the 【Universal Points + 4234】 on the system panel, his brows knitting tighter and tighter.

"13 Reincarnators, and on average, only a little over 300 points each?"

He pulled up the records of his previous mission; even a random side quest could barely reach four digits.

"Too little. It's so low it insults the status of a Reincarnator."

Fu Haoran was a bit uncertain; this was his first time encountering other Reincarnators.

"I have to go down and see for myself."

To be safe, he also dragged along his exclusive "bodyguard," Lucifer.

Although she basically didn't listen to his commands, if an accident really happened, hiding behind her would always be the safe bet.

This was called strategic positioning on the battlefield, not cowardice.

The camp.

Wade was directing soldiers to clean up the battlefield. Seeing Fu Haoran arrive, he stood at attention and saluted: "Governor, the enemy has been completely annihilated. We have zero casualties."

Fu Haoran looked around, his gaze sweeping over the charred remains in the distance, then at the intact heavy weapons, and he fell silent for three seconds.

That's it?

Lucifer seemed to read his mind and said indifferently: "There are no hidden enemies within 50 kilometers. Only residual energy fluctuations that are about to dissipate."

Fu Haoran took a deep breath, turned to look at Lucifer, and said in a slightly embarrassed tone: "Just a moment ago on the bridge, I ran a bunch of tactical simulations, wondering if the enemy had an ambush and whether I should call in more troops..."

Lucifer said very earnestly: "The simulations were impressive, on par with my level when I was 6 years old."

"...Stop talking."

Fu Haoran felt hurt; it seemed his caution had been for nothing.

Embarrassing as it was, even if he had to do it again, Fu Haoran would still choose to reveal as many of his trump cards as possible.

The Reincarnation Battlefield was a mixed bag. He had only experienced one world, so according to the forums, he was a total newbie, and being cautious was never wrong.

Fu Haoran glanced at the Laser Gun held by a soldier and silently grumbled to himself.

Many people on the forums called this thing a "flashlight," but that was only when comparing it to the monsters and demons in the warhammer universe.

The Laser Gun was actually quite high-tech. Fu Haoran had tested it; the Laser Gun could pierce concrete, and the hellgun used by Stormtroopers could even take down a Space Marine, let alone these Reincarnators who didn't even have top-tier protection.

Four hundred "flashlights" firing simultaneously, plus the firepower coverage of heavy stubbers, laser cannons, and wolf spider sentry turrets.

Fu Haoran glanced at the charred remains on the ground in the distance and silently withdrew his gaze.

He could only say that the Reincarnators didn't die unjustly; who told them to be so careless, treating the Imperium of Man's black technology as primitive toys.

You have to know, laser weapons were probably one of the few standard-issue weapons of the Imperium of Man that hadn't been lost and were still being continuously iterated and upgraded.

This little episode was quickly put behind him.

Fu Haoran soon arrived at the largest tent.

Inside, the most important target of this operation was displayed—the completely pieced-together wreckage of the Mark I armor.

Almost simultaneously, a system notification sounded in Fu Haoran's ear:

【Obtained Key Resource: Mark I Armor Technical Sample (Analyzable)】

【World Line Variation Rate: 1.2%】

【Universal Points: +166】

Lucifer glanced at it, her disdain undisguised, her tone carrying the unique arrogance of the Necrons:

"You aren't going to tell me that you went through all that trouble and mobilized so much heavy firepower just for this primitive piece of trash?"

Fu Haoran wasn't angry; instead, he smiled.

That's right, in the eyes of the Necrons, this was trash.

In the Warhammer World, there were plenty of similar Powered Armor, and even more advanced force-feedback Powered Armor.

The force-feedback Powered Armor sold by the Adeptus Mechanicus had performance more than ten times better than the Mark I.

But the problem was, Fu Haoran didn't have any.

But what he valued was never the armor itself.

Fu Haoran withdrew his gaze from the armor, his tone flat: "This is a stepping stone. I don't need it, but someone else does."

Lucifer raised an eyebrow and didn't respond.

