Chapter 34 02.0034: "Rich woman, hungry! Money money!"

"Ten million is a more convenient unit." Farida seemed to see what Horatio was thinking, and said with a sly smile:
"Try to become a naval officer, Mr. Cochrane.

They are all captains, and they all serve the God-Emperor, but some captains have their own luxurious clothes and food every day, their own chefs, comfortable and spacious bedrooms, exclusive chefs and servants, while some captains drink muddy water and eat canned food in the muddy trenches. They may be equally great, but if you have a choice, don't let the opportunity slip through your fingers. "

Farida gently blew dry the flamboyant handwriting on the check, pinched a corner with her fingers and pressed it, and a unique emblem appeared on the face of the ticket.

——That is the coat of arms of the Hood family.

"But I have a feeling I'll experience both lives." Horatio shrugged.

He did not discriminate between the different branches of the military, and he knew very well that although the navy was important, the navy alone could not stop the invasion of Chaos on a local battlefield.

If he wants to save his life, he must become an all-rounder like the Sun Lord Macharius, who is proficient in both land and sea.

Practice makes perfect. If he has the chance in the future, he would not mind going to the Imperial Guard to gain some experience.

Then, using these valuable experiences, without causing any trouble, and following the gray lines of the Imperial Code, they tried to perfect the theory of joint sea and land operations and eliminate the navy/astronomical army split that was increasingly backward in the Empire.

Horatio's answer surprised Farida. She frowned and pouted, totally unable to understand what the young man in front of her was thinking.

He said angrily and arrogantly:
"One hundred thousand is the maximum amount that can be withdrawn immediately from the financial server here. This amount should be enough for you in the short term. If you want more, you will have to wait for the transfer of funds."

Horatio looked at the amount on the check and his jaw dropped as if it had been dislocated.

"One hundred thousand..."

[Hey, do these rich girls just write 0 randomly?]
Horatio remembered that the purchasing power of the Gothic coin was about the same as that of the RMB, but prices fluctuated greatly depending on the supply chain and region.

Shopping in Zhongchao seems to be much cheaper than in Xiachao, but when consumption tax is taken into account, the price gap is suddenly narrowed.

But no matter where you are, one hundred thousand yuan is an indisputable huge sum of money.

"What? Too little?"

"No, no, that's enough." Horatio gestured in his mind how thick a stack of large-denomination bills of one hundred thousand was. His heart was pounding, a rare blush appeared on his cheeks, and a light layer of sweat appeared on his forehead.

"If it's not enough, come to me again~" Farida chuckled softly:
"Where are you going now? I'll take you there in my hovercraft."

"You came here in a Valkyrie fighter like me, where did you get the car?"

"My father's."

"Then how does he get home at night?"

"Oh, sir, you don't think that our Hood family only has one car in the Navy Department?" Farida raised the corners of her pink lips and blinked her almond eyes and asked in a pretentious manner.

"..."

[Inhumane and rich! ! ! ]
Farida smiled smugly. She handed the check to the servant and ordered, "Prepare the car of Major General Alexander Hood and move it to the floating area for senior officers of the Navy Department to wait."

"Yes, Miss Hood." The servant took the check respectfully and responded in a steady voice.

"Is this even possible?" Horatio said with new insights.

"Of course, come with me, Mr. Cochrane."

"okay."

"Where are you going?"

"Block F-4 in Vegas."

Horatio followed Farida through the twists and turns, and took the luxurious elevator decorated with gold and mahogany carvings, directly to the senior officers' floating platform.

As the elevator door opened, warm sunlight shone on Horatio, dispelling the coldness from his limbs.

The breathtaking clear sky and the spectacular skyline of the most prosperous area on the planet appeared directly before Horatio's eyes.

Whoosh—a loud engine roar came from overhead.

Horatio looked up and saw several fighter jets cruising at high altitudes across the azure sea. He could vaguely see hundreds of space warships dotted in low-Earth orbit and the beautiful sky with bright plasma tail flames emitting from the sterns of the ships.

The angels in the sky have wings like wings, domineering double tails stand proudly on the fuselage, and powerful engines leave long condensation cloud trails.

It was the Lightning, a highly maneuverable air superiority fighter produced by the Forge World and headquarters of the Segmentum Obscurus naval forces, Sepra-Mundi.

[How beautiful!] Horatio secretly admired the beautiful sky in front of him.

Those bright blue eyes turned their gaze back to the platform. The officers on the platform were all wearing gorgeous Imperial Navy officer uniforms.

The lowest-ranking military officer is Lieutenant Colonel, who serves as captain of a frigate.

The senior officers were dignified and majestic, holding exquisite and luxurious Imperial Navy command batons or sabers, and talking or strolling elegantly and calmly.

"Let's go. That elegant and noble black high-end hovercraft with the Hood family crest is my father's car. Remember our family crest, or people will mistake us for underground gangsters."

Farida waved her slender finger, pointing to an elegant yet majestic black hovercraft, and raised the corner of her mouth proudly, not at all intimidated in front of a group of high-ranking officials. She puffed out her proud chest, looking like a noble and proud young lady, and walked towards the hovercraft with confidence and grace.

"Oh, yes, yes." Horatio kept smiling and shrugged helplessly. Considering that she had helped him so much, he temporarily indulged the little girl's arrogance.

Meanwhile, in the Admiralty building, "Sir, there are two things I need to report."

