Rebirth: Super Banking System-Chapter 934 - 819: You Are Only Worth This Much (Subscribe please!)

Chapter 934: Chapter 819: You Are Only Worth This Much (Subscribe please!)

After listening to his subordinate’s report.

Belev was stunned.

His heart ached.

The Ammunition Depot held the vast majority of his tribe’s ammunition. Its value was incalculable, but it was at least worth ten million dollars. Now, with it all gone up in flames, Belev’s grief was more than just emotional.

His entire body ached with the loss.

What to do next wasn’t the key issue.

The key was who the hell had done it.

These things couldn’t just explode on their own.

"Chief, Chief..." his subordinate was calling him.

Belev snapped back to reality and, looking at his subordinate, quickly asked, "Was anyone injured?"

"No, the entire area around the Ammunition Depot is open ground. Only the enclosure wall was blown down," the subordinate hurriedly explained. To prevent infiltration, the entire area within a hundred meters of the Ammunition Depot was laid with a cement floor.

The floodlights shone down.

Making it easier to keep watch.

Secondly, it was for safety, to prevent this kind of incident.

And now.

It proved the wisdom of that initial decision. What was only meant as a precaution—a scenario they thought would never occur—had just happened. Belev wiped away the beads of sweat formed from agitation.

No deaths were a relief. If people had died, although it wouldn’t have mattered much, and the elders of the tribe wouldn’t blame him, it still wouldn’t have been good news. Belev felt that tonight was simply cursed.

Disturbed by a bunch of unknown people, thinking that a mere hundred thousand dollars could buy peace, and now the Ammunition Depot...

No, that wasn’t right.

Belev was shocked.

He remembered the people from outside the tribe who had come looking for him. The explosion hadn’t happened earlier or later, but precisely when the people from the Black Prison were seeking him out. Moreover, it occurred after he had ordered someone to keep them outside.

Was there a connection...?

The more Belev thought about it, the more likely it seemed.

If you said there was no connection, his heart wouldn’t believe it. How could such a coincidence exist in the world? To happen just as they arrived and especially after he had rejected them? Even if there was no connection, there had to be one.

If there wasn’t a connection.

Who would pay for the losses?

Right away.

Belev urgently said, "Quick, go to the east Checkpoints and bring the people from Black Prison here. Remember, seize their Weapons, I want to see them personally." He couldn’t bear the loss alone, no matter what.

Batson, his subordinate, was confused.

"Chief, what people?"

"You’ll know once you get there," Belev said impatiently.

"Yes."

Batson left.

He arrived at the Checkpoints.

The people at the Checkpoints were extremely anxious.

Batson ignored the others.

He approached the vehicle. freёnovelkiss.com

He knocked on the window.

The window rolled down slowly.

The Fighter inside looked at him coldly.

"Has Belev agreed to see us?"

Batson was startled; how did the other party know about this? A suspicion formed in his mind that the explosion was not a simple affair. He said loudly, "Get out of the car, you’ll ride with us. We’ll keep your Weapons."

"No need, I will go alone," the Fighter said as he got out of the car.

Batson was about to say something but then thought this might be better; fewer people meant more safety, and bringing more could be dangerous. However, he didn’t dare to relax: "Alright, leave your Weapons in the car and get on ours quickly."

Then Batson left the thirty men he had brought behind.

He also silently instructed his men to call for more people to watch the three vehicles and to bring some heavy Weapons just in case.

The Ammunition Depot was gone, but the standard Weapons in the tribe were still plentiful, not stored in depots, and some shoulder-fired Weapons were distributed throughout the tribe, so they still had some firepower available.

They got into a Pickup truck.

Batson escorted the Fighter to Belev’s location.

Upon entry.

He found that not only Belev was there but several deputy tribe leaders and some of the tribe’s elders were also gathered together, all with grim expressions. Understandably so...

Their ’barn was on fire’

It would be odd if their faces looked good.

Belev sat in the center, others sitting around him. These people had also just learned about the Black Prison incident. They were furious, even already considering the Black Prison group the prime suspects, pondering how to extort a settlement from them.

As for being afraid.

A joke.

Were these tens of thousands of people just vegetarians? Afraid of a ’wandering force’ that popped out of who knows where? In this territory, even if Sadoke gave orders, whether they listened or not would depend on their mood.

Belev’s expression was grave as he glared fiercely at the Fighter.

Seeing that only one had come.

Belev furrowed his brow, "How come there’s only one person?"

"He said he’d come in alone," Batson carefully replied.