Fu Haoran looked at the sky and said: "Alright, hurry up and pack up. Our guest will be here soon."

...

A convoy sped through the Kandahar desert, headlights cutting through the night.

Obadiah Stane gripped his phone, veins bulging, roaring into the receiver: "Make the board of directors pressure Tony! He must retract his decision to shut down the weapons division!"

"The black market weapon channels are all cut off. Those creditors have already seized my private estate. If I don't get the armor technology, not only will I go bankrupt, but they will throw me into the ocean to feed the fish! Raza, that piece of trash, ruined my best chance!"

"I don't care what methods you use, beg him or threaten him, you must make him change his mind!"

After hanging up, he slammed his fist against the car window.

As a veteran executive of Stark Industries, he ostensibly served as Tony's mentor, but in reality, he was secretly supplying weapons to terrorist organizations to expand arms orders.

However, as Tony became more mature, Obadiah found that he couldn't control Tony at all.

The other party didn't take his words seriously at all, which made Obadiah feel a sense of crisis.

He was bent on replacing Tony Stark as the company's chairman.

"Raza, that piece of trash!" Obadiah cursed through gritted teeth. "I personally sold you Tony's retreat route, and you actually let him get away!"

"How much longer?"

"Five minutes, sir."

Obadiah closed his eyes and leaned back against the seat, the anger and anxiety churning in his chest.

He had to get the armor fragments tonight, and then... make that useless fool Raza shut up forever.

...

The convoy arrived at the camp.

Obadiah pushed the door open and got out, the tip of his nose catching a whiff of something burnt.

The headlights swept across the ground. There were no familiar terrorist patrols. The camp tents were all lit up, yet it was eerily quiet, with only the rustling sound of wind blowing against the canvas.

Obadiah frowned, a hint of vigilance rising in his heart.

But on second thought, these terrorists were undisciplined anyway; perhaps they had an internal conflict, wasn't that how Tony escaped during the chaos?

Moreover, he had that ultrasonic paralyzer hidden in his pocket; no matter how many enemies there were, he could easily handle them.

Thinking of this, he confidently walked toward the largest and brightest tent.

The curtain was lifted.

There was no sign of Raza.

A dozen soldiers wearing gray plastiform armor stood inside, all non-Middle Eastern faces, their eyes unfriendly.

"Retreat!"

Obadiah had just roared out one syllable when a muffled sound came from behind him.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

It wasn't gunfire; it was the sound of heavy objects striking flesh.

He turned back and saw that four of his eight bodyguards were already down.

The whole process took less than three seconds, with almost no shouting.

A hand reached out from the side, gripping Obadiah's wrist, while the other hand reached into his suit's inner pocket and precisely fished out the ultrasonic paralyzer.

Obadiah's pupils contracted.

They didn't take his phone, didn't take his custom pistol, only this?

Did they know what this was?

What was strange was that the phone and gun on his person were not taken away.

"Who are you?"

Obadiah didn't panic. Seeing out of the corner of his eye that all eight bodyguards had been subdued, he instantly understood that panic was useless.

What he needed to do now was negotiate.

"Mr. Obadiah, since you're here, let's talk."

Fu Haoran stood up from the back of the tent. He was in his early twenties. His fingertips tapped on the Iron Man Armor beside him, which was pieced together from the wreckage of the Mark I armor, with scorch marks still remaining on the armor plates.

Obadiah's eyes lit up instantly. The other party hadn't killed him, hadn't touched his phone or gun, and only taken the ultrasonic paralyzer, which meant they weren't here for his life.

And that pile of armor... it was specifically left there waiting for him to see.

Obadiah's lips curled slightly, and he instantly regained his usual composure.

Raza died? It didn't matter.

Whoever had the armor, he would talk to them.

As for this young man...

He glanced at Fu Haoran, a flicker of imperceptible contempt flashing in his eyes.

It's just that he didn't know that there wasn't the slightest bit of sycophancy in Fu Haoran's eyes.

What Fu Haoran wanted was never to rely on someone, but to use Obadiah's hand to get what he truly wanted.