The Commander's Room was brightly lit, contrast to the deep darkness of the night.
Hans stared, wide-eyed, at the six glowing brick-sized gold bars on his table.
"All one kilograms," he muttered, saliva dripping out of his mouth, "All a thousand grams!"
"Convert it all!"
The gold bars flickered in place before turning into countless golden digital pixels. Then, the rest of the haul from the bank operation followed.
[ Gold: 653 (+6000) -> 6653 ]
[ Gold: 6653 (+3480) -> 9480 ]
Hans exhaled slowly.
This was no longer scrapping for survival. This was capital—a means to further expand his army.
He switched to the Main Building tab and hovered over the familiar icon.
"System, start building the Radar!"
[ Gold: 9480 (-5000) -> 4480 ]
[ Virtual Radar construction initiated. ETA: 1 hour and 40 minutes. ]
"Twice the duration of unit training, huh?" Hans took note, observing the slow rotation of the queue.
When the Radar finally comes online, the army would not be as blind.
