Road to becoming the wealthiest: Starting From Treasure Hunting in the Cabinets
Chapter 963 - 533

Chapter 963: 533

Traces of trucks coming and going could still be seen on the ground, though it seemed to have been quite a long time ago.

"This should be a cave storehouse," Sean Knight said as he walked and judged, "If there’s no problem, we should be able to find some supplies inside. Let’s go further in and have a look."

Sean Knight’s words were soon confirmed.

After walking another twenty or so meters, they saw warehouses on both sides of the mountain, clearly used for storing supplies. The spatial realm of the mountain cave had become even larger at this point.

"I didn’t expect there would really be something!" Elder Hassan exclaimed, "Come on, let’s see what’s inside!"

The warehouses had open entrances, and deep inside, stacks of boxes could be seen.

In the first warehouse, the spot furthest inside was covered with a moisture-proof cloth, upon which wooden boxes were neatly stacked. A tribal resident approached, and under Elder Hassan’s direction, pried open a box with the tools in hand.

The box contained man-portable food packages. These were food packages with a variety of items including staple foods, vegetables, and chocolate.

"This is good stuff!" Elder Hassan picked up a package and said happily, "Take this to the marketplace and it could be traded for an old pistol. Three packages could get you a decent rifle!"

There were about thirty boxes here, making for a considerable harvest.

The second warehouse was filled with assorted tools, from short-handle pickaxes to wrenches. Thankfully, they were sorted into categories, which was quite useful for the tribe.

The third warehouse contained a mix of car parts and maintenance tools.

The fourth contained large pieces of machinery. Seeing that these resembled the equipment in the courtyard of the tribe, Sean Knight guessed they were probably for mining or mineral processing.

Going back to the first warehouse was a real surprise: It was packed full of various weapons!

Pistols, rifles, hand grenades, landmines, and a few individual missiles.

Seeing these items, Elder Hassan couldn’t help but shout joyfully:

"Allah be praised! With these, we no longer need to fear those bastards’ attacks!"

He didn’t forget to turn to Sean Knight and say:

"Mr. Knight, I really can’t thank you enough!"

"No need, no need; we are in a cooperative relationship, and I have a share in this too," Sean Knight said with a smile.

"Yes, yes, that’s right, we are in a cooperative relationship," Elder Hassan’s smile became even more sincere. He was interested in these items, but now he valued Sean Knight’s skills even more.

The remaining warehouses stored a mix of weapons and miscellaneous living supplies.

The items brought over by the Americans were truly an eye-opener for Sean Knight.

From solar panels to coffee powder, from tents to man-portable sleeping bags, from bulky laptops to the seldom-seen handheld game consoles.

They really had everything you could think of.

What surprised Sean Knight was that many of the items appeared to be made in China, suggesting that reports of Old Lighthouse stealing supplies meant for a country in the Middle East and giving them to others were true.

After a rough estimation, the total value of these supplies was around one million dollars.

The main difficulty was in pricing some of the engineering machinery.

Even so, Clarence Hughes’s face was already filled with joy.

With his share of the current items, he could almost fulfill his wish.

Elder Hassan couldn’t resist returning to the warehouse with the weapons, picking up an automatic rifle, expertly racking the gun machine to check the inside of the gunbore, and said while laughing:

"Don’t worry about the other items for now, these need to be moved back to the tribe immediately!"

The tribal residents who followed in were all very keen on the weapons.

Although some of the weapons from Old Lighthouse were not suitable for use in desert and Gobi terrains, after all, these were new items.

No matter how you looked at it, compared to the old fellows they wielded whose rifling was almost worn smooth, it was like heaven and earth!

Upon hearing Elder Hassan say these needed to be moved back, the tribal residents immediately stepped forward, each person hanging several guns on their bodies and desperately trying to stuff hand grenades into their cloth bags.

One even picked up two individual missiles, grinning and running out.

"Carry the boxes back, you idiots! Fools!" Elder Hassan cursed angrily.

Chastised by Elder Hassan’s scolding, the tribal residents felt ashamed, put the guns back into the boxes, and carried the boxes out.

"We’ve been poor for too long. Coming across such good equipment, we got a bit carried away," Elder Hassan explained with an embarrassed laugh.

"Understandable, understandable," Sean Knight said with a laugh, recalling an independent brigade that used to be active in the North as seen in films and television shows.

If Big Old Li and Monk and their crew had come across so many new pieces of equipment, they would surely have reacted the same way.

Emerging from the mountain cave, Elder Hassan watched the tribal residents transport the equipment back, and then asked Sean Knight:

"Mr. Knight, do you think those Lighthouse people might have stored more than just these items?"

"I think there could be more," Sean Knight said, "When we have time, we should look around to see if there are similar stores elsewhere."

"Good, good," Elder Hassan laughed, "I was thinking the same. I just can’t believe such a big base would only have this much."

The items stored within this cave warehouse might not seem like much, perhaps a few dozen tons in total.

But with just the people from the tribe, transporting them proved to be an incredibly lengthy process.