“The key is yours.”
Han Ying tossed a key to the man opposite her, then gave him an address.
“Straightforward girl. If you get more good stuff, come to me again. I’ve got everything you could want.”
Virat took the key and led his men toward the warehouse.
Han Ying didn’t hesitate. She got into her car, loaded the cash boxes, and drove off.
“Boss, she’s heading toward the warehouse. Should we send someone to tail her?”
One of Virat’s men, holding a laptop, asked after the group had walked a distance.
“No need.”
Virat had no intention of breaking trade etiquette.
He had planted trackers only out of curiosity.
He simply wanted to see where she would end up going with everything.
The road wasn’t easy to drive—full of potholes, and completely dark except for the faint glow of her headlights.
Even though it was only ten kilometers, it took Han Ying more than twenty minutes to get there.
Once she arrived at the location he mentioned, the first thing she did was put the car—cash and all—into her spatial talisman.
Meanwhile, in Virat’s vehicle, the man monitoring the trackers suddenly let out a confused sound.
The tracker had just vanished.
Moments later, it blinked back onto the screen.
He assumed the temporary disappearance was a signal issue.
So he didn’t report it to the boss.
But the tracker hadn’t malfunctioned.
When Han Ying stored the cash, she immediately noticed the trackers inside the boxes.
Everything inside the spatial talisman relied on her consciousness to view and access it.
Anything invisible to the naked eye outside was perfectly visible once inside the space.
Otherwise, how could she retrieve exactly what she needed at any moment?
So the moment she spotted the trackers inside the cash boxes, she decisively tossed the boxes back out—
Keeping only the money inside the talisman.
After discarding the cash boxes, she put on a headlamp.
She entered the passcode and opened the warehouse door. In the beam of her light, rows of sealed oil drums came into view.
After she found the warehouse lighting and turned it on, she got a full view.
The warehouse stretched so far that she couldn’t see the end.
Aside from a narrow walkway down the middle, the entire space was filled with stacked oil drums—layer upon layer, nearly reaching the ceiling.
There was no time to count how many there were. She headed deeper inside.
After walking for quite a while, she finally found several wooden crates completely different from the oil drums.
She pried one open.
Inside lay several bright, gleaming guns—the very weapons she had been wanting.
She opened another crate.
Inside were neatly arranged “peanuts”—ammunition.
There was no time to check each box.
She took out the surveillance detector she had bought from the barbershop owner who gave her the Dark Web address, and scanned the entire warehouse twice.
Good. No cameras found.
Just to be safe, she turned off the warehouse lights.
After checking again to confirm no red dots appeared, she stored everything inside.
As expected, just like the cash boxes, the crates containing oil and weapons also had multiple trackers hidden inside.
Following the same method: if she detected a tracker, she threw the box—along with the oil or weapons—back out.
One tracker was hidden inside a fuel drum.
She tossed the entire drum back into the warehouse.
A pity to waste a whole barrel of oil—
But she didn’t have time to extract anything.
Another tracker was in a weapons crate.
She opened it, removed the contents, and returned the empty crate to its place.
When she was done, she threw all the cash boxes from the car back into the warehouse as well.
Then she drove off into the ink-black night.
She drove through the night to the airport, parked in the lot, and abandoned the car.
It was the worst of the used cars she had bought in Thailand—she didn’t mind losing it.
There were still several hours before sunrise and the first flight.
She didn’t want to waste time.
She went to the 24-hour KFC, McD’s, and several other airport chains.
She ordered a ton of food, stuffed it into her huge backpack, and then smuggled it all into her spatial talisman.
While Han Ying was happily gathering food at the airport—
Virat was anything but relaxed.
He ordered his men to keep watching the tracker signals.
But ever since the girl arrived at the warehouse, none of the trackers had moved.
Which meant she was still in the warehouse.
They wondered if she had actually… slept inside?
Otherwise, why hadn’t a single tracker moved all night?
So early the next morning, after hearing the report, Virat went personally.
He supposed maybe she was still moving the goods, and it was taking time.
But none of the trackers had moved—not even the ones in the cash boxes.
That was what made him uneasy enough to go in person.
When they arrived, the surroundings were silent.
The warehouse door was tightly locked, as if no one had ever been there.
Virat ordered his men to break it open.
Once they did, everyone froze in shock.
Except for the crates and barrels containing trackers—
The entire warehouse was empty.
Han Ying, of course, knew nothing about what happened afterward.
But she decided she would never trade with Virat again.
In half a month, she would simply go to another country.
She still had plenty of gold bars.
Keeping them did her no good; only by exchanging them for supplies could she feel secure.
Once on the plane, she pulled a baseball cap low over her face, leaned back, and closed her eyes.
But in truth, her consciousness sank into her spatial talisman.
Based on the price he gave her, one ton of gold was worth about 320 million yuan.
She traded half for oil and half for hot weapons.
The oil came in 500-liter drums.
She roughly counted them: about 60,000 barrels of gasoline and 30,000 barrels of diesel.
An astonishing amount.
Even if she flew a helicopter or drove a yacht every day, she’d never use it all.
As for the hot weapons—she didn’t know much about them.
But she had looked things up online.
Inside the crates were modern grenades, various pistols, machine guns, sniper rifles, smoke grenades, tear gas grenades, rocket launchers, and massive amounts of accompanying ammunition.
Each type wasn’t in huge quantities, but enough for her needs.
And this wasn’t the only country she planned to buy from.
In future trades, she could do exactly the same—exchange gold for whatever she wanted.