The door to the Commander's Room closed.
As the last duffel bag settled on the floor, Hans's body trembled at the sight. Not only was it gold bars, but bullion bars, diamonds, expensive collections, coins, and other novelties that only the rich of the rich would invest or spend their money on.
You call this a haul? Hans traced back to Dmitri's words. I don't believe it's just a few stashes. It has to be more!
Without hesitation, Hans swept his hands over the entire loot and commanded.
"System, conversion!"
Green grid cells extended from the center of the pile to the edges. Scanning sounds echoed on the room, giving off a mysterious, technological vibe during the conversion process.
It's taking longer than expected, Hans knitted his brows, but he remained in place.
He didn't wait for long until the web of green grid cells swallowed the haul. In the next second, everything atomized into green particles and surged into Hans's brow.