A naval captain in his early thirties, with carefully groomed hair, wearing a neatly ironed naval officer uniform, two large shoulder boards with gold tassels on his shoulders, and a naval bicorne hat with a gold border, pushed the door and walked into the office of the chief officer of the Fleet Military Intelligence Command.

"Go ahead, Captain Elphinstone."

"The first is that the Navy Development Committee wants us to come up with a plan for the Vegas District within two months. But as you know, the disputes between the various parties about this place have never stopped. Now there is a protest march against the Guild Alliance in the F-4 block.

In order to prevent the situation from getting out of hand, I asked my civil servant friend, Lord Humphrey, the permanent undersecretary of the Ministry of Administrative Affairs, to block the administrative approval process and withhold the Guild Alliance government's order to dispatch the planetary defense force, but the Guild Alliance hired a group of mercenaries and bounty hunters to go."

The colonel walked towards the lonely man who was standing in front of the huge classical Baroque-style floor-to-ceiling window, wearing a general's uniform and staring out the window in a trance.

Complex thoughts were drifting away with the cigarette between his fingers.

"You must have given that slippery guy a lot of benefits."

"It's still within the acceptable range, sir."

"Thank you for your hard work. Continue to strengthen the patrols of the Zhongji Marine Corps there, increase the police visibility rate, and let the citizens get used to the navy's management. This is the basis for implementing other plans. Let the marines keep an eye on those 'gun-toting hooligans' (the navy's derogatory term for bounty hunters), and absolutely no bloodshed should occur. Next." The man shook off the ash from his cigarette, and suddenly frowned, his eyes firm.

He saw a message on his data-board that his convertible hovercar had driven out of the Admiralty, and the person who dispatched it was none other than his daughter, Farida Hood.

But this was not a big deal. What really made him frown was the report from the driver who was left behind that a strange young man was sitting in the passenger seat with Farida.

"Your daughter has found Horatio Cochrane, the son of the late Captain Thomas Cochrane, who disappeared in the Lower Nest eight years ago. He will enter the Fleet Maritime Department of the Loyalty Academy tomorrow."

"Got it." The man responded grimly.
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"Come to think of it, your family is so well off, why do you want to be a vigilante?"

Horatio leaned on the passenger seat with his hands folded, looking at the bustling street scene outside the window with curiosity, and from time to time his eyes glanced at the thick stack of 1000-yuan bills with consecutive numbers in front of him.

This is also the largest denomination of Gothic currency ever issued.

"Revenge for my mother."

"You are really amazing. You are the first person who takes action that I have ever seen. It's just..."

Horatio thought about it and felt that the term 'weak woman' was not appropriate. She had already proved her ability through her actions and was a strong warrior, equal to himself.

"what?"

"It's just that I remember that the Vigilantes fought as a 'killing team'. Why are you always alone?"

"..." Farida pursed her lips: "I like to be alone and free. Others can't keep up with my actions."

Horatio glanced at her, already understanding the underlying meaning of the words.

"Please be careful next time. This is the first time, but it may not be the last time. Now I am also a loyal heir reserve sergeant. If you need me, you can always come to me."

"Think about how to get all your credits first." Farida chuckled as the car drove from the dazzling sunlight into the dim underground:
"I hope that the next time I see you, you will still be in the Navy, not the Stormtroopers."

Horatio laughed, "Of course, since it is Miss Hood's order, the mission must be accomplished."

"Humph, you are so slick. I dare not imagine how slick you will be if you really become a naval officer in the future."

Horatio raised an eyebrow, "A soldier's job is to complete the mission. I'm not interested in anything else."

[Are you really not interested?]
Horatio suddenly asked himself, and his eyes suddenly widened in shock.

What was that just now...

"Why did you go to that crappy place?" Farida asked in confusion.

The Vegas area is the "legacy" left by Farida's mother. It is a living and commercial area where you can see the lower, middle and upper nest styles at the same time.

Its F-4 block is adjacent to the PW-P-15 giant starport cargo area, and is a bustling and complex mid-nest territory where goods from all over the galaxy circulate.

But it is precisely this bustle that has caused the local public security to be extremely poor, and the Nest City bailiffs who are willing to stay here to work are basically capable of doing both good and bad.

Those who are luckier may be robbed ten times while walking through the block. Those who are less lucky may be blocked in the alleys, robbed and beaten, and may even lose their lives. The bailiffs will not help even if you call them - after all, only the little guys who have paid them can cause trouble here.

"Nothing, I haven't been there for a long time, I want to go back and take a look."
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"Sir!" The gentleman ran over in panic.

"We can't contact him anymore. We don't know if the guy has been dealt with or not. It's as if he has evaporated!"

The fat man stood in front of the glazed window, his fists clenched and veins bulging on the back of his hands.

"Damn it, never mind for now. The summoning ritual will be suspended until that guy or a better sacrifice is found!"

"But……"

"No buts, help that guy first. We can't let the navy guys control the Vegas area. I'm going to meet him. You activate plan B. Do it immediately!"

"Yes! Yes! Master Um-chicken!"

The fat man gnashed his teeth and said, "Damn it, I'm going to spend a lot of money this time. I must! I must get that position! I won't fail!"

　After discussion in the court, it was decided to change "Maogang" to "Shenyuangang", a more convincing name, in accordance with the Chinese translation of the domestic publishing house. In the following text, when readers see "Shenyuangang", they are referring to Maogang!
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