Hearing this, Belev’s irritation flared. The other side dictated a single person, and he wondered whose side Batson was on. However, with many people around, he needed to maintain his image, so he suppressed the anger in his heart and turned his gaze to the unusually tall figure amongst the Fighters, a rare sight even among Africans.

It must be said.

This aura.

Even Belev couldn’t help but admire it internally.

"Speak, state your purpose here," Belev asked.

"As I mentioned over the phone, one hundred thousand dollars a year for safe passage," the Fighter replied, unfaltering.

One hundred thousand dollars.

It was the sum Tang Qing had decided on.

Because it was not possible to sort out every trouble through threats alone, even for the interests of the mining field, measures had been taken to share with local Tribes and powers, rather than monopolize them, giving them just enough to be acceptable within a certain range.

Military force couldn’t solve everything.

The purpose of the Organization was to maintain interests, not monopolize them, which was also an impossibility. Such matters were part of the Organization’s usual operations because of differences in country and territory.

It wasn’t feasible for everyone to know of the Organization’s "fame."

The Organization worked in the shadow.

It couldn’t propagate widely.

An organization spanning multiple countries.

Being cautious was better.

If they started killing fiercely in Africa at every disagreement, eradicating Tribes, and still spread their "fame" across different countries, aiming to deter others.

They’d believe they were superior and step into the limelight.

The only outcome would be the collective opposition of governments from every nation.

The Organization would immediately be listed as a non-state actor.

And face extermination by these nations.

This wasn’t speculation but an inevitability for the Organization.

By that time.

The Organization would truly become everyone’s target, hardly able to stand proud for a second before collapsing. Therefore, in facing problems, resolving them required restraint rather than annihilating a Tribe at every turn.

This was also because many issues couldn’t be freely disclosed.

Lest they jump out and be targeted as a non-state actor to be eliminated. Everywhere the Organization went, it had to repeat the same strategy, cooperating with local powers, only the terms of cooperation had to follow the Organization’s conditions.

This "reputation" had to be carefully managed.

Once crossed.

The consequences would be severe.

...

Hearing about the one hundred thousand dollars again,

Belev’s mood was different; he sneered, "Do you think we lack that hundred thousand dollars?"

"One hundred thousand dollars a year for a toll doesn’t seem too less, does it?" the Fighter said calmly.

Belev huffed and said, "What I want isn’t a toll fee, but a share of the mining interests over there. I know that mine was previously controlled by another Tribe, and you’ve negotiated a share of interests with them. I’m simply asking for a little bit more, that’s not too much to ask, right?"

The Fighter shook his head, "No, no, no, Chief Belev, the mining field’s interests—seventy percent goes to the miners, ten percent to us, and twenty percent to the local Tribe. If you’re capable, you might negotiate with that Tribe, but as for the other interests, sorry, you have no right to them."

Belev stood up, grabbed a gun, and pointed it at the Fighter’s head, saying coldly, "Friend, do you realize whose territory this is? Do you know how many people we have?"

"I know, but that’s unrelated to our job. One hundred thousand dollars, that’s all you’re worth," the Fighter replied without any change in expression.

This statement.

Set everyone in the room off.

Too arrogant.

"That’s all you’re worth."

"Buddy, do you have a death wish? Or do you think your few men can negotiate terms with our Tribe?" Belev laughed from anger, thinking their audacity knew no bounds.

The Fighter shook his head, "It’s not that; our goal is actually to be harmonious and make a profit. It’s just that, while we do have people passing through your territory, the mining field isn’t within your Tribe’s range. You’re demanding such significant interests—isn’t that a bit too greedy?"

"Hmph, you’re mining on our land and turning over so much money. I’m only asking for a bit," Belev didn’t care about the rest; he always believed in ’finder’s keepers’ logic. He saw it, and it was nearby; there was no reason to just stand by and watch.

"What if we don’t give it?" the Fighter narrowed his eyes.

Belev laughed and said, "That’s no big issue, but then I can’t guarantee safety here anymore. After all, the world is quite chaotic. If anything happens to your people, all we can do is express our sorrow."

He thought he had the upper hand over the person in front of him.

The Fighter nodded, "Indeed, this place really isn’t very safe."

No sooner had the words left his mouth.

Just when Belev thought he was going to give in.

"Boom..."

The ground shook once more, accompanied by a massive roar that shook everyone in the room, causing them to leap up from their chairs, some even rushed outside, and others simply fell to the ground.

"Ah..."

"What’s happening?"

"Quick, get out, the house is dangerous."

"..."

Suddenly, everything was thrown into chaos.