LRAB Chapter 66 Asset Holding on Behalf
Chapter 66 Asset Holding on Behalf
Chapter 66 Asset Holding on Behalf
When Luo Wei walked out of the cold storage, the sky was already beginning to lighten.
He did not immediately return to his office to rest.
There is one last item on the balance sheet, which is also the most troublesome: "high-risk fixed assets," which require maintenance.
His vehicle, Chimera troop carrier number one, was quietly parked in a dark corner of the transfer station.
Something is wrong with it.
Even though the engine had been off for two hours, the temperature emanating from the front of the car was still alarmingly high.
The scorching heat distorted the surrounding dim air, making it look like a giant beast gasping for breath on its deathbed.
The "Wall of Gluttony" at the front of the car, which was originally a deep dark red, has now turned somewhat purple.
The surface, where metal and flesh blended together, became loose and swollen, and a layer of greasy black liquid seeped out.
If you don't look closely, you might mistake it for leaking engine oil.
However, Lo Wei knew that this was actually cold sweat.
This car is "sick".
More accurately, its fragile internal ecological balance collapsed.
The creation of the "Gluttony Wall" is itself a very low-probability coincidence.
The terrifying product of a dynamic balance achieved at the microscopic level between the plague power of Nurgle and the evolutionary instincts of the Tyranids.
On this mission, it devoured a tall plague foreman, which meant it ingested an excessive amount of filthy biomass, disrupting the balance.
The laws of Nurgle are overriding the laws of Tyrion, attempting to assimilate this living metal into a lifeless pile of rotten flesh.
"Its core logic is overheating, and its machine soul has fallen into confusion."
Father Alpha, holding a portable bird-shaped device, stood five meters away from the front of the vehicle and said uneasily.
"The biomass energy level is severely overloaded. The plague's energy is repelling the hive's will, Advisor. The vehicle's armor is softening. It's about to become a real tumor."
Loewe took a few steps closer.
Seemingly sensing the presence of its "owner," the compound eye that had grown in the center of the front of the car struggled to open its eyelids.
It was half-open and half-closed, appearing murky and listless.
However, when the light focused on Luo Wei, the eerie blue light flickered slightly, and the vehicle emitted a wail-like exhaust sound.
"puff."
Scorching yellow smoke billowed from the radiator grille, carrying a strong, sour odor, almost as if it were pouting.
Luo Wei stopped walking, but did not sense any malice.
However, this scene caused Father Alpha behind him to take a big step back, his electronic eyes revealing undisguised terror.
"It...it recognizes you!" the priest exclaimed sharply. "Advisor, this isn't a simple conditioned reflex; that was an expression of emotion!"
"This is no longer within the realm of machine spirits; this is hatred of intelligence! This is blasphemy upon blasphemy!"
"Destroy it, Advisor. We've collected enough data. This thing is too dangerous; it's learned to think!"
Lowe stared silently at the compound eye.
He knew better than anyone else how unique this thing was.
In the Warhammer universe, the power of Chaos and the power of the Tyranids are irreconcilable.
The shadow cast by the Hive's will in the Warp is the nemesis of Warp Gods.
Even the most fanatical Dark Mechanicus sage could not perfectly stitch the two together.
But this wall did it.
It belongs neither to Chaos, nor to Tyranny, nor to the Empire.
It is a freak that exists outside of all factions.
A statistical miracle.
"Alpha, we won't destroy it."
"But----"
"No buts. We must cure it."
Of course, Rowe knew that this thing was a time bomb.
But he has to keep it.
And it must be kept in this "freak" state.
He cannot yet tell Father Alpha the reasons why.
As a mortal without psychic powers, Lowe knew all too well how insignificant he was.
Given his current outrageous actions, Nurgle's gaze will inevitably fall upon him sooner or later.
And one day in the future, when the gaze of the benevolent father, or the gaze of the other three chaotic evil gods, falls upon this place, Luo Wei will need a "lightning rod".
This "Gluttony Wall," infused with the genes of the Tyranids, appears as a noisy, contradictory, and chaotic point of view from the perspective of the Warp.
It can confuse the senses and even perplex the chaotic evil gods.
As long as the Wall of Gluttony continues to exist, Loewy can, to some extent, disguise himself as an appendage of this "freak" rather than the instigator of it all.
