After looking at the time, it was already 2:30 pm, and it was not too early.

"Time doesn't wait for anyone. Before dark, we have to go to Zhongyue City as soon as possible to purchase some materials, and at least we should make a few houses to spend the night." Yue Peng said.

Others have no objection to this.

Afterwards, Yue Peng made some simple instructions and took four or five people including Deng Wei, Ximang, Reyes and others into the military electromagnetic vehicle, and then quickly sailed out of the basin along the weed-covered path.

He drove all the way toward Zhongyue City and prepared to purchase some basic building materials.

Lyon, among the remaining garrisons, began to arrange early warnings, and more than a dozen staff members including Sun Ning and Tu Nan entered the dilapidated command tower and began to install enemy aircraft radar systems and foundation command communication systems to facilitate instant communication between the base and fighter jets.

As for the remaining ground staff, they began to clean up more than a dozen decent metal bungalows, mainly to remove the weeds and moss inside, and to throw out all the damaged things.

For a moment, the entire Black Warrior Station began to get busy.

On the other side, Yue Peng, who was driving a military electromagnetic vehicle, took about half an hour to completely enter the city of Zhongyue.

Although it is incomparable to Tennan City, the entire city is still quite prosperous, with endless transport aircraft coming and going, and even interstellar transport ships constantly traveling.

That's right, although McLaren's jurisdiction and Yuezhi Group are on opposition, this opposition has not been exposed too much. Therefore, although the military is extremely alert, in terms of trade, it has not prevented merchants from getting in and out of touch, especially those interstellar merchants.

Driving a military electromagnetic vehicle and sailing in the rolling traffic like a swimming fish, Yue Peng was still thinking about ways to make a fortune in his mind.

The best way to develop for a long time is undoubtedly to do business.

"You guys say, what are the most profitable things now? Smuggling, selling drugs? Or burning, killing, looting, and forcing good people to become prostitutes?" Yue Peng drove an electromagnetic car and said to Deng Wei and others. Yue Peng, who was in a mess, was almost full of money now.

"These are just decent means. Although there are huge profits, they may not be any upper-level means. My father often says that huge profits means mastering things that others don't have, and are more advanced, either materials or technology." Deng Wei pinched his big chin and spoke.

Obviously, the son of the super interstellar businessman has learned a lot through his experiences.

"It makes sense. I can help with technology, but it's money..." Ximang scratched his head, and didn't say anything later, but everyone understood it.

No matter what they do, capital is necessary, but do people like Yue Peng have it now?

"From this moment, I hope everyone will not mention the word 'money'. I will be upset when I hear it?" Yue Pengmiller narrowed his eyes and then drove the military electromagnetic vehicle, and rushed out with an acceleration.

Soon, Yue Peng drove a military electromagnetic vehicle and entered a huge material trading market bit by bit. The area of ​​the entire material trading market was almost the size of a town, with all kinds of materials inside.

Yue Peng is not unfamiliar with places like this. He looked at the list compiled by Ximang, including glass that seals all doors and windows, a runway cleaning robot, a multi-purpose construction vehicle, and night lighting systems, etc.

Just these things are worth 20 million blue shields.

At this moment, there is really not enough money to spend.

Due to limited time, Yue Peng did not dare to delay too much and quickly switched around the huge market. Finally, he selected some relatively affordable materials and ordered them one by one.

It took about an hour to spend 20 million blue shields by Yue Peng, giving people the feeling that a black warrior station is simply a huge money-burning machine.

With McLaren Air Force Base not sufficient supply, it is really not possible to grow rapidly without making a few fortunes or finding a few huge consortiums as backers.

Driving a military electromagnetic vehicle and driving out of the trading market again, looking at Yue Peng's military magnetic vehicle, four large freight magnetic vehicles have been added, and they are loaded with various materials.

Returning to the Black Warrior's garrison, the ground-based radar above the now-breaking command tower finally began to operate normally. It was really not easy.

"No, I've been in Zhongyue City for so many years and I realized that there is actually a station here?"

As several freight electromagnetic vehicles stood firmly in the open space on the runway, a driver walked down, looked back and forth, and looked in an incredible look.

"But, this place is too broken, right? It's been abandoned for a few years? Are you really a pilot at McLaren Air Force Base?" Another driver looked at Yue Peng and asked curiously.

On the other hand, Yue Peng, who was standing next to the military electromagnetic vehicle, pointed at several small freight truck drivers, with a gloomy face and did not speak.

"I'm so poor. If I didn't see those fighter planes, I would have thought it was the home of a homeless man. It was so pitiful." The freight truck driver then sighed and shook his head slightly.

He still didn't say a word about this, and just had a gloomy face. He had already sweared in his heart that he would get money no matter what!

This feeling of being pity is so uncomfortable.

Afterwards, the drivers didn't say anything, unloaded the goods, and drove away in a freight electromagnetic vehicle. In their eyes, this place was too down and out.

As the freight electromagnetic vehicle left, Ximang and others manipulated the runway cleaning robots and multi-purpose construction vehicles and began to get busy.

While it was dark, the most urgent thing was to clean up the dust on the runway and install a few pieces of sealed glass to at least shelter from the wind and rain. Otherwise, it would be like the drivers who would laugh at me, almost like a homeless man.

Seeing that Ximang and others were already busy, Yue Peng didn't say anything. He slightly carried his hands behind his back and turned around and entered the command tower.

At this moment, the hall on the first floor is still rusty, magnetic lifts are completely unavailable, and the stairs are also missing arms and legs. Cluttered things can be seen everywhere, and there is even a smell of mold.

His brows frowned slightly, and he gently slapped his nose with his hand. Yue Peng went straight along the dilapidated stairs, one step deep and one step shallow to the eighth floor of the top floor.

At this moment, Sun Ning, Tu Nan and another man who looked unkempt and looked disheveled were discussing something with each other. In front of him, there were three-sided light screens. It was obvious that the ground-based radar system and communication system transported by McLaren Air Force Base had been installed.

At least it can be used barely.

"What are you going to discuss?" Yue Peng asked curiously when he approached these people.

"I just exchanged my experience in intelligence cracking to help better capture the enemy's motivations in the future. After all, it is no longer a virtual battle. Every time I am shot down, it may cause irreparable casualties." said the man with a unkempt and dirty face.

Although this person is like this, in fact, his methods are equally great. He served as the chief technician of the Intelligence Department in the ace Star Fleet of Muyuan Houguo, and his name is Lian Xin.

"Cracking the intelligence? Very good. I hope you can put some articles on the two major groups around us. It is best to see if there are any loopholes to take advantage of. Let's do a big shot and grab them." Yue Peng narrowed his eyes and said.

"Bossing Yuezhi or Amazon Group? Boss, are you crazy?" Sun Ning looked at Yue Peng's swearing look and said in surprise.

"Yes, I'm crazy, I'm crazy about poverty. I want money and equipment." Yue Peng responded, then hurried out, and his mood was still extremely bad.

Located near the equator, the sun rises quickly and sets faster. When it comes to six o'clock in the evening, the sun completely falls below the cyclonic peaks, and the earth has become dim.

In the forests of the basin, the chirping of various insects and the howling of wild beasts are endless, one after another.

There was only a newly-built particle street lamp in the entire Black Warrior Station, emitting a faint light, and it seemed lonely in the rumbling dark night.

Nearly a hundred people including Yue Peng, Lyon and others squeezed into three dormitories with temporary windows. They all looked listless, and mosquitoes were flying around them. From time to time, you could hear the sound of palms slapping the skin.

"There is no constant temperature system, no deworming system, no soft big bed, mosquitoes and bed bugs everywhere, how can you live?" The bald man murmured with a confused look on his face.

Looking at the more than 20 people in the room, he is the most unlucky. He is covered with red envelopes everywhere on his naked head, and some are connected together.

"Boss, when you go to Zhongyue City, it's good to buy a few bottles of insect-proof liquid." Deng Wei sat next to Yue Peng and cried.

On the other hand, Yue Peng did not respond and just looked at the light screen in front of him quietly. On the light screen was a book about air combat skills. The other arm swung quickly in the air from time to time, clenched his palm and loosened it, and it was the corpse of a large mosquito.

Looking at the side of Yue Peng's thigh, the mosquito's corpse had formed a small hill.

"Now, nothing is useful. Complaints are useless. The most urgent task is to need money, money to improve our living environment, money to improve our air combat strength, and money to strengthen our equipment. Otherwise, in our state, if there is an attack from the Yuezhi Army, it will definitely be the cannon fodder, repeating the responsibility of the former Black Warrior Air Combat Squadron." Lyon curled up in the corner and spoke, then simply put the air combat helmet on his head to avoid the invasion of mosquitoes.
Chapter completed!