This is the principle of "asset holding on behalf of others" in auditing:
They used a more conspicuous and chaotic shell company to cover up the actual controller behind the scenes.
"Alpha's problem now is that it has too much 'flesh' and too little 'bone.'"
Lowe made a quick diagnosis.
"The proliferation of the plague has suppressed Tyrande's plunder. To restore balance, we need to add something to it."
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Then, Lowe summoned old John.
"Advisor, you called me?"
"Bring over the 'premium fertilizer'."
Not long after, old John returned pushing a large bucket with a skull and crossbones label on it.
The barrel contained the special slurry that Luo Wei had previously ordered to be prepared:
It was a dark green liquid made by mixing the powdered remains of more than a thousand brain-dead gene-stealer hosts with high-concentration acid and special bacteria.
This is a "powerful medicine" used to irrigate the experimental fields.
The concentration of Tyren biomass contained in it far exceeds that of ordinary shell fragments, and its activity is even higher after fermentation.
"Advisor, are you sure?" Father Alpha was terrified, but his curiosity as a technician still drew him closer.
"We need to give it a shot in the arm."
Without wasting any words, Luo Wei directly poured a bucket of dark green liquid onto the surface of the "Wall of Gluttony".
"Sizzle!!!"
The reaction was more intense than expected.
The moment the slurry rich in Tyran gene fragments came into contact with the vehicle's surface, the previously listless living armor suddenly convulsed violently.
Countless dark red buds grew wildly, trying to devour these foreign nutrients.
However, at the moment of contact, the Zerg predatory factor in the slurry was activated.
"Click, click."
The originally soft and oily rotten flesh began to shrink and shrivel rapidly, forcibly transformed into a hard substance.
The greasy, black sweat evaporated completely in the high temperature.
Two completely different forces began to fight and merge.
As the bucket of slurry was completely absorbed, the temperature of the Chimera's body began to plummet.
The sickly purplish-red color gradually faded.
"It's balanced now."
Luo Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
"Energy readings are stable, and structural strength has increased by 15%!" Father Alpha exclaimed, staring tremblingly at the oracle. "Bravo—uh, ravovoure for this miraculous response. It's not just a recovery; it's completed an iteration."
Rowe reached out and, through his gloves, patted the cold, hard front of the car.
The compound eye lit up again, and the blue light became even sharper.
"Looks like I can't just feed it rotten meat anymore."
"The wall of overeating must be maintained by a balanced diet." Excessive consumption of gluttonous substances can lead to functional disorders, requiring regular supplementation with high concentrations of Tylen Bioproducts to counteract this.
This means that he will not only have to steal fertilizer from the Ninth Grain Depot in the future, but also find a way to capture more gene stealers.
This is a dangerous road.
But the Wall of Gluttony is now his strongest trump card.
It was also his most secretive firewall in this dark universe.
After dealing with all the trivial matters, Luo Wei returned to his office on the ground floor.
The first rays of morning sunlight pierced through the thick industrial haze and fell on the windowsill.
Although it was still hazy, the smell of acid rain was also very pungent.
However, in Luo Wei's eyes, they were particularly dear.
He poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down at his desk.
The table was piled high with documents awaiting approval.
Application for Coal Allocation for Heating;
Report on the food poisoning incident at the workers' canteen in Area B;
Explanation of Budget Overruns for Sewer Cleaning —
These trivial, tedious, and boring official documents, at this moment, gave him a long-lost sense of peace.
Compared to the indescribable horrors deep underground, these numbers and reports represent the world of mortals.
"consultant."
Not long after, old John knocked on the door and came in.
He changed into a clean set of work clothes and transformed back into the timid and submissive logistics manager.
"This is the inventory list for supplies received last night. Please sign it."
Luo Wei took the list and carefully checked it over.
The quantity of caustic soda, the tonnage of liquid fertilizer, the high-purity alloy stones, the centrifuge—every item was accurate.
He picked up the pen and signed his name in the lower right corner.
The handwriting is neat and powerful, penetrating the paper.
"Hide these things well, John," Rowe said, handing the list back to him.
"With this batch of fuel and fertilizer, we can not only get through this quarter, but also double our wheat yield next season."
"As long as we can pay our taxes and as long as the higher-ups see our value, everything that happens here is a necessary drain."
Old John took the list and bowed deeply.
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